tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87108422889338133362024-03-13T10:05:37.985-05:00Two Dogs RunningThe trials and tribulations of a citified (yes, that's a word) girl now living in the big scary country.Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.comBlogger589125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-18361600584660800302011-09-12T08:59:00.002-05:002011-09-12T08:59:24.017-05:00Sadness in the Dawg House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Jasper, our 5 month old puppy, was hit by a car early Saturday morning while we were all asleep. Our neighbor found him in the road (before he was smushed all over the place, thank goodness) and took him to his place of business and buried him out back for us. </div>
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We are all heartbroken in the Dawg House. He was a silly, sweet puppy that we loved with all our hearts. </div>
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We love you Jasper! </div>
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The boss man's wife held a Passion Party. <br />
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If you don't know what that is, google it. <br />
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So, I wasn't really looking foward to going to the party. Not because of the nature of it, but because I'm still new here (even though it's been 4 years) and I still don't know a whole lot of people. The older I get, the less I like to be in uncomfortable social situations. <br />
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However, I like the bosses's wife. She's nice. And there was nothing else to do on a Thursday night. I can always watch Big Brother on-line if I ended up missing the episode, so, you know....it's all good. <br />
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What was funny was trying to explain to Maggie without really explaining it to her, why I was going to a party that she couldn't come to. I hate giving the old standard "because it's a party just for grown-ups". I like trying to be as honest as I can with her, but that just wasn't gonna fly.<br />
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I arrived at the party just a few minutes behind and was relieved to find that I knew most of the people at the party.<br />
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In addition, the food was amazing. It was only cocktail weiners and meatballs (so appropriate for this kind of party) and chips with cheese dip, but the cheese dip was not your normal Rotel and Velveeta. It was 3 different kinds of cheeses with shredded chicken and ranch dressing. Yummy, yum, yum, yum. The meatballs were in a crock pot and were in a combination of salsa and honey barbeque sauce. Never had that before and it was to die for. <br />
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And, as my co-worker lovingly created and decorated, there was a pink penis cake. The funniest part of that (besides the obvious, ehem, icing "leakage" at the end) was the fact that her 21 year old son was giving her pointers on how to make it more "realistic" looking when she was making it! <br />
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The party started off by easing you in to it by showing you all the sprays and lotions and gels and stuff and then she got to the good stuff.<br />
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Y'all, I don't think I've ever touched that many penises (albeit fake vibrating ones) in one night like that (not even that one night at the fire department with those firefighters) EVER. <br />
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What was even funnier was that everyone (for the most part) was actually taking it so seriously. We were pointing out pros and cons of each one that was passed around. <br />
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All in all, it was a good night. I helped the hostess bring up her sales orders and came home with a full belly of good food. <br />
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How was YOUR Thursday night? Anything like mine?<br />
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I last posted in May, so that's....roughly 4 months of catching up.<br /><br />Not too shabby.<br /><br />I've learned to sew.<br /><br />I've learned to sew A LOT. I smell a new obsession! And no, not the CK kind (although I do like that scent).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ltQBoRpH-0/Tmftz1Peg-I/AAAAAAAABpE/wINATskeYWc/s1600/pink%2Bvase.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649745732280681442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ltQBoRpH-0/Tmftz1Peg-I/AAAAAAAABpE/wINATskeYWc/s200/pink%2Bvase.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMon9742Nnc/Tmftwta9kiI/AAAAAAAABo8/3lmCUfokGo0/s1600/owl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649745678641762850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMon9742Nnc/Tmftwta9kiI/AAAAAAAABo8/3lmCUfokGo0/s200/owl.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ktIC9g717U/Tmftsg3e3GI/AAAAAAAABo0/DrLJqOrgrE8/s1600/mobil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649745606552247394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ktIC9g717U/Tmftsg3e3GI/AAAAAAAABo0/DrLJqOrgrE8/s200/mobil.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdoRTcG5QVU/Tmfto3aM1aI/AAAAAAAABos/bVoepNXh4Nk/s1600/hand%2Bsanitizer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649745543883969954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdoRTcG5QVU/Tmfto3aM1aI/AAAAAAAABos/bVoepNXh4Nk/s200/hand%2Bsanitizer.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYkgKyZU2Mc/TmftjCq1yfI/AAAAAAAABok/8pRZirA-1-M/s1600/green%2Bpurse.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649745443827337714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYkgKyZU2Mc/TmftjCq1yfI/AAAAAAAABok/8pRZirA-1-M/s200/green%2Bpurse.jpg" /></a><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvPbVnB8Y5A/Tmftc0OrvdI/AAAAAAAABoc/dqJaSCQ7kuc/s1600/blue%2Bbag.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649745336871927250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvPbVnB8Y5A/Tmftc0OrvdI/AAAAAAAABoc/dqJaSCQ7kuc/s200/blue%2Bbag.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6EipfwQ0bk/TmftW9EQB7I/AAAAAAAABoU/iTykNzaQZEg/s1600/yellow%2Bflower.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649745236164872114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6EipfwQ0bk/TmftW9EQB7I/AAAAAAAABoU/iTykNzaQZEg/s200/yellow%2Bflower.jpg" /></a></div><div> <br /><br /></div><div>That's just a small sampling of what I've been working on in the sewing department. Not my own designs, just made by me. <br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Maggie is now in the 6th grade. She started middle school last year, so it's nothing new to her this year. However, she does have a locker and she LOVES that. <br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>She also got invited to the Junior Beta Club. You have to be INVITED to join and you are only invited if you show leadership skills, a good attitude and have a 90 average or higher. Mags and her BFF Lulu BOTH got invited, so that rocks! She's so cool.</div><div> <br /><br /></div><div>She's also still in her SPICE class and 4-H. We've dumped dance this year since she was so involved in the play last year and she plans to try out for cheerleading this year. She had a blast doing softball this summer. </div><div> <br /><br /></div><div>Oh and the biggest news ever? MY BFF FROM ORLANDO IS MOVING UP HERE WHERE I LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can not tell you how much this means to me. For real. This is like right up there with winning the lottery and getting lifetime passes to Disney World. </div><div> <br /><br /></div><div>That's mostly it in a nutshell. </div><div> <br /><br /></div><div>How's tricks with all y'all?</div><div> <br /><br /></div><div>Later my lovelies.<br /></div><div> <br /><br /></div><div> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-69880958898970434782011-05-20T08:19:00.002-05:002011-05-20T08:24:09.096-05:00O I C UI was changing out of my walking clothes in to work clothes this morning. We just put up new mirrors in the ladies bathroom (we hold proms and pageants and etc....here throughout the year) and I caught a glance at my boobs in my sports bra. Specifically my nipples when seen through a sports bra and the first thought that popped in my head was:<br /><br /><br />"My boobs, in a sports bra, look like <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3oks032jrww/S6vOrE8UltI/AAAAAAAAAHE/d1SraUnfTTg/s1600/shannen_doherty.jpg&imgrefurl=http://muffybolding.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html&h=440&w=346&sz=29&tbnid=nzzyjjKYui_kBM:&tbnh=253&tbnw=199&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dshannen%2Bdoherty" zoom="1&q=shannen+doherty's+eyes&hl=en&usg=__vyRbITsi0ib2ImEC3xSJ0oSHDUA=&sa=X&ei=ImvWTfzKJ6K-0AHHqtTKBw&ved=0CBoQ9QEwAQ"">Shannen Doherty's </a>eyes".<br /><br />For those of you who know what I mean, you'll laugh.<br /><br />You are most welcome for that disturbing image this beautiful Friday morning.<br /><br />Love to all,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>Mama Dawg</strong></span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910212837149797617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-18358759548884967562011-05-10T08:29:00.004-05:002011-05-10T13:20:22.505-05:00Awesome, Totally Awesome!!!My retired mother was sitting at home the other day and was watching one of those morning talk shows. An author came on and was talking about his book that he wrote called "The <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Book-Awesome-Bakery-Finding-Brilliant/dp/0399156518">Book of Awesome</a>" (Neil Pasricha). She was intrigued and asked my aunt down in New Orleans to swing by Barnes and Noble to pick it up for her so she could give it to my grandmother for Mother's Day.<br /><br />It arrived and we flipped through it before she made me wrap it for her (aren't I a good daughter?.......and yes, that's a rhetorical question).<br /><br />It got me to thinking about all sorts of little things in life that are awesome.<br /><br />For instance, I had one just the other night.<br /><br />Maggie (formerly known as Light or Light of My Life or LOML) had a softball game (see what all y'all have missed by me not blogging?). It's summer league so the games last either 7 innings or an hour and a half. Whatever comes first. And let me be the first to say that we've never seen 7 innings!<br /><br />Anyway, at one of the practices earlier that week, a lost dog (not a stray since it had a collar but no tag) found its way to the practice field. It was a sweet, trusting dog. She was a mama dog and took a shining to me. I let her sit in my lap for most of the practice and she even fell asleep at one point. It was kind of sweet.<br /><br />That's not the awesome moment.<br /><br />So, when the game was over and we were packing up to leave, I saw the dog again. But, I saw some random kid using a black ribbon as a leash and the dog was refusing to go with him. She was shivering and shaking and clearly scared.<br /><br />There was another lady also watching what was going on and made the comment that she didn't think the dog belonged to that boy. I told her I was pretty certain that it didn't since I had seen it earlier that week and he was no where around.<br /><br />I put on my big girl panties and walked over to the boy. I asked him point blank if the dog was his and he said yes. I then asked him where he and the dog lives and he looked at me blankly. He said that he didn't know. I then asked him again if the dog was his and he finally said no. I told him that he had to take the ribbon leash off the dog immediately and that since the dog didn't belong to him and it obviously belonged to someone, it would be considered stealing if he took off with the dog. He took out a pair of scissors (who the hell carries ribbon and scissors with them....especially a kid?) and cut off the ribbon. The dog immediately came over to me and wouldn't leave my side. I went to a couple of houses in the neighborhood but none claimed her.<br /><br />I drove back by later that night and saw the dog still at the ball park, so I obviously put the fear of ______ (insert your own word here...jail, God, crazy ladies, etc....) into the boy.<br /><br />That was my moment of awesome.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Although.......I'm not quite sure that's what the author had in mind. I don't think "Scaring Little Kids Shitless" is one of his top 1000 awesome things.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But it should be.<br /><br />Later,<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><em>Mama Dawg</em></span></strong>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910212837149797617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-16034084831312775232011-05-05T13:51:00.002-05:002011-05-05T13:54:33.653-05:00Wow.....It's been like FOREVAH!!!I've just been reading over some of my blog posts and realized just how much I missed it.<br /><br />I think bloggy land has changed a bit since I was on last, but I'm willing to jump back in.<br /><br />You can thank Erin over on Facebook for my return.<br /><br />Let's see if I can get this thing jump started again.<br /><br />No real post for now, but I'm working on one.<br /><br />How's everybody been?<br /><br />Missed me any?<br /><br />Anybody get married, get divorced, have babies, moved, turned into a screaming banshee, eloped with Daniel Radcliff, adopted any minority children or squished a spider?<br /><br />Laters,<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><em>Mama Dawg</em></span></strong>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910212837149797617noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-9391566918927683012010-12-15T08:48:00.002-06:002010-12-15T08:52:33.530-06:00My Baby's on TV!!!Light is in a 4-H sewing club and their most recent project was sewing baby blankets for St. Jude's.<br /><br />A local TV station came out and did a news report on them. She didn't get interviewed, but the ittle girl that goes first, Landyn, is her best friend. However, Light is all over the newscast. She's the one in black and wearing glasses. They got a lot of close ups of her.<br /><br />When you click on the web page, the video bar is on the left hand side. The description talks about a sewing club. In fact, right now, her face is the face you see when you bring up the web page and look to the left!!!!<br /><br />I'm so proud!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.wcbi.com/">www.wcbi.com</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-57536647860718831902010-12-06T11:05:00.009-06:002010-12-06T11:51:53.300-06:00Ketchup TimeYeah, I know. I spelled that wrong. On purpose, of course.<br /><br /><br />Let's see. What have you guys missed out on since I've been away.<br /><br /><br />Oh, crap. A LOT of things have gone on.<br /><br /><br />Here's the highlights:<br /><br /><br />We had a TERRIFIC time in Orlando this past June. I got to spend lots of quality time with the BFF and her fam. Got 4 free days at Disney to boot! Did a day at the beach, spent some time with a friend I hadn't seen in a while. All in all, a helluva trip!<br /><br /><br />Light had a good summer. She's still going strong in 4-H and is excelling in all activities.<br /><br /><br />Part of my job is helping to put on our county fair in July. It was soooooooooo time consuming and tiring and crazy and I had a BLAST doing it.<br /><br /><br />While during the fair, we ended up adopting a new dog named Bella AND a guinea pig named Bob. Yes, I said while during the fair. The dog was dropped off or ran off and ended up at the midway. The carny didn't claim her and she was limping and Light and her friend were doing those big teary eyes at me.....so, I have a new-ish dog. She's a full blood blue heeler and is the sweetest thing. She's had a litter or two of pups in her past so I call her my mama dog. I really need to go get her fixed. She's gone through one heat cycle since I've had her and it was a bitch to deal with. Thank goodness she didn't get knocked up. I have no clue how old she is, but I'm getting the feeling she's up in years. Her teeth are slightly ground down and she just seems older, but then again, even with the lame leg, she can run full throttle when chasing after the mail truck.<br /><br /><br />Nikki, my dog from my BFF in Florida, got hit by a car but she survived. However, the big old DRAMA QUEEN made me crawl under the house to DRAG her ass out so I could take her to the vet. She had a leg joint that was popped out of place and a bad case of road rash on her side and legs. Thank goodness it wasn't that bad of a hit. I think she just got nicked. Since then, she's not gone out in the road. Lesson learned, I suppose.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0e1zc5GHI/AAAAAAAABno/R-NCCjrnkv0/s1600/102_2467.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624225683609714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0e1zc5GHI/AAAAAAAABno/R-NCCjrnkv0/s320/102_2467.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Oh, and the guinea pig. Well, my bosses wife's sister (got that?) got preggo and couldn't keep the critter, so the boss man's wife asked me in a half hearted way if we wanted a guinea pig and I said "sure" (gotta learn to teach my mouth to STAY SHUT!!!). However, he's AMAZING. Very well behaved. He came to us as Jacob, but since we had just gotten a dog named Bella, I made Light change his name. It was getting too Twilight-y for me.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0esl0XNVI/AAAAAAAABng/gS3OhOd59YI/s1600/102_2468.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624067405133138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0esl0XNVI/AAAAAAAABng/gS3OhOd59YI/s320/102_2468.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Uh...what else.</div><br /><br /><div>Oh, Light is now in the 5th grade and still in her gifted class. STILL making straight A's. She's currently working on her reading fair project. She chose to do her board on "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" and I must say, she's doing a great job. Pics to come soon on that.</div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0fG7_sG1I/AAAAAAAABn4/-ezvDmI9FIU/s1600/102_2472.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624520034818898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0fG7_sG1I/AAAAAAAABn4/-ezvDmI9FIU/s320/102_2472.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>And one of the biggest pieces of news!!!! Light auditioned for a part in the county school play! It's a play that's open to all the kids of the county (we live in a small county). She not only auditioned but she got a <span style="font-size:78%;">(very small)</span> part! She's a villager/wood nymph in the play titled "Into the Woods (Jr.)". She is soooooooo psyched. Of course, I'm having to listen to the same three songs over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Oh, well. I'll just have to sit and suffer. I am so proud of her for getting up the nerve to try out. That took major balls. </div><br /><br /><div>Some other big news.....Light was nominated and WON one of two 5th grade spots on the middle school homecoming court! So proud! However, it's a whole 'nother post on the...ummmm...inappropriateness of some of the clothing, hair and makeup that some of the girls had. Last time I checked, no where except on a street corner is it appropriate for a 12 year old girl to wear a strapless dress that increased her bust size to one larger than mine. And I'm not small. The rules said to wear church appropriate dresses, however, with the exception of Light and two other girls, they all looked like 18 year olds at prom. </div><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0f7W40uVI/AAAAAAAABoA/s1KZRRVsAzU/s1600/homecoming.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547625420606978386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0f7W40uVI/AAAAAAAABoA/s1KZRRVsAzU/s320/homecoming.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div>And some other big news.....Light was "Rookie of the Year" at her 4-H awards banquet. Our mayor (who is also our town pharmacist) was the presenter of the award and he was just tickled pink that it was Light who won the award. Light is one of his favorite kids around town and it was a perfect night. She got a plaque and everything. </div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0ecIr39jI/AAAAAAAABnY/FjIIoDsw4wA/s1600/100_2813.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547623784706995762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0ecIr39jI/AAAAAAAABnY/FjIIoDsw4wA/s320/100_2813.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>I'm still LOVING my job. It's something different every day and I love that aspect of it. </div><br /><br />I also did 130 boxes this year for Operation Christmas Child. My goal was 100 so I surpassed that goal! Next year's goal is 150 and I've already got about 50 started. Whew.....thanks so much to those of you that helped by sending me soaps and what not. If any one else would like to help by sending soaps, small NEW toys, etc.....drop drop me a line.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0e99KTNnI/AAAAAAAABnw/0Rl8zudfyhY/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547624365728937586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TP0e99KTNnI/AAAAAAAABnw/0Rl8zudfyhY/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>That's it in a nut shell. </div><br /><br /><div>How's everybody doing out there? Any big things I've missed out on? </div><br /><br /><div>Later taters,</div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Mama Dawg</em></strong></span></div></div>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-7045365030784377842010-11-25T18:03:00.002-06:002010-11-25T18:09:48.723-06:00Thanksgiving...<div>This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for good friends, lovely family and OUTSTANDING food! I'm also thankful for this terrific Thanksgiving day.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This Thanksgiving, we came back to New Orleans to celebrate with friends. And I have to say, quite simply, this is the BEST THANKSGIVING EVER!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Much love and thanks to Kat, Vicki, Chris, Mags, Mom and Rhonda. And I can't forget Oscar. You little weenie dog you. </div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjfky2Op_3g/TO76lKTljaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HM1DdJs6SWk/s1600/100_2839.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543643707668270498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjfky2Op_3g/TO76lKTljaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HM1DdJs6SWk/s320/100_2839.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Love and kisses to all bloggers. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Love,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910212837149797617noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-56100043825212271652010-06-24T09:15:00.005-05:002010-06-24T09:28:06.916-05:00No Stinky Here!At least.......not yet.<br /><br />A friend of ours has such a huge heart and takes in all sorts of orphaned animals.<br /><br />However, this time, I think she took in more than she could handle.<br /><br />A neighbor had been having problems with an adult skunk spraying their dogs. The neighbor went out and shot the skunk not knowing it was a mama skunk and she was only spraying to protect her babies from their dogs. Once he found out that there were babies, he felt bad and wanted to find a home for the babies. So, naturally, he thought of my friend.<br /><br />She invited us over the other day to come see the babies.<br /><br />Oh, my, lord. Are they ever cute!!!<br /><br />Light had no fear of picking them up. (yes, that is blue stuff around her mouth...think blue snowball).<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TCNqNRMVqkI/AAAAAAAABnI/fOUY5Xojx2Y/s1600/102_1256.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486345547253393986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TCNqNRMVqkI/AAAAAAAABnI/fOUY5Xojx2Y/s320/102_1256.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TCNqEBB1jKI/AAAAAAAABnA/8cuxxiV933Q/s1600/102_1258.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486345388295556258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TCNqEBB1jKI/AAAAAAAABnA/8cuxxiV933Q/s320/102_1258.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TCNp2G522sI/AAAAAAAABm4/T1cazHbGuiQ/s1600/102_1261.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486345149354531522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TCNp2G522sI/AAAAAAAABm4/T1cazHbGuiQ/s320/102_1261.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TCNpFVnO9zI/AAAAAAAABmw/1UCh5VX-AqE/s1600/102_1262.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486344311489361714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TCNpFVnO9zI/AAAAAAAABmw/1UCh5VX-AqE/s320/102_1262.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Yes, she's kissing a skunk.</div><div> <br /><br /></div><div>I love where I live. Simply love it. </div><div> <br /><br /></div><div>Later,<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a></div></div></div>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-57063725747011441572010-06-21T08:19:00.004-05:002010-06-21T08:24:53.025-05:00R.I.P. MikeHe passed away on Friday, June 18th. 15 days after his companion of 13 years passed away. I hate that we were on vacation when it happened, but he couldn't have been in better company with my mom watching over him.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TB9nBvT068I/AAAAAAAABmo/lihf9iu0ra0/s1600/100_5755.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485216150737710018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TB9nBvT068I/AAAAAAAABmo/lihf9iu0ra0/s320/100_5755.jpg" /></a><br />That little girl that you ran from for years is missing you so bad right now. You were her J.D. and she is in such heartache for you. The way you went from not wanting anything to do with her to not wanting to be with anybody BUT her was amazing.<br /><br />I will miss that sudden dip at the end of the bed when you would jump up to snuggle. I will miss the way that you would MEOW and demand that I feed you. I will miss that particular little chirping sound you would make when you would spot a bird. I will miss your soft fat belly and your long, long, long legs. I will miss the way you would allow Light to dress you up as Tinkerbell and pretend to make you play the piano.<br /><br />You are in our heart baby boy, now and forever. Go and play with J.D. I know that's why you left us. You just missed him too much.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-19243381658700122922010-06-07T08:23:00.003-05:002010-06-07T08:38:13.354-05:00Happy Birthday!!!<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Lead Celestial Being:</span></strong> On my count of three......1.....2.....3.....<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Massive Choir of Celestial Beings:</span></strong><br /><br /><em>Happy Birthday to you,<br />Happy Birthday to you,<br />Happy Birthday dear Mama Dawg,<br />Happy Birthday to yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!<br /></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Lead Celestial Being:</span></strong> Oh, my, choir......that was truly magnificent. A special performance for a special lady. Let's see now, how old are you today Mama Dawg? 33? NO, that CAN'T be right. You don't look a day over 27!!! What is your secret? And my dear, have you lost weight? No? Well, it certainly looks like it. I've never seen your hair looking better and your skin is as smooth as a baby's, well, you know what. Oh, and the Powers That Be want me to tell you that they wish you a very Happy Birthday as well. You know how rare it is to get them to notice anything, so to be acknowledged by them on your very special day is truly an honor.<br /><br />___________________________________________<br /><br />On a more personal note, this is what I woke up to this morning!<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TAzzhD6hwdI/AAAAAAAABmg/DTxjSjPMuGc/s1600/100_2097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480022595915071954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TAzzhD6hwdI/AAAAAAAABmg/DTxjSjPMuGc/s320/100_2097.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My own personalized cake. With a hidden Mickey made out of cherries!<br /><br />Light had a friend spend the night last night and this is what they did for me. I woke up to cake and birthday cards and singing.<br /><br />And yes, I just did a whole post dedicated to me on my birthday.<br /><br />Cause I rock!<br /><br />Later,</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-389206035722585532010-06-03T08:08:00.002-05:002010-06-03T09:13:38.964-05:00R.I.P. J.D.My darling baby boy. I am going to miss you so much. You brought me so joy and so much peace.<br /><br />From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were special. And I wasn't wrong.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TAeyr5b_49I/AAAAAAAABmI/rgUlhS-ptUw/s1600/100_0205.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478543938941871058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/TAeyr5b_49I/AAAAAAAABmI/rgUlhS-ptUw/s320/100_0205.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>I will miss the way you purred so loudly, you sounded like a motorboat. I will miss the way you would sit so Zen like with your front paws crossed. I will miss the smell of your fur and the way you would kiss me when I rubbed my face against yours. I will miss your little pink paws and your orange tipped ears. I will miss the way you would stare directly at a fly on the wall even though you had no eyes. I will miss the way you would meow for me to pick you up and put you on the bed when you could no longer jump up. I will miss the way you would snuggle down in a blanket until you were completely covered up.<br /><br />You were pure magic.<br /><br />Love forever and ever,<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-15676708502242508842010-05-27T13:30:00.004-05:002010-05-27T13:39:42.927-05:00The Universe is a Bitch and Must Die<span style="font-size:130%;">I'm so pissed.....at myself of course.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Without giving too many details, let's just say that a couple of years ago, I did something and got caught. I didn't pay for my actions and lived in the constant fear that I would be discovered and would pay much worse than I would have if I had paid when I first got caught. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The fear was so relentless and so all consuming, it changed my way of life. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Not enough for anyone to notice and I was able to cover it all up for these past two and half years, but still..........it was out "there". You know, out in the universe. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Over the course of the past week, I have discovered that I was living in fear all this time FOR NO REASON AT ALL. That being caught would not have happened BECAUSE NO ONE HAD ANY RECORD OF IT AT ALL!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What the hell Universe? What the hell? Did you enjoy your hearty laugh at my expense? Didja? Huh? Huh?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">P.S. Having said all that, the actions I've taken over the past week have obliterated any chance of me getting in trouble now. I've not only confessed and paid for the past actions, but I've obliterated any chance of that fear coming true. Man.......it's like the Rock of Gibralter has been lifted off my shoulders. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">P.S.S. I know......cryptic much? </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">P.S.S.S. Aren't you glad I'm back? *<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>smooch</strong></span>*</span>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-59332511880173663082010-05-26T13:15:00.003-05:002010-05-26T13:34:24.679-05:00Where, oh, Where Has My Little Dawg Gone?Yeah, yeah, I know. Leave me alone.<br /><br />I've been gone for a while.<br /><br />And it's not because I don't have access to my blog at work or that I don't have the time to blog......it's, well, it's just that things are going so good that it's hard to find stuff to write about.<br /><br />I like to read about happy things as much as the next person, but man, typing happy shit? That's hard.<br /><br />However, Erin yelled at me on Facebook and I've gotten several other "polite" requests to get off my ass and write.......soooooooo, here I am.<br /><br />Wanna know what's been going on since, oh, about Christmas?<br /><br />I still LOVE my job. Seriously, I love it. Specifically what do I love? Dunno. I just love coming to work every day. And that's enough for me.<br /><br />Still haven't weighed any cows. That's a bummer.<br /><br />However, a couple of weeks ago we found a baby bunny here at work. I took him home and rehabilitated him and we let him go on Sunday out by my grandmother's land.<br /><br />We named him Scooter. I wanted to name him Clyde, but I was vetoed.<br /><br />Uh, let's see.....Oh, yeah....Light made Principal's Honor Roll for the whatever year it is that she's been in school. Kid kicks serious academic ass. Principal's Honor roll since Kindergarten. Dang!<br /><br />She had her dance recital back in April. I still can not stand those things, but again, she danced circles around those other girls. I shouldn't be shocked each and every year, but I always am.<br /><br />She just lost her 16th tooth and got $16 for it. I seriously think the tooth fairy was smoking dope when she made that contract with my kid cause she's seriously getting the raw end of the deal. The Tooth Fairy, not Light. She's raking in the dough.<br /><br />Oh, and Light is now a Sharpshooter in Shooting Sports in 4-H. She went to the District Competition a few weeks back and came in 4th overall in her division and 1st for our county!!!!! Yay!!!!!<br /><br />She also made class favorite for the second year in a row. Her picture is in the paper this week because of that.<br /><br />They got out of school on Monday, so she's official a 5th grader now. When on earth did I become the mom of a 5th grader? She'll be entering middle school come fall. She's a bit nervous but excited as well.<br /><br />Hey...we're going to Florida in a couple of weeks. My best friend Mimi invited us last summer to come spend some time with her and her boys, so, I booked some tickets and we're flying down on the 12th of June. We're flying back on the 20th. Yeah, 8 days. She has no CLUE what they're in for.......me and Light for 8 days. We'll see if she ever invites us back!!! We're getting 3 days in Disney for free. We're so psyched.<br /><br />Oh and some of the biggest news of all. Light's teacher nominated her for this leadership forum that does a trip to D.C., NY and PA next summer. You have to be nominated to get the invitation. You then have to apply and if you get in, you then have to fundraise to get the money for the trip. It's such an honor to get invited. She'll get to meet the Iraqi Ambassador, speak to several senators and do some sightseeing. We're still trying to decide if we're going to do it. She's going to go ahead and apply and we'll take it from there.<br /><br />That's been about it. I mean, I'm sure that there's some other stuff going on, but those are the highlights.<br /><br />How have y'all been?<br /><br />Later,<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-36743757887955691682010-03-11T08:07:00.002-06:002010-03-11T08:10:07.083-06:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Happy</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">10th </span><span style="color:#ffff00;">Birthday</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Light</span><span style="color:#3366ff;"> of</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">My</span> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Life!!!</span></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>I love you.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-35199970242754785742010-02-08T08:33:00.004-06:002010-02-08T08:46:15.367-06:00And God Bless Drew Brees, And God....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cjfky2Op_3g/S3AhR4oKW-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/EBNN70koAzA/s1600-h/907.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435881341378517986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cjfky2Op_3g/S3AhR4oKW-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/EBNN70koAzA/s320/907.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>bless Sean Payton and God bless Tracy Porter and God bless Tom Benson and God bless the New Orleans Saints entire defensive and offensive lines and God bless the Who Dat Nation and God bless the city of New Orleans.</div><br /><br />That had to be the most exciting game I've EVER seen. Of course, it's only the second Super Bowl I've ever watched from start to finish. My dogs thought I was going crazy with all the screaming and hooting and hollering. I need to check with my neighbors to verify, but I'm pretty sure they could hear me all over the hill.<br /><br />Tracy Porter, you should win a medal for that simply GORGEOUS pass interception that Mr. Manning so sweetly sent your way.<br /><br />I love you my home away from home. You done us proud. See you this weekend for the BEST MARDI GRAS EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Later,<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><em>Mama Dawg</em></span></strong>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10910212837149797617noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-46758998811729734412009-12-04T14:11:00.001-06:002009-12-04T14:14:06.108-06:00Dude, THEY Read My Blog!!!!!!!!Remember <a href="http://twodogsrunningsouth.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-raisins-are-mocking-me.html"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>this </strong></span></a>post?<br /><br />Well, check <a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/family-home/article/108296/sun-maid-girl-makeover-sparks-controversy.html?mod=family-love_money"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">this</span></strong></a> out!<br /><br />Spooky.........now, where the eff is my finders fee?<br /><br />Later and have a jolly weekend, y'all!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-36109153656188323432009-12-02T16:11:00.010-06:002009-12-02T16:32:57.909-06:00You Can't Handle the Randomness!Yeah, yeah, yeah. A day late and a dollar short.<br /><br />Tell it to my pimp!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxboFHzpEXI/AAAAAAAABmA/dKzljJXcGtk/s1600-h/101_1204.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410767177024868722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxboFHzpEXI/AAAAAAAABmA/dKzljJXcGtk/s320/101_1204.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />My friend from New Orleans had bought me the tiny "Pimpin' Your Pumpkin" kit from Barnes and Noble. We found a pumpkin at Wal-Mart that was just perfect and we decorated that bitch up!<br /><br />***************<br /><br />Know what I did this past weekend?<br /><br />Made a hermit crab cage!<br /><br />Yeppers. With my own two little hands.<br /><br />I bought the wire cover, snagged an extra pressed wood shelf from a storage unit that's not being used, cut apart an old cutting board and staple gunned the hell out of everything!<br /><br />I have a temporary lid on it right now.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxboArPpwgI/AAAAAAAABl4/7jQgUWC1UEg/s1600-h/101_1205.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410767100638249474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxboArPpwgI/AAAAAAAABl4/7jQgUWC1UEg/s320/101_1205.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Anastasia looks pleased! </div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbnxM1Zk1I/AAAAAAAABlw/LIBhYXBUPMw/s1600-h/101_1206.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410766834777035602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbnxM1Zk1I/AAAAAAAABlw/LIBhYXBUPMw/s320/101_1206.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />***************<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>You know how I've talked before about Operation Christmas Child? <br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Well, here's my new area that I keep all my supplies. <br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Yeah, those are all filled to the brim. <br /><br /></div><div></div><div>That's a crapload of stuff! <br /><br /></div><div></div><div>The kids should be happy! <br /><br /></div><div></div><div>We've already started on next years boxes. We've got about 50 so far. They're not complete though. I still need soap and washclothes and whatnot for them. But, since this is a year long thing for myself and Light, it'll get done.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbnSpO1-uI/AAAAAAAABlo/_rsuUMYHGqk/s1600-h/100_1138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410766309824002786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbnSpO1-uI/AAAAAAAABlo/_rsuUMYHGqk/s320/100_1138.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />***************<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Speaking of the shoebox stuff.....a couple of weekends ago, we went to this discount store. Kind of like a Ross's or a TJ Maxx, but waaaaaaaaay down on the ladder. It doesn't look like much from the outside and sometimes you go there and the deals suck, but this time? PAY DIRT!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>50 embroidered belts at 5 CENTS a piece and in total, 6 tubes of lip stuff (chapstick and lipstick)....all for LESS THAN SIX DOLLARS!!!!!</div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbnMXFRGkI/AAAAAAAABlg/FKKVh5__RgA/s1600-h/100_1133.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410766201872783938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbnMXFRGkI/AAAAAAAABlg/FKKVh5__RgA/s320/100_1133.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbmoQmeoMI/AAAAAAAABlY/BfamYnvdc0o/s1600-h/100_1135.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410765581657743554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbmoQmeoMI/AAAAAAAABlY/BfamYnvdc0o/s320/100_1135.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbmOZZRTKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SnSBsOjqA0w/s1600-h/100_1137.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410765137341664418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbmOZZRTKI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SnSBsOjqA0w/s320/100_1137.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Pretty frickin' awesome!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>***************<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Have y'all ever seen my international rings that I wear almost every day?<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>No?<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Well then, here you go.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>On my ring finger is a cladagh ring (Irish)that I got in Epcot. <br /><br /></div><div></div><div>On my index finger is a crown ring (English) that I got in the Quarter in New Orleans......<br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbmKa-sztI/AAAAAAAABlI/RrtfHcGb9Xo/s1600-h/100_1143.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410765069047615186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbmKa-sztI/AAAAAAAABlI/RrtfHcGb9Xo/s320/100_1143.JPG" /></a><br /><br />and on my right hand, a Greek key ring.....straight outta Greece! Thanks to my Aunt C, that is.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbmGj3GvDI/AAAAAAAABlA/YlVF984BRZI/s1600-h/100_1147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410765002712202290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SxbmGj3GvDI/AAAAAAAABlA/YlVF984BRZI/s320/100_1147.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>***************<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>One downside to this new job?<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>When someone rents the building for a dinner or a banquet, the smell of the food cooking is DRIVING ME CRAZY! I'm so hungry for BBQ right now thanks to the people that are doing a dinner here tonight. They started cooking a couple of hours ago and my stomach is YELLING AT ME!!!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>***************<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Later, <br /><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-75988054240448804342009-11-19T08:28:00.005-06:002009-11-19T08:33:21.989-06:00Reason #176 Why I Love My DaughterWell, we all know she rocks. She truly does.<br /><br />Tuesday morning, when I was getting ready for work and she was sitting on the couch waiting for our neighbors to pull down to the end of the driveway (indicating it's time for the bus), we were watching part of the Today show.<br /><br />They were talking about Sarah Palin's new book that was coming out and made a mention that it was 400 pages long.<br /><br />I said, "What on earth could she have to say that would cause a book to be 400 pages long?" and my incredibly clever daughter replied,<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ffff;">"The book must be large print."</span><br /></span></strong></em><br />***************<br /><br />Speaking of my incredibly clever, talented and simply gorgeous daughter, she has a new post up at her blog.<br /><br />It's poetry. Please be gentle to my budding poet.<br /><br />Click <a href="http://flipflopsinthesun1.blogspot.com/2009/11/sky.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>HERE</strong></span></a> to go there.<br /><br />Later,<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-62123015448340312292009-11-17T08:30:00.005-06:002009-11-17T10:32:47.259-06:00RTTIt's Tuesday.<br /><br />You know what that means.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.theunmom.com/"><img alt="randomtuesday" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb9/superkeely/randomtuesday.jpg" width="200" /></a><br /><br /><br />So.......cow weighing watch commences. No cow weighing today.<br /><br />***************<br /><br />You know what, I just realized you have absolutely NO CLUE what that means.<br /><br />I failed to tell you what my new job is.<br /><br />I now work for an Extension service for a big university here in my lovely state. I'm the office associate.<br /><br />I basically answer phones, schedule rentals for the building, type up stuff, e-mail stuff, mail stuff, clean stuff, help people with stuff.<br /><br />BUT.......what I'm highly anticipating.....and what they PROMISED me I could help with......which now that I think about it, most people might not want to do.....is I get to help weigh COWS! And other livestock!<br /><br />Weighing cows. It doesn't get any cooler than that.<br /><br />Ain't life grand?<br /><br />***************<br /><br />I had a strange dream last night.<br /><br />It involved this guy:<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SwK0sswF9fI/AAAAAAAABk0/msLWblezZB8/s1600/jared.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405081182818137586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SwK0sswF9fI/AAAAAAAABk0/msLWblezZB8/s320/jared.jpg" /></a> <br /><br /></p><p>and my best friend from high school. Somehow, I ended up with this guy but Jenny either had been involved with him and still liked him or just like him. It was a weird love triangle and I woke up feeling so guilty. We were never really interested in the same guys in high school. I stuck to dumb jocks and she stuck to smart actors. It was just a weird feeling I woke up with. I'm sure there's a deeper meaning, but I really don't care to explore what it might be. <br /><br /></p><p>***************<br /><br /></p><p>Sigh.......I wanna weigh some cows. <br /><br /></p><p>***************<br /><br /></p><p>Know what's happening here at work this morning? The 4-H club is making sweet potato log rolls. If you've never had one of these, let me tell you something. They are heaven all wrapped up in plastic. <br /><br /></p><p>I mean, the office is smelling soooooooooooooooooooo delicious right now. I just ate breakfast and am really not hungry, but the smell is making me hungry.<br /><br /></p><p>I just better not gain back any of that weight I lost earlier this year. <br /><br /></p><p>***************<br /><br /></p><p>Later,<br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a><br /></p>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-66817997535230627122009-11-13T07:25:00.003-06:002009-11-13T07:39:09.376-06:00Dear So and So<span style="color:#ff0000;">Dear Me,<br /><br />You can tell how much you've adapted to living in the country when you find yourself showering with a dog skull in the tub with you and you don't even bat an eye.<br /><br />Scratching Head in Wonderment,<br /><br />Me</span><br /><br />****************<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Dear Current Job,<br /><br />Today is my last day with you. You've been........interesting to say the least. I'll miss all of the weird and wacky conversations my co-workers have had that they don't know I've been privy to since I've always got my earbuds in. Yeah, I don't keep the volume up THAT high on my iPod. I've heard EVERYTHING!!!! Mwah, hah, hah, hah, hah!!!!!<br /><br />Sayonara,<br /><br />Me</span><br /><br />***************<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">Dear New Job,<br /><br />Thank you for being 15 minutes away from my house instead of the 2 hour round trip drive I do every day with my soon to be former job.<br /><br />Thank you for giving me 2 weeks off at Christmas...WITH pay.<br /><br />Just.....thanks.....in general.<br /><br />I hope we'll get along!<br /><br />See you Monday at 8 a.m.,<br /><br />Me</span><br /><br />***************<br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Dear Sonic Breakfast Burrito,<br /><br />Thank you for being so yummy.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />My stomach and taste buds</span><br /><br />***************<br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Dear Mom,<br /><br />Next time you want to buy me a breakfast burrito from Sonic to take to work the next morning, I'll just take a junior one. The regular ones are too big (that's what she said!).<br /><br />Thanks mommy!<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />Me</span><br /><br />***************<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Dear Last Day of Work,<br /><br />Please don't be one of those LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG days.<br /><br />Grateful in Advance,<br /><br />Me</span><br /><br />***************<br /><span style="color:#999999;">Dear iPod,<br /><br />Thank you so much for playing my songs this morning in the most random order I've ever experienced.<br /><br />Here's a sampling:<br /><br />Bloody Valentine-Good Charlotte<br />Buttons-Pussycat Dolls<br />Teddy Bear-Elvis Presley<br />It's Still Rock and Roll-Billy Joel<br />Come On and Dance-Steve Miller Band<br />Woman-Maroon 5<br />Manic Monday-The Bangles<br />Banana Boat Song-Harry Belafonte<br />I'm in Love with a Stripper-T-Pain<br /><br />You rock,<br /><br />Me</span><br /><br />***************<br /><br />If you want to play along, click here.<br /><br /><a href="http://3bedroombungalow.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Dear So and So..." src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm61/badassgeek/3BB/dearsoandso_button.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Later,<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-80301921819050930652009-11-04T13:53:00.006-06:002009-11-04T13:59:32.508-06:00Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me?Ok.<br /><br />Don't judge me.<br /><br />But these are my latest crushes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHcGweIdvI/AAAAAAAABkk/uquN75JAsvw/s1600-h/kevin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400339436842546930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHcGweIdvI/AAAAAAAABkk/uquN75JAsvw/s320/kevin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Kevin Rankin from "Trauma"</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHcDh9gjSI/AAAAAAAABkc/AspdsrFdrSc/s1600-h/cliff.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400339381408009506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHcDh9gjSI/AAAAAAAABkc/AspdsrFdrSc/s320/cliff.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br />Cliff Curtis from "Trauma"</span></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHb95WckDI/AAAAAAAABkU/v4awjzfqYIA/s1600-h/robert.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400339284607406130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHb95WckDI/AAAAAAAABkU/v4awjzfqYIA/s320/robert.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Robert Knepper from "Heroes" and "Prison Break"</span></strong><br />(yes, T-Bag......shut up)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHb6uvvTkI/AAAAAAAABkM/LTXiLoZSbng/s1600-h/john.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400339230221094466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHb6uvvTkI/AAAAAAAABkM/LTXiLoZSbng/s320/john.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br />John Slattery from "Mad Men"</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHcbbGzz_I/AAAAAAAABks/SBNaL6QCY0c/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400339791884832754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvHcbbGzz_I/AAAAAAAABks/SBNaL6QCY0c/s320/taylor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Taylor Schilling from "Mercy"</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left">Who are your most recent crushes?<br /><br />Later,</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a></div></div>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-33306016102511190002009-11-03T07:22:00.008-06:002009-11-03T07:36:03.873-06:00Randomness AboundsIt's Tuesday and you know what that means!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.theunmom.com"><img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb9/superkeely/randomtuesday.jpg" width="200" alt="randomtuesday" /></a><br /><br />Click to read and enjoy. And maybe even join in.<br /><br />***************<br /><br />Here's Light's jack-o-lantern.<br /><br />I've been letting her design it for the past 5 years. Whatever she draws, I cut.<br /><br />She's got such an imagination.<br /><br />I simply adore the mouth. It was a bitch to cut, but it turned out great.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvAu1xDgdGI/AAAAAAAABkE/oFXTqRrEifA/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399867454453216354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/SvAu1xDgdGI/AAAAAAAABkE/oFXTqRrEifA/s320/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And I'm such a lazy mom...we didn't do the pumpkin until Saturday. The day of Halloween.<br /><br />Sigh.....she'll forgive me one day.<br /><br />Hopefully.<br /><br />***************<br /></p><p>I got an e-mail from a friend today. It's one that's been passed around before, but I died laughing at one of the "facts".<br /><br /></p><p>"If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb."<br /><br /></p><p>Dude, I've passed enough gas in my life to wipe Poughkeepsie off the map!<br /><br /></p><p>***************<br /><br /></p><p>I woke up this morning to the sound of a cat vomiting.<br /><br /></p><p>Happy Tuesday!<br /><br /></p><p>***************<br /><br /></p><p>When I went to go take my shower this morning, I found a Barbie pool party going on.<br /><br /></p><p>I also found Barbie sized underware just randomly tossed around the tub.<br /><br /></p><p>Those Barbies are sluts.<br /><br /></p><p>***************<br /><br /></p><p>I gave the dogs a bath last night.<br /><br /></p><p>In the tub in my house.<br /><br /></p><p>Max is only like 25 lbs, so that wasn't too bad.<br /><br /></p><p>Nikki is over 50 lbs.<br /><br /></p><p>I'll let you use your imagination on that one.<br /><br /></p><p>It wasn't pretty.<br /><br /></p><p>But at least they don't smell like ass anymore.<br /><br /></p><p>***************<br /><br /></p><p>I'll now leave you with one of my favorite songs from the Romeo + Juliet soundtrack.</p><p><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AlXffy8tO0&hl=" fs="1&" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br />Later,<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a><br /></p>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710842288933813336.post-68910279334820380902009-11-02T08:22:00.004-06:002009-11-02T08:29:12.442-06:00Reason # 342 Why I Love My ChildWhen asked by an elderly lady if she was a bee, she replied...<br /><br /><br />...."No ma'am, I'm a MONARCH butterfly."<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/Su7ricgemtI/AAAAAAAABj8/RLR3dvS4bvI/s1600-h/butter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399511980264299218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/Su7ricgemtI/AAAAAAAABj8/RLR3dvS4bvI/s320/butter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Halloween costume, 2009<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/Su7rUIYl0kI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZdTl2MOTMg0/s1600-h/butter+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399511734344340034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-hGGgxrIWY/Su7rUIYl0kI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZdTl2MOTMg0/s320/butter+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ever seen a butterfly....excuse me, a MONARCH butterfly....with attitude?</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>How was your Halloween?</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Later,</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/311/A0E589996FD5C432D2EE7E25F089D070.png" /></a></div>Mama Dawghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056327117924455147noreply@blogger.com11