tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49119262763769335352024-03-19T05:34:33.156-04:00Jumble MashReviews, Rants, Raves, and Randomness.Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-31696511363913090622013-09-04T12:31:00.004-04:002013-09-04T12:31:49.204-04:00Maternity Leave...No moreTHE saddest day of my life was yesterday when I had to leave my 8 week old baby at the baby sitter's house. I have been frantically searching for work-from-home jobs since he was born, but nothing seemed legit...or even plausible. I am still trying to convince Hubs to sell the house and move into a smaller one so that I can stay home. He hasn't folded yet though.<br />
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I mean...who wouldn't miss this guy?<br />
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Everyone, meet Desmond. My little bundle of absolute joy. I know I kind of left you hanging, but being a mom to a newborn is exhausting and when I had time to myself...I was sleeping. But, I wouldn't trade it for the world. He has changed my life completely.<br />
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He was born on July 8th at 8:12 in the morning. He was 6 pounds, 13 ounces and had to be delivered via C-section because the little booger wouldn't turn upside down. The first two weeks were rough, what with recovery from major abdominal surgery and all the late night feedings, but after that we seemed to get the swing of things. I was with him 24/7 up until yesterday and now I feel like I'm missing a limb. <br />
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We had a hard road through pregnancy and delivery but I would do it all over again. Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-48759535781602453392013-06-18T21:30:00.000-04:002013-06-18T21:30:39.472-04:00Making roomWith much much much help from my dad, we have managed to update just about every room in our new home. I still want to tear apart the kitchen, but we'll need to save money for that. I need to paint the family room and then make our master bedroom a little more cozy (white walls right now). After that, I think I'll feel like it's finished. At least for a while. But my absolutely favorite room of the house now is the nursery. <br />
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I just love how it turned out. Sometimes I'll just go sit in the rocking chair and try to imagine what it will be like when he's finally here! Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-71458857494045106382013-06-17T10:55:00.000-04:002013-06-17T10:55:01.189-04:00ComplicationsI am convinced that this baby is showing me exactly what I'm made of. He's making sure I'm strong and that I'm ready for whatever he is going to throw at us. <br />
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At 22 weeks pregnant (15 weeks ago!) I was sitting at work when I started getting a lot of back pain. Typical with pregnancy, right? Yes. So I got up, drank a bottle of water, and did a couple of laps around my building. When it didn't seem to ease up at all, I took a Tylenol. Still, the back pain was only getting worse. <br />
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I went home and climbed into a semi-hot bath. I felt a ton of relief, so I just laid in there until the water became too cold to tolerate. As soon as I got out, all the pain came wooshing back like it was re-paying me for any time that I'd missed without it.<br />
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I called my mom who suggested a heating pad. I sat down on the couch with a heating pad and after about fifteen minutes of that, I realized that I was having really bad cramps too. I felt like I was PMSing. Really bad. <br />
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I called Hubby, who came home from work and drove me to the hospital. The hospital staff thought maybe I had a UTI in which I replied, "Oh man, I feel stupid for coming to the E.R. for a UTI." If only that's all it had been.<br />
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After testing my urine and realizing it was clean, the nurse performed a cervical check. "Um, okay, yeah you are dilated."<br />
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WHAT?!?! <br />
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She immediately went to work hooking monitors up and laying me flat on my back. Everything seemed to be happening in huge rush now. One nurse turned into two, then three, then five. My midwife was called in and then a doctor. I was having contractions. I was dilated. I was in labor. <br />
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It was determined after TWELVE attempts to get an I.V. in me that I was dehydrated which would possibly be why I was only 22 weeks pregnant and going into labor. <br />
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I was given two shots in each of my arms that felt like a thousand bee stings and made my heart rate soar. I seriously felt like I'd just finished an entire pot of coffee by myself. I was shaking almost uncontrollably.<br />
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Hubby kept getting kinda pushed out of the way so everyone could work. I could see him at the foot of the bed, pacing. I immediately recognized the look on his face to be the look of helplessness. I must have shared the same one. <br />
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The on-call doctor finally came to talk to me and informed me that they were transferring me to another hospital that had a NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) capable of taking care of premature babies, but in the same breath said, "But a baby at 22 weeks just isn't viable."<br />
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My midwife nearly slapped him and if I could have, I would have, too. There's nothing like someone telling you that your baby is going to die. It just better left unsaid until you know for sure.<br />
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Moments later, I was taken by ambulance to the other hospital. I was once again hooked up to all the monitors and was still contracting. Another doctor checked my cervix, and then another. I was given some pills, I still don't have a clue what they were, and then about an hour later, everything stopped. <br />
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My nurse, who was the absolutely best nurse I've ever had, came in and said, "You are no longer in active later." The sweetest words I've heard. She unhooked my monitors and let me sit up straight. I was moved into a non-delivery room and was scheduled for an ultrasound with the top high-risk doctor in the county. <br />
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The ultrasound determined that the baby was fine and that I was no longer dilating. I was kept there for three days on modified bedrest. After the third day, I was checked again and since I hadn't dilated anymore, I was allowed to go home with promises that I'd continue bed rest and absolutely under no circumstances have intercourse. <br />
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Four ultrasounds, about a dozen cervix checks and three weeks of bedrest later, I had another appointment. I was set to talk to the doctor and have a cervical ultrasound that day. I expected to hear the same thing, "You still aren't dilating, but you need to stay in bed." <br />
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Let me tell you...bed rest SUCKS. I was allowed to get up to go to the bathroom and allowed one ten minute shower every other day. I was ready to be done with it, but I was also ready to do whatever it took to make sure my little man was okay. <br />
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So they performed the cervical ultrasound. And then again. And then again.<br />
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"Ok, so I don't really know how to explain it and I don't know what happened, but your cervix seems to have....grown back." The doctor told me.<br />
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That's not at all what I thought was happening. They explained more in detail that I was absolutely not dilated, not effaced, and actually had a longer cervix than most normal women. The high-risk doctor even said, "I've never seen that happen."<br />
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They kept telling us that we'd be lucky to make it to 25 weeks. After 25 weeks passed, they said we'd be lucky to see 28 weeks. And they are still astounded that now at 37 weeks, little baby boy is still baking.<br />
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My little fellow still has plans of his own though and after trying to come too early, he has decided that he would flip around head up and not make any attempt to get into the birthing position again. I feel like he's saying, "Hey, I tried to do this once and you stopped me, so now I'm not coming at all."<br />
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So, we went on Wednesday to schedule our c-section and were treated with some more news. I was diagnosed with pregnancy induced hypertension and now am on bed rest for the duration of this pregnancy. If not any sooner, we'll be meeting our little one on July 8th. Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-38346991481068643662013-06-15T09:06:00.000-04:002013-06-15T09:06:42.376-04:00Our little bun- Part 2This was it! The appointment I had been waiting for! I had our guest room all cleaned out and was just waiting to see if I was painting it pink or blue. Everyone knew we were expecting at this point and they were all anxiously waiting to hear from us.<br />
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I climbed up on that table with a huge smile on my face while the technician slathered that gel all over my growing tummy. <br />
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We hadn't seen the baby since our 9 week appointment so we were shocked at how big it'd grown! I watched as the technician pointed out the nose, the ears, the mouth, etc. It was all cute and I was thrilled to see it, but in my head I was screaming "IS IT A BOY OR GIRL!?" <br />
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Finally, we were going down the body more. Passed the little arms. Passed the little tummy. And then, the moment of truth.....<br />
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BOTH HANDS COVERING THE CROTCH!<br />
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"Ugh, seems like the baby is shy." The technician said.<br />
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"Stubborn more like it. Just like his momma." Hubby chimed in. <br />
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I sighed. "It's clearly a boy. Girls don't play with their junk."<br />
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They both laughed at me and then the technician continued to take measurements. We saw baby in there wiggling around and trying to get away from us. We laughed and teared up a little bit when we saw a thumb go in his mouth.<br />
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"OH! THUMB! OH!" The technician yelled after realizing at least one hand wasn't near the junk anymore. And in one swift movement, she put the wand back between the crotch. And then the hand came back down to cover it up. <br />
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Hubby and I sighed in disappointment. "I guess we aren't supposed to know."<br />
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"Just hang on..." The technician rewinded the tape and quickly hit pause. It was only a split second that she was able to get without the hands in the way, but that split second was enough.<br />
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We are having a boy! I knew it. We only hope that our child will be healthy, but I can't say we weren't both silently praying that it was a boy! Hubby was beyond excited and called and told all of his friends before we even got out of the room! It was amazing to see him so proud. I can't even imagine how he'll be once we finally get to meet the little fellow.<br />
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Even though, we thought at this point, we were in the clear, that the rest of the pregnancy would just be a blur of cravings and swollen feet, we were mistaken. And quite so. As it turned out, our little boy had yet another curve ball for us. <br />
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Stay tuned! Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-55996846019390320382013-06-11T08:15:00.000-04:002013-06-11T08:15:17.338-04:00Our little bun-PART 1On election day of last year, November 6th, I believe, I woke up knowing that I was six days late. Hubby and I had decided about four months prior that we'd just stop trying to prevent pregnancy. We didn't do anything else. No calendar, no ovulating tests, nothing. We just let nature take its course.<br />
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I told Hubby I'd wait at least five days after my missed period so that I wouldn't get my hopes up. On day six, I woke up, ran to the bathroom, peed on the stick and.....<br />
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NOTHING HAPPENED!<br />
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The stupid test was faulty!!! I was so angry, I dressed for work without even taking a shower so that I could stop by the drug store and buy another one. I bought a two pack and went to work. I went straight to the bathroom, peed on the stick again and before I could even blink, the lines turned.<br />
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It was positive!! I called Hubby and had to first convince him I that I was not lying, then we cried, giggled and oh-my-gosh'd before hanging up. It'd be a long 8 hours before I'd see him again to celebrate in person.<br />
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Now fast forward a little bit, to our first doctor's appointment. I wasn't supposed to go until I was 8 weeks along, but I kept having this really bad pain in my side. The doctor I talked to feared that I may have a tubal pregnancy and wanted to see me right away. We did an ultrasound to reveal that no, it wasn't tubal, but instead a cyst. Relief! I was scheduled for another ultrasound in two weeks.<br />
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We weren't telling anybody just yet. We wanted to make sure everything was okay before spreading our news. At the next ultrasound, we were so excited to see our little baby. We held hands as the technician poured ooey gel on my stomach and ran a little wand around. There was a large black hole that he called the sac, but he cold not find a fetal pole. I didn't know what that meant exactly, so he ushered us into the doctor's office. I knew something was wrong. We weren't even scheduled to see a doctor that day.<br />
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"I hate to carry this news to you, but I do believe we should be able to see a fetal pole by now." The doctor said as soon as he walked in. He explained to us that it looked to him like nothing was going to grow in there except an empty sac. We were devastated. He scheduled us in for the next three days to get blood work. He wanted to see if my hCG levels were raising or falling. After the third day of blood work and many tears, the doctor called. "The blood levels are raising, which is a good thing. Can you come in tomorrow for another ultrasound?"<br />
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To be honest, I was baffled. I hadn't expected that. I, of course, expected the worst. I was convinced we were going to miscarry. The next hours were the slowest of my life. Hubby tried and tried but couldn't get off work the next day, so I asked my BFF to go. She held my hand as I lay on the table and waited for the ultrasound technician to start. She rubbed the little wand on my stomach and I felt my BFF squeeze my hand suddenly. She has had a baby, she knew what we were looking for. She didn't say anything though, not until the technician said, "There's your baby."<br />
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It was the most relieving thing I'd ever heard in my life. She turned on the sound and we heard the heartbeat and it was a strong one! Our little peanut was just fine! They had just had my conception date wrong. At that point, they thought I was 9 weeks along, when in reality, I was only 6. Little mistake, but HUGE heartache for the longest three days ever. <br />
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And then before we knew it, we were going in for our 18 week appointment to find out if our little peanut was a boy or a girl! Stay tuned! Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-56317554467052284592013-06-10T13:32:00.002-04:002013-06-10T13:33:10.383-04:00Wow, it's been a while.I had a very strong urge to log in and blog today. I hadn't felt that need in a long time and I don't even know if half of my bloggy friends still blog. It's amazing how Jumble Mash use to be apart of my daily life and then life got really busy. I'm not saying I'm making a comeback, but I am saying, I miss it. <br />
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I opened up the blog and realized the very last thing I wrote about was introducing my new niece to the world. She's now an amazingly beautiful and smart 1+ year old who I still cannot get enough of. I follow her around all the time with my camera and these are the looks I usually get. I imagine she is saying, "Would you puh-lease stop taking pictures and just play with me?" <br />
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Also since then, I of course got married to the love of my life. The wedding was fabulous and as nervous as I was and at most times overwhelmed, it was all so worth it. It did go by in a blur, but the blur is full of happy memories and very little hiccups. <br />
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I am so very thankful that we did not separate them, because after a year, they still cannot get enough of each other. Charlie is the orange one and the cuddle bug. Ash is the little girl who only likes to be petted on her own terms. And don't worry, Bowen took them right under his wing...er...paw.</div>
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Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-69882788761809681882012-02-17T08:35:00.002-05:002012-02-17T08:36:43.950-05:00Introducing...The newest addition to the family. My little baby niece, Miss Nevaeh Marlene, born 2/10/12, 6lbs 15 ounces and 20 inches long. <br />
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Mom and baby are both doing great. We got the birth on video for Nevaeh to see when she gets older. It took a lot of convincing to get Little Sis to let me do that, but after she got the epidural she didn't care what was going on! <br />
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We were in the hospital for two days, Little Sis had to be induced because her blood pressure was running high. At 6:00 AM on Day 2, her water broke. At noon, she pushed for 2 minutes and 40 seconds and Nevaeh joined us. Life hasn't been the same since.<br />
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</tbody></table>Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-39873951755569901692012-01-19T10:53:00.000-05:002012-01-19T10:53:54.944-05:00Updates!Hello all my bloggy friends! I actually have some time today to blog a little and wouldn't you know, Blogger would make my reading list disappear! According to them, I am not following any blogs whatsoever.<br />
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Anyways, I miss you all and I hope everyone had a great holiday season. It's back to normal now, which means, I'm back to <a href="http://jumblebells.blogspot.com/">wedding planning</a>. I don't know what I hate more. The stress of wedding planning or the stress of the holidays.<br />
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I do have a few updates for you. My sister is ready to have her baby any day now. She had to go to the hospital yesterday because she thought she was in labor, but baby Neveah just isn't ready yet. <br />
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Fiance got transferred to a new location which is much closer to home, so I will get to see him a little more! And we've decided to finally take the plunge and BUY a house. No more renting. One of my good friends doubles as a real estate agent and I've got him on the hunt!<br />
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Last week I booked our honeymoon. We were planning on going to Disney and Universal Studios, but since we've decided to buy a house, we're going to save that money for a down payment. But we will be spending the week in a fancy resort where I'll spend time at the spa while Fiance does whatever it is he does.<br />
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</tbody></table> Would you like to see the Christmas tree I put up at work? <br />
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It's 9 feet tall, and I'm only 5'2'' so it was quite difficult to get that star up there! But I think it turned out really pretty!<br />
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I hope that you all are well and having a wonderful Holiday season!Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-84848823336297698872011-11-08T16:58:00.000-05:002011-11-08T16:58:11.924-05:00Mean people suckHow many times have you complained about our younger generations and how they are pretty much disrespectful little devils? None? How many times have you heard someone complain about them, then? <br />
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I hear it all the time. The younger generations are mean, and they don't listen to their parents and blah blah blah blah. Well...I tend to agree most of the time. <br />
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Except for today. <br />
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Today I realized that every single one of the members of upper management in my office are freaking jerks and they are all at least 50 years old. They are mean, rude, disrespectful and down right selfish. When one of the managers approached me today,said, "You have to take on more contracts. I'm having corporate send them to you," and then walked the hell out, a light bulb went off.<br />
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<strong>Our younger generations suck because they suck</strong>. I'm certainly not talking about everyone here, some people go above and beyond just to be nice, but there are a least 6 people I associate with every day that are like this. And they have children. Probably really mean children.<br />
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"You have to run reports every Friday from now on."<br />
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"You are not allowed to take Fridays off from now on."<br />
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"You have to input all of this information into a database."<br />
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See how I didn't add their pleases and thank yous? That's because they're aren't any. Ever. <br />
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I don't know why it took me this long to realize that this is the most frustrating part of my job. I honestly like the contracts and don't mind taking them. But do not <em>tell</em> me that I have to do something. <em>Please</em> is an easy enough word to say. It's one syllable for crying out loud and it makes the person you are barking orders to feel less like a piece of crap. <br />
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<strong>FREAKING USE IT.</strong><br />
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P.S. Thank yous never hurt either.Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-34886584162062105182011-11-03T16:19:00.000-04:002011-11-03T16:19:42.107-04:00Award!Two posts in one day?!? What?!?<br />
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Yeah, well I wanted to thank Ashley at <a href="http://shewhowillbetamed.blogspot.com/">She Who Will be Tamed</a> for the awesome award she gave me...like a month ago. Sorry Ashley for the delay!<br />
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As with any award, come rules. <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Share 7 random things about myself:</strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">1.) I'm incredibly afraid of heights. Can't even stand on ladders. 2.) I think 11 is not only the coolest number, but the funnest word to say. 3.) I think Batman is cooler than Superman. 4.) I'd rather sit on my couch and kill Zombies than watch a chick flick 5.) I hate movies where men dress as women. 6.) I have very vivid dreams about tornados every time I'm sick 7.) I didn't go out for Halloween this year because I had 6 inches of snow on the ground and said "screw it."</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Answer the following questions:</strong></div><br />
<strong>Fav. Color:</strong> Pink<br />
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<strong>Fav. Song</strong>: Right night its probably "There for you" by Flyleaf<br />
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<strong>Fav. Dessert</strong>: Cookies<br />
<strong>Biggest Pet Peeve:</strong> When someone talks over me. I do not like being interrupted because I wait my turn to talk and feel I deserve it after listening to someone babble for the past 45 minutes. <br />
<strong>When you are upset you</strong>: Probably call my dad to vent.<br />
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<strong>Fav. Pet</strong>: My doggy Bowen of course!<br />
<strong>Black or white</strong>: Purple.<br />
<strong>Biggest Fear</strong>: Being thrown in a pit of spiders<br />
<strong>Best Feature</strong>: My eyes<br />
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<strong>Every attitude:</strong> Every attitude? What? I'm lost.<br />
<strong>What is perfection?:</strong> What's that? <br />
<strong>Guilty Pleasure</strong>: The Vampire Diaries. I'm truly obsessed. Damon! Yummy.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Give the award the 10 other bloggers:</strong></div>1. Thinkellen over at <a href="http://www.defenestratedfeet.com/">Defenestrated Feet</a><br />
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2. Skippy Mom over at <a href="http://skippymom.blogspot.com/">I Make Soap</a><br />
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3. Jo-Anne over at <a href="http://jo-annemotherandnanna.blogspot.com/">Jo-Anne's Ramblings</a> <br />
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4. Mynx over at <a href="http://just-tish.blogspot.com/">Dribble</a> <br />
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5. Teresa at <a href="http://themiddlesideoflife.blogspot.com/">The Middle Side of Life</a> <br />
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6. Twilight Gazing at <a href="http://twilightgazings.blogspot.com/">As it is, As it Happens </a><br />
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7.Amber at <a href="http://www.amberlashell.com/">Amber Lashell</a> <br />
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8. Julie at<a href="http://mycrazylife-julie.blogspot.com/"> My Crazy Life</a> <br />
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9. Barb at <a href="http://bouncinbarbs.blogspot.com/">This and That</a> <br />
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10. Amy at<a href="http://www.lifesjourneywithasmile.com/"> Life's Journey with a Smile</a>Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-23882990479252626932011-11-03T15:49:00.000-04:002011-11-03T15:49:32.035-04:00Simply AwfulHey guys! Remember me? Yeah, I'm still alive and I'm here to share with you something most disturbing.<br />
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Some of you have probably either already heard about this or have even seen the video, but I <em>have</em> to share it. As soon as I watched the video, I knew I had to blog about it, because I think everyone should be aware of this man. <br />
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<strong>JUDGE</strong> William Adams of Aransas County, Texas is caught on tape beating his 16 year old daughter for nearly eight minutes. With a belt. I nearly cried while I watched this, but I mostly wanted to vomit. And mostly wanted to kick this guy in the face. I hope this man is NEVER re-elected. EVER. How in the hell can someone be so cruel?<br />
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WARNING: VIDEO IS HARD TO WATCH! NOT FOR FAINT OF HEART.<br />
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If you'd rather not watch, which I can't blame you, here is what the daughter said when she posted the video. Yes. She posted it herself. Right on Hillary. Apparently after the video went viral, Judge Dipshit was put under a police investigation. Rot in prison asshole.<br />
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<em>Aransas County Court-At-Law Judge William Adams took a belt to his own teenage daughter as punishment for using the internet to acquire music and games that were unavailable for legal purchase at the time. She has had ataxic cerebral palsy from birth that led her to a passion for technology, which was strictly forbidden by her father's backwards views. The judge's wife was emotionally abused herself and was severely manipulated into assisting the beating and should not be blamed for any content in this video. The judge's wife has since left the marriage due to the abuse, which continues to this day, and has sincerely apologized and repented for her part and for allowing such a thing, long before this video was even revealed to exist. Judge William Adams is not fit to be anywhere near the law system if he can't even exercise fit judgement as a parent himself. Do not allow this man to ever be re-elected again. His "judgement" is a giant farce. Signed, Hillary Adams, his daughter.</em>Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-88137554445020491572011-10-04T11:53:00.000-04:002011-10-04T11:53:48.660-04:00Elevators and Vending MachinesAs most of you know, work has been kicking my butt lately. BUT, sometimes, just sometimes, a day at the office is fun. <br />
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Friday, while minding my own business and riding in the elevator, I got to the second floor (no I'm not that lazy, our stairs are being carpeted) and the elevator doors wouldn't open. The damn bell kept dinging and dinging letting me know I've reached my destination, but there I was stuck in the tiny space, all alone. I pushed the alarm over and over again but no one came to my rescue. So I started calling people in the office and no one answered. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was actually starting to panic a little bit. It was 4:00 in the evening and I thought for sure they wouldn't be able to get the elevator company/firemen out there and have me un-stuck by 5:00 which was quitting time. I did not want to stay after 5:00 on a Friday. Oh and of course, the whole being stuck in an elevator with no bathroom thing sucks, too.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div>I hit the alarm a couple more times and then miraculously, the door opened. As it slid open, two laughing faces came into view. Two of my co-workers had pushed on the door hard enough to cause it to stay closed. They held it there until they couldn't anymore and then finally let go, freeing me from my prison. I punched them. Hard.<br />
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Over the weekend, I contemplated my revenge. I needed something good, but not expected. Shrink wrap all of the stuff in their offices? Good idea, but I didn't have time to do it. I had to act while they were on their lunch breaks. Fill their office with packing peanuts? That would have been hilarious if I had packing peanuts. <br />
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Then it hit me. Jim Halpert. Do you know where I'm going with this my fellow <em>The Office</em> fans? No, I did not put their staplers in Jell-O. However, I did take most of their belongings from their desks, including their computer mice, planners, staplers, calculators and even eye glasses and I put them in the vending machine.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dwight's (The Office) stuff in the vending machine</span></td></tr>
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It took them a while to figure out what had happened to their stuff and they started blaming everyone! Even each other. Finally someone said to them, "You can get your stuff back if you have some change."<br />
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They went to the vending machine and saw all of their stuff for sale for 35 cents. <br />
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I finally admitted it was me, and now I fear for my life.Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-37335941010584870152011-09-19T11:02:00.000-04:002011-09-19T11:02:03.508-04:00Hello Long Lost Friend!What has two thumbs and is a sucky blogger?<br />
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This girl.<br />
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I sorry.<br />
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I'll give you three guesses as to what's been keeping me for my beloved blog but you'll probably only need one.<br />
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Work.<br />
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I wish I could say that I'm busy traveling, spending time with friends, or even wedding planning, but no. Work is taking over my life. <br />
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But I did want to update you guys on one BIG thing that is happening right now. Most you know that my little sister is pregnant and I'm going to be an aunt in February. Well we finally found out that IT'S A GIRL! <br />
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So excited! She wanted to name her Nevaeh, which is heaven backwards. It took me an entire weekend to learn how to pronounce it. Nuh-va-uh. I still mess it up and call her Nee-Vuh. Fiance suggested Nivvy for short, so now we're calling her Nivvy Pooh. I think this kid may just hate us. <br />
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I miss you guys and hope everyone is well! <3Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-6792975072369005272011-08-26T12:36:00.000-04:002011-08-26T12:36:48.271-04:00Blogging Community Unites Once AgainEvery single person that is the author of a blog has said it at least once.<br />
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The blogging community is AWESOME.<br />
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We are strangers, yet we are friends. We listen. We rant. We rave. We send virtual hugs. <br />
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I have proof that we're awesome. <br />
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Jen, at Cake Wrecks has an <a href="http://www.cakewrecks.com/home/2011/8/25/water-works.html">amazing story</a> to tell about how her readers came together and did something incredible. <br />
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Go and read it and please, everyone, keep the east coast in your thoughts and prayers as Hurricane Irene makes her way to shore. <br />
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Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-77458713918301734172011-08-23T19:18:00.000-04:002011-08-23T19:18:17.210-04:00You may have already heard....I'm still alive everyone! And I have a story to share!<br />
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I was sitting at my desk today when all of a sudden my chair starting shaking. At first, I was just kind of like "What in the hell is that?" Then I stood up and the entire ground was shaking. My (fake) plant fell over and the windows were rattling. I thought the ceiling tiles were going to fall on me because of all the noise they were making. <br />
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I walked out into the foyer and looked outside, thinking maybe, just maybe someone drove their car into our BRICK building. Then I saw another woman run out of the building in front of us. I called my supervisor and asked her what was going on and she said, "Oh goodness, I thought I was going insane. You felt that, too?" I had to laugh. I walked back inside and another woman came into the foyer and said, "What was that?"<br />
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Well they are building a new interstate beside of my office as well as putting in wind farm a few miles away. So we assumed someone was doing some blasting and it caused the ground to shake.<br />
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We had a laugh and went back inside. As soon as I sat down, I got a text from my BFF asking if I felt the earthquake. Earthquake? On the East Coast? No way. As I'm texting her telling her that it was blasting, I realized that she works far away from me. Far enough away to not feel the blasting. Then my supervisor called and screamed, "IT WAS AN EARTHQUAKE!"<br />
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Then I went into the lounge, flipped on CNN and saw that it was indeed an earthquake. And...they were evacuating most of D.C. Then my mom, who works at the college, said that they were being evacuated. Then the hospitals. Then pretty much everyone else. <br />
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Seriously.<br />
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It <i>was</i> an earthquake that hit in Virginia that most of the East Coast felt, BUT it wasn't <i>that</i> bad. Especially where I live. Now D.C. may have been worse, but where my mom works? No. I don't even think there was much damage and I haven't heard of a single injury. THANK GOD. But really? I bet you the people on the West Coast are laughing their asses off at us over here. I don't mean to sound cavalier about an earthquake, but I think we may have panicked just a little bit. But then again, the East Coast isn't exactly accustomed to earthquakes. <br />
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Anyways...it was actually pretty neat and it was the first time I'd ever experienced one. I am truly happy that it wasn't any worse than it was. Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-6180518684907567722011-07-26T08:41:00.000-04:002011-07-26T08:41:54.005-04:00Is the baby here yet?I previously <a href="http://jumblemash.blogspot.com/2011/06/news-news-and-more-news.html">announced</a> that I am going to be an aunt. My little sister is 11 weeks pregnant and let me tell you, I cannot wait until that baby gets here. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've already been...window shopping. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Think I'll save this for when I have a baby:)<br />
<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/75213902/hatchling-turtle-cuddle-critter-cape-set">Etsy Shop</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62696087/super-mario-brothers-three-pack-baby">Etsy Shop</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Baby Button Boots CROCHET PATTERN (4 sizes included: newborn-24 months) Permission to sell finished items" height="240" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_570xN.258646245.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70947759/baby-button-boots-crochet-pattern-4?ref=sr_gallery_6&ga_search_query=baby+items&ga_page=4&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade">Etsy Shop</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Little Giraffe Hat Crochet Photography Prop Ready Item" height="320" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_570xN.243134498.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/73878771/little-giraffe-hat-crochet-photography?ref=sr_gallery_40&ga_search_query=baby+items&ga_page=4&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade">Etsy Shop</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.239183988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Made to Order Baby Bear Beanie Newborn or 1-3mo. size" border="0" height="228" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.239183988.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/72932200/made-to-order-baby-bear-beanie-newborn">Etsy Shop</a><br />
<img alt="Bunny Ear Beanie CROCHET PATTERN (4 sizes included: newborn-3 years) Permission to sell finished items" height="239" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_570xN.230054017.jpg" width="320" /><br />
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70734862/bunny-ear-beanie-crochet-pattern-4-sizes?ref=sr_gallery_5&ga_search_query=baby+items&ga_page=4&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade">Etsy Shop</a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table>I will probably have the cutest niece or nephew in the whole entire world.Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-79008898667265188952011-07-25T14:35:00.001-04:002011-07-25T14:36:41.366-04:00Thoughts and Prayers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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I'm sure most of you have heard about what happened in Norway. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I was going to talk about it, but then I read what The Bloggess had to say and I couldn't have said it any better. So I'll let her do the talking. Click <a href="http://thebloggess.com/2011/07/for-hope-not-hate/">here</a> to read her post.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My thoughts and prayers go out to each and every person affected by the tragedy.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-30754126015553147572011-07-22T16:27:00.000-04:002011-07-22T16:27:38.689-04:00Alice:Madness Returns<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>I have finally done it. After squeezing in 30 minutes here and 15 minutes there, I have finally beat Alice:Madness Returns.<br />
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Now, Fiance is entirely too touchy about how I played the 2nd game before beating the 1st one, but I think he's just mad that I beat Madness Returns before he did.<br />
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I very rarely do video game reviews, but this game was so absolutely fantastic that I felt compelled to share it with you all. <br />
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Of course, most of you know that I love love love Alice in Wonderland. Pretty much everything about it. The old cartoon movie. The new movie with Johnny Depp as Mad Hatter. And if I remember correctly there was a TV series back in the day. Anyways, I love it all. Before Madness Returns came out, I didn't know that there was a part 1 to the game. But part 2 looked so amazing, I skipped part 1. <br />
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This game is dark. Alice is dark. The story is dark. I love it. I mean, look at her.<br />
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</tbody></table>She's freakin' creepy.<br />
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It was actually pretty easy too, but Fiance and I believe that I have a depth perception problem, and this game involves a lot of jumping onto platforms and such that I think are right in front of Alice when they are actually like 10 feet away. I fell....a lot. But other than that, not too bad. She carries around a knife for slicing, a hobbit horse for smashing, a pepper sprayer thingy for shooting and a tea pot for throwing hot bombs at her opponents. <br />
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I would get so angry when I had to put the game down. It pretty much hooked me from the beginning. If I had had the time, I would have probably played for hours.<br />
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I highly recommend the game to anyone...except maybe children. It is a little...bloody. And when Alice is almost dead, she goes into Hysteria mode and she cannot be hurt, but she looks like this...<br />
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Again...creeeeepy. <br />
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Have a great weekend everyone! Stay inside, play some Alice and beat the heat! :)Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-74384253380921179142011-07-13T16:00:00.000-04:002011-07-13T16:00:05.050-04:00Don't mess with me Mr. Painter DudeI was sitting in my office today when the receptionist called to tell me that someone was there to see me.<br />
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I walked out to the lobby to see an older gentleman standing there. I shook his hand, introduced myself and he did the same. He was a painter that I had called to give me an estimate on some office renovations, because yeah, apparently I'm on the office renovation committee now. Seriously guys, we are still going through a merger and my new boss thinks that painting the office and shit is top priority. How do people get in these high positions?<br />
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Anyways, the guy then looks at me and says, "You're the person I need to talk to?"<br />
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Confused, I nodded. I waved for him to follow me to the foyer where the renovations would start. I explained to him that wall coverings had to come off and then painted. He smiled and started doing some calculations in his head and walking around the foyer. <br />
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Now, its pretty common knowledge, even in 2011, a woman should always take a man with her to a car dealership or a mechanic as to avoid being screwed over. Well apparently, the same goes for painters. <br />
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Am I an experience painter? By no means. Did I do my research? You bet. Did I already have two other painters quote the same area, the same walls? Damn right I did.<br />
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The guy looks at me and says, "I'll send you a typed up estimate on our letterhead, but you're looking at about 8,000 for the whole thing."<br />
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I kinda stared at him for a minute.<br />
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He continued with, "Well we not only have to strip the wall covering but we'll have to plaster the walls and then do a coat of primer."<br />
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Which I actually knew, because the previous two paint companies told me the same exact thing.<br />
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I smiled, stuck out my hand to shake his and said, "I appreciate you taking the time to come out here for me, but don't bother writing that estimate up. We're not interested."<br />
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His jaw kind of dropped a little and then he said, "Lady, that's a good price."<br />
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"Not for me it isn't. I had two companies come out here and quote it for half the price."<br />
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Then he did the shameful head shake and frown. "Ok, I'll estimate it at $4,000."<br />
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"That's quite alright, Sir. Thank you again for your time." I turned around and walked back to my office.<br />
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He could have probably went to $2,000 and I would have still said no.Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-47633640500464145582011-07-11T18:05:00.000-04:002011-07-11T18:05:01.191-04:00Super Duper Excited!I know every blogger says that they have the best readers, but I'm pretty sure mine are the best. When I got home today, there was a package waiting for me. I opened it up and saw this beauty.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe58jcXuKl1wdQ0ozSxNYzPD-7xBD4uKxQBRbhhexhwa31Nokhz5x-z8lBePC8C1zTdxAFdbYe_hFoq3lbsRmW6Jh_-hIXUEsaCKaHl8gWRWQ7W2M183mbi3y7YvJebCxoKhJfL93xNyRS/s1600/Photo0164.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe58jcXuKl1wdQ0ozSxNYzPD-7xBD4uKxQBRbhhexhwa31Nokhz5x-z8lBePC8C1zTdxAFdbYe_hFoq3lbsRmW6Jh_-hIXUEsaCKaHl8gWRWQ7W2M183mbi3y7YvJebCxoKhJfL93xNyRS/s320/Photo0164.jpg" width="192" /></a></div>It's a journal! And inside was a wonderful note that says,<br />
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<i>Best Wishes for a Wonderful Life Together</i><br />
<i> Teresa</i><br />
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Thank you so much to Teresa from <a href="http://themiddlesideoflife.blogspot.com/">The Middle Side of Life</a>. You have no idea how happy this gift made me, especially after the Monday I had!!Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-82590395251822180502011-07-08T21:11:00.000-04:002011-07-08T21:11:35.877-04:00Tips for a fun weekend.Jumble Mashers! Oh how I have missed you!!! <br />
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Sorry for leaving you guys hanging. I could give you a TON of excuses like my new boss is a psycho maniac and I am either going to take up drinking or beg a mental institute to find me a room with padded walls because of him. But no, I'm going to give you a list of things you absolutely should not do while drinking. Fiance and I had a little get together over July 4th weekend and for the first time in probably a year, we got a little too intoxicated. (I'll blame that on my psycho boss) The acts in blue were Fiance, the ones in green were the both of us and of course, the pink ones are all me. <br />
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<div style="color: blue;">1. Do not under any circumstances think that it's a good idea to vomit into a mesh clothes hamper. Trust me, the vomit will go all the way through and soak your floor along with all the clothes. </div><br />
<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;">2. Do not start playing a drinking game right after you just finished beer pong and lost. Getting really drunk on top of being really drunk will result in act #1.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;">3. Do not try to pee outside after act #2. There is a good chance that while you are trying to squat, you will fall. Walk your drunk ass the twenty yards to the house.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;">4. Don't tell one of your drunken guests that just two days prior to the outside party you are hosting, you saw a black bear near your house. They will either A) Freak out or B) Go looking for it.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;">5. Do not climb a tree with no shoes on....or with shoes on for that matter. Just don't do it.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;">6. Do not update your Facebook status. Especially if you are going to complain that all of your friends that didn't come to your party suck.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;">7. When your Fiance is "dropping it likes its hott" do not laugh at her when she falls and say, "It must not be that hott."</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;">8. Do not "drop it like its hott."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: #38761d;">9. Do not lean back in plastic chairs. Actually don't do this sober either. The chair will either break causing you to tumble backwards or in your drunken state, you will just fall backwards on your own.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;">10. Do not walk around half naked in the wee hours of the morning after you've invited your guests to sleep over.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Now, with these tips, go enjoy your weekend!</span><span style="color: lime;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: magenta;"> </span></span></span></span></span>Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-26399776475037915842011-06-16T11:27:00.000-04:002011-06-16T11:27:36.279-04:00Giggle, Wiggle and JiggleMorning Jumble Mashers! Welcome to another installment of Giggle, Wiggle, and Jiggle!<br />
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First, the poll results. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FlDiFZmJ562rb7apeFhzaL6ySqojm5ADDZ1ZlcKkdinVn-eyVdPeCTxiTvTaCHAhsHmufmFLYhA1NzCOb-HeDzKmBgmzJPd_yotLoeDQD214zoXBMtlc41XmZD_kNKLa-ZVAAD_greM/s1600/d.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FlDiFZmJ562rb7apeFhzaL6ySqojm5ADDZ1ZlcKkdinVn-eyVdPeCTxiTvTaCHAhsHmufmFLYhA1NzCOb-HeDzKmBgmzJPd_yotLoeDQD214zoXBMtlc41XmZD_kNKLa-ZVAAD_greM/s1600/d.bmp" t8="true" /></a></div>CDs took the win with 52% which surprised me. CD sales have cut in half in the 2000's. Ya'll must be downloading, huh? I listen to music the most at work and that's on my iPad. <br />
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So new poll for the week! <strong>What are your vacation plans? </strong>Poll is over there to your right! <br />
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On Tuesday, I asked the question, What is the number 1 selling commercial cookie in the USA and Dangerboy answered it correctly. It was Oreo. And I had oreo pie yesterday for lunch and it was AWESOME. Ah hem. Anyways, go click the Giggle Button!!<br />
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And last but not least, my recommendation this week is...<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://skippymom.blogspot.com/">I Make Soap</a></span></strong><br />
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Skippy Mom is absolutely awesome and I think she is just as excited for my wedding as I am! She always tells you what's on her mind and her blog is a very good read! Check her out!Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-76061468629780085832011-06-14T13:58:00.000-04:002011-06-14T13:58:05.026-04:00This one is about cookies...kindaRemember when I told you guys that an old friend and I <a href="http://jumblemash.blogspot.com/2011/05/ah-that-feels-nice.html">reconnected</a> and I was super excited about it?<br />
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Well, we made plans on Saturday to have a cookout at my house. I went out and bought all of the hot dogs and hamburgers, chips, pasta salad, alcohol, pop and even made Fiance cut some fire wood. They were scheduled to arrive at 7:00 so at 5:00 I started baking cookies. Lots of cookies. Snickerdoodle, Macadamia Nut, Chocolate Chip and Peanut Butter.<br />
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By 6:00 I had a nice assorted tray of cookies.<br />
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At 6:10, she TEXTED and canceled.<br />
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Fiance and I ended up having our OWN cookout, which actually turned out to be quite nice. Piss on her. And we had tons of cookies that we just HAD to get rid of. Before they went bad. You know. The sacrifices! <br />
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Now for a relevant trivia question...<br />
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<strong>What is the number 1 selling commercial cookie in the USA?</strong><br />
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First to answer gets to choose who will go on the Giggle Button this week!!Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911926276376933535.post-1491251621318589952011-06-13T13:55:00.000-04:002011-06-13T13:55:38.690-04:00News, news and more newsFirst...it looks like I'm keep my job!! And it may be an even better job because my new boss wants to reorganize my job duties so I won't have so much work!<br />
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Second... I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!!! My little sister just found out that she is six weeks pregnant. <br />
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Third...I'm pretty certain that between my wedding and Lil Sis having a baby, we're going to put <a href="http://unsoundreasoning.blogspot.com/">Dad</a> in a nut house.Tresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04966256574545116903noreply@blogger.com19