tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51618238794959243002024-02-07T16:30:01.319-05:00Gypsy SoulFireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-13423927351154398202011-12-23T09:50:00.000-05:002011-12-23T09:50:30.018-05:00Long ago and Far AwayWow haven't been here in almost a year. Depression is a Bitch! Having no safe place for my thoughts is very isolating.FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-80106188107123326052011-01-27T17:16:00.000-05:002011-01-27T17:16:11.115-05:00New post on my wordpress blog<a href="http://myirishgypsysoul.wordpress.com/2011/01/27/dear-sperm-donor/">http://myirishgypsysoul.wordpress.com/2011/01/27/dear-sperm-donor/</a><br />
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Its password protected, so ask for the password if you want to read....FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-56651211555183693022010-12-03T16:55:00.001-05:002010-12-03T16:56:11.045-05:00Wordpress<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Actually this is the main one. This is all new and confusing.....</span><br />
<a href="http://myirishgypsysoul.wordpress.com/"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #274e13; font-size: large;">http://myirishgypsysoul.wordpress.com/</span></a>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-631612989052478552010-12-03T16:45:00.000-05:002010-12-03T16:45:46.231-05:00protected posts at wordpress<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am testing this out. So if you want the password to read the posts, let me know </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://gypsywishes.wordpress.com/2010/12/03/somewhere-over-the-rainbow-and-other-bullshit/">http://gypsywishes.wordpress.com/2010/12/03/somewhere-over-the-rainbow-and-other-bullshit/</a></span>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-16466910874456547932010-10-25T11:34:00.000-04:002010-10-25T11:34:13.217-04:00Changes<span style="background-color: #ffe599; color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Courage to change oneself is the hardest to find. </strong></span>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-15746147886732447902010-10-25T11:25:00.002-04:002010-10-25T11:25:56.235-04:00David Bowie - Changes (Edit)<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/xMQ0Ryy01yE/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMQ0Ryy01yE?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMQ0Ryy01yE?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-83333683454577009572010-09-24T22:13:00.005-04:002010-12-17T20:15:50.248-05:00Why? & The house that built me<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Seriously</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm so over this hormonal BS. I'm still 137 pounds. Down from 167, but big whoop, Jugernaut was over 8 pounds and the fluid, blood, placenta etc...<em> gad</em> had to be like 10!! The days of being 94-100 pounds are over. I get that. I accept that. Really I do. But this sucks badger balls. I have a ginormous belly flap (think click) and looks like I'm still 6 months preg. My incision is not healing right and looks like frakenbelly. Not to mention the other pleasantness that should have stopped by now. WTF!!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And other than the love I have for the crotch critters I've gestated and brought into this world, I would like to go back to being numb and cold hearted. Its easier. I wear my b*tch face well. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And I was reminded yet again today what A b*tch I am... because well someone else's mistakes are ALWAYS my fault. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Its amazing how some things never change. Not amazing. PATHETIC! I have to make myself accept they never will change. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The things we want to hold onto and never want to change, always do. And the things that need change the most, that you WANT to change the most never do.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>The house that built me... we're both falling apart.</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">*Drove past my G & G's house. Its still for sale. Has been for awhile. Its been both ridiculously low priced, and ridiculously high priced. Which is what it is right now. Beyond crazy high for the condition it is in. I'd pay $40,000, NOT $90,000!! That is insane. Looked in the front window. Drove down the back alley. The house looks like complete sh*t. MUCH worse than the pics. Totally broke my heart. I love that house. I wanted to buy that house. Me and the house are pretty much in the same condition at this point. Pretty soon we will both turn to dust.*</span></strong><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0c343d;">dreamland</span>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-68071984452062649882010-09-11T17:00:00.001-04:002010-09-11T17:03:33.069-04:00The joys of Snark<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well I got this idea from a couple of great blogs I follow, and passing some snarky emails back n forth w some friends... much is left off of both lists, but snarky is as snarky does.. haha</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;"><u>Things I am good at:</u></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">verbal vomit</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">yelling (as per Windy)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">making lists</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">being constipated</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">procrastination</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">wipping out a boob (or 2)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">binge eating</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">holding grudges</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">death glares</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">walking around in public w a b*tch face</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">avoiding ppl</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">hating ppl</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">coming up w new ways to kill ppl in my mind</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">swearing</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">reading</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">decorating in my head</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">washing laundry</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">changing diapers</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">clutter </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">OCD ^</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">embarrassing my children</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">genealogy</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">loving the sun/summer</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">daydreaming/escapism</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">telling the truth</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">driving like a one eyed maniac w teen kids friends in the car (so they dont ask me 4 rides) </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">despite the above, trying my best as a mom & loving my children w all my heart & soul</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;"><u>Things I suck at:</u></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">anything athletic</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">pooping</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">cooking</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">baking anything but brownies & muffins</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">ice skating</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">lying</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">organization</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">math</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">natural childbirth</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">putting away the laundry</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">being quiet</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">dieting/healthy eating</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">forgiveness</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">trusting ppl</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">not getting road rage</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">having good/nice hair days</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">liking ppl</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">decorating in real life</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">tolerating cold/winter</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">tolerating pain</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">tolerating drama</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">tolerating selfish ppl</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">tolerating narcissistic ppl</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">tolerating ppl who always have to "one up u" as in; u did it, they did it better. u got it, they got it more. u had it bad, they had it worse. u know something, they know something more...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">taking care of myself</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">not breaking my glasses</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">standing up for myself</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">eating liver</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">card games</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">time management</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">money management</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">remembering names</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">not gagging when I see men with long fingernails</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">giving up on ppl I love</span></strong>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-52105749564885704892010-09-11T15:33:00.002-04:002010-09-11T15:33:26.872-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jiOesJUCn_WrkFvu8aAy9YmwduZ8F1-RMMeUSf7aQ6K8_BiXDuAgtigR07rRiFrqOwAoJ1oCgjWvRbhB-S6xxXTIbqk5Irh6_6PhGn3CsVP34zRT2Pc7kTKObYAQJdpjsii-pcwqivA/s1600/untitled9.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jiOesJUCn_WrkFvu8aAy9YmwduZ8F1-RMMeUSf7aQ6K8_BiXDuAgtigR07rRiFrqOwAoJ1oCgjWvRbhB-S6xxXTIbqk5Irh6_6PhGn3CsVP34zRT2Pc7kTKObYAQJdpjsii-pcwqivA/s320/untitled9.bmp" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Zzg93RIETrAiWyQpX5vix7JDS1cak4TGWBnIqPITQa_ygMqC0ZFgQ6O6jlf014cq277qM7LbaDcgdlJ8PlhHvKrXvknCifKo_nex0D_5DPacokjVNprNmiSiH3OOcMcnkX2CmOXAejQ/s1600/untitled8.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Zzg93RIETrAiWyQpX5vix7JDS1cak4TGWBnIqPITQa_ygMqC0ZFgQ6O6jlf014cq277qM7LbaDcgdlJ8PlhHvKrXvknCifKo_nex0D_5DPacokjVNprNmiSiH3OOcMcnkX2CmOXAejQ/s320/untitled8.bmp" /></a></div>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-59568744439676983222010-09-01T22:17:00.000-04:002010-09-01T22:17:28.775-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gOqICxySFrDOgzfo_w4Ey9Nvggg2h-Igdy3UYWZ-ul1MufTdFXWprsHXZXaPQXHWbHb9wiiMbDfAbUFJgqF29FugKY2CMPfuP6qBgzzI23RklNTHw7HO8yVWZOb1c6hpzRGAmHPmhQo/s1600/25530_200_125.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gOqICxySFrDOgzfo_w4Ey9Nvggg2h-Igdy3UYWZ-ul1MufTdFXWprsHXZXaPQXHWbHb9wiiMbDfAbUFJgqF29FugKY2CMPfuP6qBgzzI23RklNTHw7HO8yVWZOb1c6hpzRGAmHPmhQo/s320/25530_200_125.gif" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #ffe599; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><strong>My 2nd pushy son was born @36 1/2 weeks... on 8/27/10@ 12:51am. 8 pounds 1oz, 21 1/2 inches</strong></span> . FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-38989943134539711062010-08-22T18:25:00.000-04:002010-08-22T18:25:08.211-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEG2yRRKaQ6bVYrFsJRDCgozNOdnI50iKIzviXrVQgfWmV2faTG3bfOfD_BpEppNZ8XozDL2-SPEmNyzAa0_LcRe-oMco9_gOVlwN-pnMCJcsg2Gw3IYfWJyuTVhuXwJuYzgsVu1xCw4/s1600/th_avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEG2yRRKaQ6bVYrFsJRDCgozNOdnI50iKIzviXrVQgfWmV2faTG3bfOfD_BpEppNZ8XozDL2-SPEmNyzAa0_LcRe-oMco9_gOVlwN-pnMCJcsg2Gw3IYfWJyuTVhuXwJuYzgsVu1xCw4/s320/th_avatar.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkhlUksRSO8Wtzb_Lc215wMys-d9wtSSbz2332jx1Ocpgr4kDHRE4xRGNeYnFJ2WyRhH8Lb0yL8XCRkbdFOTi5Gz0yDf3zep0dmRg2Dpz2_L9nYa4nM38lBOzbVyIuawyST2DztJm9PE/s1600/small_2541983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkhlUksRSO8Wtzb_Lc215wMys-d9wtSSbz2332jx1Ocpgr4kDHRE4xRGNeYnFJ2WyRhH8Lb0yL8XCRkbdFOTi5Gz0yDf3zep0dmRg2Dpz2_L9nYa4nM38lBOzbVyIuawyST2DztJm9PE/s320/small_2541983.jpg" /></a></div>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-10318708815863294752010-08-11T13:23:00.001-04:002010-08-13T00:39:52.592-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQTAriXQ_2-E2daO32tO9iMSWg3b4Z2CZtZRPPglNuyPmdw0SxUpJ3XO7r28FCXBJS0HpGata0gKnngwyp0D4UJ8UxkVM4EYcp6i6XZ3QnWYdZfgoYn44CYzhc3pmAlSUHNu3hLAFCRE/s1600/pregnant.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQTAriXQ_2-E2daO32tO9iMSWg3b4Z2CZtZRPPglNuyPmdw0SxUpJ3XO7r28FCXBJS0HpGata0gKnngwyp0D4UJ8UxkVM4EYcp6i6XZ3QnWYdZfgoYn44CYzhc3pmAlSUHNu3hLAFCRE/s320/pregnant.gif" /></a></div>I'm wondering if I can use icons instead of words to vent or sum up the feelings of the day... Hmmm? we will see I guess... 34 weeks preg and feeling like I could go any min. The fibro has been about the same. Not horrible, but def not gone like with Tsunami! But the fatigue seems to be nevr ending and I HATE it!FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-29047057706574506032010-08-06T21:53:00.001-04:002010-08-13T00:34:50.152-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9shZPpQSueOmJb5Wff-_95QLZlFDrtsklcmPS_CgB4vRfRhwppJndE_Z_uSrwkiLeV66AkGa5G_N25WwdAR6qqhKKh1lkMxUEuBS85TJtD-9MzanD-hAmVkRFkVG7K9VWJWYY05zOoU/s1600/small_2570542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9shZPpQSueOmJb5Wff-_95QLZlFDrtsklcmPS_CgB4vRfRhwppJndE_Z_uSrwkiLeV66AkGa5G_N25WwdAR6qqhKKh1lkMxUEuBS85TJtD-9MzanD-hAmVkRFkVG7K9VWJWYY05zOoU/s320/small_2570542.jpg" /></a></div>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-85868466474279376972010-07-15T12:21:00.000-04:002010-07-15T12:21:57.004-04:00The little Red Hen ate a BIG bowl of BITCHY this morning<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>It has been so frustrating living here and being unable to make my home the way I want. Either because of financial or health or now pregnancy reasons. I want to paint. I dream of painting. At least one wall sheesh... But ofcourse we need to take the walls/(god awful ugly panelling) down and the dining room ceiling 1st and drywall everything. And I fear that won't ever happen. Because well honestly no one ever shows up to help. Always helping and never being helped. Its pathetic how ppl expect never to be told no, but then when it comes time to reciprocate... oh look imagine that... no... </strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana;">There has been a total of 2 friends help since living here. They know who they are ;-)</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Honestly my fat ass can't even decorate, because surprise surprise all my "help" is out helping someone else!!!! </strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana;">So much to do and no so called friends or family have the decency to lend a hand. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana;">I am so sick of ppl thinking they can use use use. And ofcourse because I actually speak up and start to stand up for my family and say NO... oh then ofcourse I'm a bitch!</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I may be a prisoner of circumstance now, but I wont always be one. </strong></span>FireCracker!http://www.blogger.com/profile/04249500743634198074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161823879495924300.post-61903674427347232882010-06-08T16:21:00.002-04:002010-06-09T12:03:36.917-04:00Assesment<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I used to post on here about once a month a few years ago. And due to certain circumstances in my life I chose to stop... and deleted all my posts, another example of how I let others influence my decisions. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">I really have no intention of beginning again as those who know me and love me will be informed & know all the important stuff. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">But it does amaze me sometimes that in all my 38 years there is one constant I can count on, and that is people can't be counted on...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">So I am thankful for those that are not fairweather friends. The people in my life who truly care. I have ejected those that only think "what has so and so done for me?" And claimed to be someone they are not. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">I've learned some lessons and discovered some things about myself and a few people I thought I knew and loved. My eyes are clear and I see things for what they are. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">And I'm glad I finally have closure and have resolved certain ghosts of the past.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">And Iam thankful for the unexpected gifts that have popped up in my life in the last year. I hope you know who you are. <3 </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">Another chapter in my book of life. I bought my first house. Quite the fixer upper, and many things to consider for the future. My eldest daughter will be 18 in June. A senior and learning to manage her own money. And my baby girl will be sweet sixteen in August. Well I don't know about the sweet part! My miracle boy will be 2 in Sept and his brother to be born the same month! So my brood is complete. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana;">My door is always open to my family and true friends. You know where I live, and there is no pretentiousness (sp?) here. My house is a mess, my kids are wild, and I'm happy with that. So those that are vain and materialistic and want to judge, don't bother... There is dust and clutter, toys and crumbs on the floor, and tons of laundry to be done. There will be time enough later to clean. I know whats important! Do you?</span><br />
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