ramblins....based on the tons of photo's I've taken in the past few weeks...sorry that I am all over the board with this but...oh well... Jalil...patiently...well not so patiently but hey...what can he do, tell me "NO! No more pictures!!!' No...he cant say that because I'm the Mommie. But any way...back to what I was going to say...here's Jalil PATIENTLY waiting for me to take his picture while he was outside shooting hoops. Gosh...he's losing that chubby face. His face is getting more chiseled. He's losing that babyfat on his belly and...GULP...he's getting a broad chest. It doesnt seem fair. It doesnt seem right that my kids are growing up. I've always said that everyday of my life, for the past 17 years has been lived so that my boys would grow up and be positive influence on society. I lived so that they can see how its done, rather by my actions or by me showing them that something I did was NOT the way to do something. I wanted to mold them. Guide them. Correct them but most of all I wanted to love two little boys so much from the day they were born until the day I died, that there would be no question of the depth of the love their mama had for them. If nothing else, they had THAT my hosta's are coming up! Yeah!!!! If we get another frost..snow...cold rain...ANYTHING hinting at the possibility of damaging my flowers...I'm...well...I dont know what I'm going to do but I am not going to be very happy..... *sigh* my life is a constant 'To-Do List' waiting to be checked off. I want to work on this...my back yard. Miyagi isnt a outside dog but of course, he's got to go outside for certain instances. When he's out there, especially if there are kids over shooting hoops, he runs along this fence line...tearing grass and dirt up to the point of there not being grass. I want to do SOMETHING with this.

i love blue skies...that's all here...

i dont know what these tree's are called but they are pretty popular here in Mid-Missouri. They are every where and they really are pretty. They are dainty and feminine and are really pretty to look at and take photo's when they have the blossoms on them. BUT (ya'll know there was a 'but' ) they stink. STINK BAD. And its only when the blossoms are out. * and why I used the word 'pretty' fifty-million times...I dont know....*

i dont have a picture for this last one so you'll have to use your imagination. Well I do have a photo but I really...just can share it. Thank you all for the positive comments and support for my own little Biggest Loser commitment! I will tell you that currently I weigh 214. My doctor speak...I'm supposed to weigh 125-143 pounds. That aint going to happen. I'm sorry doc...its not. I want to look like a woman, not an little girl. I want to be healthy, I want to get off my diabetic medicine but I also like AND want my curves. That is possible, isnt it???? I took a picture in my bedroom mirror of me in my undies and lets just say...I felt like crying. BUT I didnt because I WANT to feel that what's on the outside is not a testament to who I am. (so blow on that Mr. Insecurity). Anyway...my main goal now is to get back to slowly cutting out my carbs again. When I did that, my glucose levels were PERFECT and I didnt feel this constant...foggy-ness I feel now. Soooooo I'm going to slowly ween out bread AGAIN....after that I will do something else but for me...baby steps is best. I cant just cut everything out cold turkey. Yes...I'm a baby. But its for the public safety as well.

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I'm not playing...that really was a Public Service Announcement.

Have a MARVELOUS weekend folks...

I’m sure booster clubs have a purpose…but is it wrong of me to consider the time I spend shuttling this kid and that kid, talking to the kid on a one on one basis, trying to mentor to them, taking photo’s (and NOT just of my kid) for games to submit to school websites and cheering on any and every kid at games…shouldn’t this take away any idea that my name should be brought up to work a concession stand??? Not only should my name not come up but should the president or whomever is in charge contact a family friend to get in contact with me to see ‘whats up?’ with working the concession stands???
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We had tournaments this weekend. Came out of the gym Saturday and we had a very pretty blizzard going on…LOL…okay NOT a blizzard but tons of snow coming down…not really sticking but big pretty flakes. I remember thinking ‘wtf?’ because ummmmmm helllllllllllllooooo its supposed to be spring! Yeah I know we still have a few weeks but my internal clock is ticking in regards to it being spring. My oldest son bbqued for the first time…and as you see…he had a blast….No comments on the bbqueing during winter…LOL.

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Today’s sunshine is brought to you by God and good Lord is it not GOOD???

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What’s peoples thoughts on putting birthing/labor pictures in scrapbooks or photo albums?

I hope everyone had a blessed wonderful Thanksgiving. Full of family, friends, and lots of food. I have been off work for 4 days and it was HELL…HELL I tell you to roll my booty out of bed this morning to get ready for work. I think a new law should be that when you have been off work for at least 3 days that the next time you go into work, that day you only have to go in at 11 and then leave at 2 and it counts for a full 8 or 10 hour shift. Yeah…I need to get onto President Elect Obama for that one.
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Something has crawled up in my car and died. I have no clue where this funky smell is currently in my car. No, I haven’t cleaned it out to find out (I’m scarey like that) but I’m wishing that eventually it just ups and walks away on its own.
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I don’t drink very often but when I do…I drink hard. I do believe I have been drinking for 4 days strait. Lawrence thought for sure I would throw up at some point or at least have a hangover or headache but no. I’m a champ. He’s not used to that other side of me. I think he’s scared.
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I love Thanksgiving. Maybe more than Christmas. There’s usually more family around. Seems like more love is in the air. When I go back home, I run into some one who says ‘you haven’t changed A BIT!!!’ and I’m thinking ‘ummm yeah…I weighed 150 pounds in high school’ and then I’m trying to remember who the hell this person is hugging me in the gas station. But I love it. Christmas has gotten so commercial and every year, I make a vow that THIS YEAR will be different. That my kids will REALLY understand and feel the meaning of Christmas. I’ve started putting up decorations even though we probably wont have a tree (AGAIN) this year. But trust….you will know its Christmas.
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Things continuously broke on me this weekend. My curling iron went caput on me. I mean…smoke curling, hair sizzling, caput. And yes, after I seen it was smoking I still touched the damn thing to make sure. Yeah…whiskey is NOT my friend. Then we bought the movie Hancock. Could NOT get it to work so I returned it 5 times (not the same actual dvd…different ones). The last time, I do believe they thought I was crazy. I guess me saying through clenched teeth to the poor customer service girl ‘FIND A DVD PLAYER AND PUT IT IN THERE, NOWWWWWWWW!!’ didn’t help matters much. Again, boys and girls….whiskey is NOT my friend. Then I blew up my parents microwave. I’m still trying to figure that one out. I was reheating a plate of pie (gotta have it hot for the whipped cream), took it out to test it and it was fine so I closed the door and was just going to let the time run out. Took two steps away from the microwave when someone yelled and I turned and things were on and popping in the microwave. Burnt a hole in the side of it. Quess what Mom and Dad??? You all get a microwave for Christmas.
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Okoye has a game in Rolla Missouri tonight and Jalil has practice tonight. Urgh…this is when I wish the boys father didn’t work nights. I hate it when one of them don’t have at least one parent for an event. I’ve decided to stay in town to shuttle Jalil around and told Okoye and he was fine with it but why do I feel like a bad parent? I kept texting Okoye ‘R U sure?’ finally he was like ‘MOM!’ I guess apart of me wanted him to beg me to find away to the game….I’m sick and have issues. I know this. And knowing is half the battle.

I am a Doomsday advocate. The whole ‘SOMETHING bad is going to happen. I just know it’ kind of girl. Needless to say, it’s not good for me to work at a suicide clinic or depression worksite. My luck, someone would say ‘the world is going to end today’ and I would say ‘you know, the sun DID take longer to raise this morning.’ Yeah, that’d be me. Today is Patriots Day. L has several events planned for the day but that never stops us from calling or texting each other first thing in the morning. When I didn’t get a call by 8, I called him. Nothing. Text….nada. hmmmmm. Office, strait to voicemail. Then I look at the online newspaper for his city, to check out for sure when certain things would start and what do I find….there was an accident. Along the same stretch of highway that he takes into work. Stomach acids seeping as we speak.
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If you work in an office setting, you have SOMEONE who works your nerves, you don’t speak to or just don’t like. And the feeling is mutual? Ever get stuck on the elevator with that person? Man…talk about silence! NO ONE speaks. You hear each other breathing. Separate corners of the ring, I mean elevator. My eyes were on the floor panel as we hit each one, her eyes were fixated on the actually floor. Yeah…fun times indeedy.
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Watched Fashion Rocks or whatever it is, the other night. Fell in LOVE with the English chick Duffy(?)! The way she squealed and did that hand thing like the Beetles…. had me trying it all night. I wasn’t real popular with my boys that night.

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Still no word…I really feel like I could either vomit or beat the crap out of someone right now. I hate being the First Wife of Gloom and Doom. I really do. I know the man is busy right now. I know his schedule. But dammit…this is driving me crazy.

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Now I’m pissed. ‘I’m in a meeting sweetie, lemme call you back’….wtf???? I had all intentions on adding to this all day, being all cute and funny and then posting my end result tonight but right now I swear I could spit damn nails and nail him to the wall.

Today was one of those days where work was not of importance. Flirting, laughing, talking, eating...was. It was a snack day in honor of one of our coworkers turning 40. I had prepared for this day all week by eating as little amounts of carbs as possible. Shells and I floated between each others cubicles chitchatting. Talking/flirting and laughing with Shells and our supervisor, I noticed our supervisor had would HAD to be spinach in his teeth. Seriously. And if I noticed it, Shells had to notice it so I could not really look at her. Do I say anything? Do I let it go? I had this great idea to stare at his lips hoping he would get the picture, but he didnt. He just kept talking more and more.....now with me, THAT trick works. Anytime I'm talking to someone and they start rubbing their nose or looking at my teeth, I instantly try to rub it away or lick 'it' away. ummmm no such luck with that idea. He just kept talking. Finally he said 'oh its 2:30, I have an interview....' oh HELL....but I couldnt get my lips to form the words...'hey, you have something on your teeth.'

I should have said something.