tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244245542009-07-15T03:01:37.126-04:00This Life Is MineWell hello there twat waffle!Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.comBlogger296125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-77981889949776171422009-07-14T10:35:00.005-04:002009-07-14T10:41:15.072-04:00Where Were You Made?<div style="text-align: justify;">New Office Mate, Martha, just got a new chair to sit in:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlyYBzocUQI/AAAAAAAACng/AVmXCuZdi78/s1600-h/BallChairVarietyGray500.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlyYBzocUQI/AAAAAAAACng/AVmXCuZdi78/s400/BallChairVarietyGray500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358324813471174914" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Naturally, we have all been trying it out and have decided it is pretty damn awesome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anywho, she put it together yesterday and I heard her mutter, "Well, that instills confidence..."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I turn and look...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlyY39ZggaI/AAAAAAAACnw/N_HF-Vt17BE/s1600-h/Chair.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlyY39ZggaI/AAAAAAAACnw/N_HF-Vt17BE/s400/Chair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358325743805825442" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This chair was made WHERE?</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Classic FAIL.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-7798188994977617142?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-4874908331335248072009-07-13T11:54:00.004-04:002009-07-13T11:59:54.345-04:00Great Work Nancy Drew!!<div style="text-align: justify;">I was sitting outside of work the other day contemplating the things of life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One very important thing I contemplated was squirrel poop. Why don't you ever see squirrel poop?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You would think being in the trees all the time you would see it on your car like you see bird poop, but amazingly, no.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This then brought on the revelation that perhaps squirrels only poop on the ground. THEN I thought, well, if that is the case, why don't people ever say, "FUCK, I just stepped in squirrel poop!"?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Turns out the squirrel turds are only about the size of raisins and are the color of the soil, so the fact of the matter is we just don't see them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A great mystery in my life has officially been solved. Whew.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SltZij-PwmI/AAAAAAAACnY/vYBd9i9-uR4/s1600-h/sqpoop.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SltZij-PwmI/AAAAAAAACnY/vYBd9i9-uR4/s400/sqpoop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357974631994081890" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-487490833133524807?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-61744027972985743722009-07-10T09:23:00.002-04:002009-07-10T09:31:21.095-04:00So You Think...<div style="text-align: justify;">Do any of you watch "So You Think You Can Dance"? If not, this post is going to be beyond you, but I encourage you to go watch some online videos of Mary Murphy some time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I blame Bobby. Bobby makes us watch these shows. Why you ask? Because he is the one with the DVR in his room, so when we all have a night together we end up in his room (which also has the beer fridge), pile up in the bed and start watching these shows. (without commercials! YAY!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, so back to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Murphy_(choreographer)" target="_blank">Mary Murphy</a>. She is one of the judges on the panel and she pretty much drives me nuts. She affirms all of her statements i.e. "That was an AWESOME routine. YES. IT. WAS." She follows most of her sentences with statements that confirm her previous comment. We have started taking bets when she starts talking about how many time she will confirm herself before her turn is over. This last week she had two turns where she didn't do it ONCE. It was a dissapointing moment. BUT THEN, her next time to speak, she said it FOUR TIMES! So, basically, that made up for the last turn.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">OK, you can continue on with your day now. I just wanted to express how I felt about Mary Murphy and her hot tamale self. YES. I. DID.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-6174402797298574372?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-31691549743870554352009-07-09T13:17:00.005-04:002009-07-09T13:26:03.423-04:00At Least It Wasn't The Kayak......but it also wasn't the 2010 GMC Sierra Hybrid.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlYnc2QVDBI/AAAAAAAACnI/JS88XOM1wCU/s1600-h/07126091990001-480.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlYnc2QVDBI/AAAAAAAACnI/JS88XOM1wCU/s400/07126091990001-480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356512183357606930" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been feverishly entering the <a href="https://www.marlboro.com/marlboro/welcome.action#/flavor100/" target="_blank">Marlboro 100 Days of Flavor</a> every. single. day. I think I may have missed three days when I was gone to Florida a couple weeks ago, but that has been the only exception!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was informed via e-mail that I won the Cuisinart Two to Go® Coffee Maker.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlYnQxbXmMI/AAAAAAAACnA/XMZqUAC5GrU/s1600-h/cuisinart-ttg500-two-to-go-coffee-maker.jpeg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlYnQxbXmMI/AAAAAAAACnA/XMZqUAC5GrU/s400/cuisinart-ttg500-two-to-go-coffee-maker.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356511975903303874" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Just what I need...ANOTHER coffee maker! AWESOME! I have one at my desk that has been sitting and collecting dust for a year because I can't figure out how to work it. You would think it would be easy, but no, let me tell you, it is one of those stupid Senseo coffee makers and it takes a Ph D to operate.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlYnsy_vzMI/AAAAAAAACnQ/amj8GpEtoZw/s1600-h/senseo-black.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlYnsy_vzMI/AAAAAAAACnQ/amj8GpEtoZw/s400/senseo-black.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356512457360657602" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I am just glad I didn't win the kayak. Seriously, if I can't find a place for a coffee maker, where the hell am I going to put a 12 foot kayak.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-3169154974387055435?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-29793486349895806622009-07-08T08:00:00.001-04:002009-07-08T08:00:26.118-04:00Nicole Bobek...<div style="text-align: center;">How does one go from this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlO2TX1SyKI/AAAAAAAACm4/8yiGIb0_DVA/s1600-h/222S-062-011.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlO2TX1SyKI/AAAAAAAACm4/8yiGIb0_DVA/s400/222S-062-011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355824825804966050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 290px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">to this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlO0zZ-tvII/AAAAAAAACmw/Dn4FIKFH7kA/s1600-h/art.bobek.hcpo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlO0zZ-tvII/AAAAAAAACmw/Dn4FIKFH7kA/s400/art.bobek.hcpo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355823177113910402" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">in like 14 years?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/07/07/olympic.skater.drugs/index.html" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/07/07/olympic.skater.drugs/index.html" target="_blank">Don't do drugs, kids</a>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-2979348634989580662?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-60038164294249328872009-07-07T09:27:00.007-04:002009-07-07T09:38:02.137-04:00Keep On Keepin On Sucka!<div style="text-align: justify;">I had to wait on a few pictures from various cameras from our karaoke night...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is for...well, I guess you can see for yourself...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNNmvlbYQI/AAAAAAAACmA/2Ov2G5O0WvU/s1600-h/030.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNNmvlbYQI/AAAAAAAACmA/2Ov2G5O0WvU/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355709709877469442" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">HA!! TOP THAT! Permanent marker...I will have you know that they questioned me about this in the E.R. the next day. It just made it that much more special!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here are some other photos that weren't posted yesterday:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">OMG LMAO I LOVE THIS PHOTO!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNPJl7LyCI/AAAAAAAACmg/FVAMGUue2hE/s1600-h/DSCN2119.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNPJl7LyCI/AAAAAAAACmg/FVAMGUue2hE/s400/DSCN2119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355711408091416610" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I even dance when I sing...just amazing like that</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNPFjPgHcI/AAAAAAAACmY/rlHaSZ6mOGU/s1600-h/DSCN2109.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNPFjPgHcI/AAAAAAAACmY/rlHaSZ6mOGU/s400/DSCN2109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355711338651852226" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Larkin and Dave</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNO98wPBeI/AAAAAAAACmQ/D0IbNvzK4uY/s1600-h/DSCN2104.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNO98wPBeI/AAAAAAAACmQ/D0IbNvzK4uY/s400/DSCN2104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355711208061076962" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Michelle</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNO5FXSXTI/AAAAAAAACmI/Zu--Mc4YASg/s1600-h/DSCN2072.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNO5FXSXTI/AAAAAAAACmI/Zu--Mc4YASg/s1600-h/DSCN2072.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlNO5FXSXTI/AAAAAAAACmI/Zu--Mc4YASg/s400/DSCN2072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355711124473011506" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-6003816429424932887?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-25415483460382130432009-07-06T09:39:00.037-04:002009-07-06T12:19:15.109-04:00And Continue...<div style="text-align: justify;">Hi!! HELLO! How are YOU?!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So after having two EKG's, massive amounts of blood work, a CT scan where they shot dye into my heart and lungs (and makes you feel like you peed yourself...thanks Miss Nurse Lady for FORGETTING to tell me that part...I was giggling uncontrollably!) and going through a complete physical, I think it is safe to say that "thing" that happened the other weekend was a panic attack. To help with such, the doctor has me on Celexa and Xanax.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">MY REVIEW:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took the Celexa on Friday and it made me tired enough to FEEL like I wanted to go to sleep, so I decided it was best to take it at night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took it on Saturday night, but it was the 4th of July celebration and naturally I didn't get in until 3:45am, so I passed right on out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">LAST night I took it at about 8:00pm and thought I was going to have to go out and take a jog or something. SO RESTLESS. It was like I was alllllmost asleep and I would jump and be right back awake again. SO IRRITATING. So, I just took a Xanax and conked right out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The issue is this: the Xanax is not meant to be taken for sleeping purposes, it is for emergency use only. I just don't know when the best time to take these meds would be...I don't want to be tired and restless through the day, but I CERTAINLY don't want to be tired and restless at night. I am NOT pleasant without sleep.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Found out this whole panic attack thing runs in the family and NO, I am NOT stressed out (I was asked this question AT LEAST 52 times) and I am not worried or bothered by anything (except repeat question asking) and I just want it gone!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now that I am done with THAT update...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The day BEFORE the above great "episode" happened, we went out to celebrate one of the attorney's birthday. It was complete with karaoke and everything!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We also got a little carried away with the marker. If you didn't get a shout out, it isn't because you are not loved, it is because we were intoxicated and do you KNOW how hard it is to remember people that you kinda sorta know, but don't know really, but know enough to want to say hi, and then write their name on a wall? It is difficult.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So in no particular order...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For <a href="http://dawgdyke.blogspot.com/">Dawg</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIfa7G5xjI/AAAAAAAAClo/g0K5SyNyPUQ/s1600-h/DSCN2095.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIfa7G5xjI/AAAAAAAAClo/g0K5SyNyPUQ/s400/DSCN2095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355377454300644914" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://tina-cious2.blogspot.com/">Tina</a> and <a href="http://jessiam.com/">Jess</a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIfUiWqTQI/AAAAAAAAClg/2QUfiKQWvh4/s1600-h/DSCN2094.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIe9BNXA6I/AAAAAAAAClA/7obTM786i1Y/s1600-h/DSCN2090.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIe9BNXA6I/AAAAAAAAClA/7obTM786i1Y/s1600-h/DSCN2090.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIe9BNXA6I/AAAAAAAAClA/7obTM786i1Y/s400/DSCN2090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355376940542264226" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://hotdads.blogspot.com/">Trooper</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIeyoNcvWI/AAAAAAAACkw/z0HOxsd7Q5E/s1600-h/DSCN2088.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIeyoNcvWI/AAAAAAAACkw/z0HOxsd7Q5E/s400/DSCN2088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355376762033061218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Everyone I missed!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIeloBd4jI/AAAAAAAACkg/wTc5AkD4iYA/s1600-h/DSCN2085.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIeloBd4jI/AAAAAAAACkg/wTc5AkD4iYA/s400/DSCN2085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355376538644505138" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://shanerocket.blogspot.com/">Shane Rocket</a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIeE7F4NhI/AAAAAAAACj4/DpG-5CHypLU/s1600-h/DSCN2080.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIeE7F4NhI/AAAAAAAACj4/DpG-5CHypLU/s400/DSCN2080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355375976827598354" style="cursor: pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIeTlzordI/AAAAAAAACkI/H3FPUHyjYlA/s400/DSCN2082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355376228811976146" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Larkin...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIeTlzordI/AAAAAAAACkI/H3FPUHyjYlA/s1600-h/DSCN2082.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId-ffbTCI/AAAAAAAACjw/ACX8KUGrLl8/s1600-h/DSCN2079.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId-ffbTCI/AAAAAAAACjw/ACX8KUGrLl8/s1600-h/DSCN2079.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId-ffbTCI/AAAAAAAACjw/ACX8KUGrLl8/s400/DSCN2079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355375866339347490" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://shanerocket.blogspot.com/">MAW</a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId5_eWVfI/AAAAAAAACjo/P1TXnHY6PxI/s1600-h/DSCN2078.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId5_eWVfI/AAAAAAAACjo/P1TXnHY6PxI/s1600-h/DSCN2078.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId5_eWVfI/AAAAAAAACjo/P1TXnHY6PxI/s400/DSCN2078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355375789025416690" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://richmondzoo.blogspot.com/">The Captain</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId0c1FC-I/AAAAAAAACjg/vhNtO3nCrQo/s1600-h/DSCN2077.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId0c1FC-I/AAAAAAAACjg/vhNtO3nCrQo/s1600-h/DSCN2077.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlId0c1FC-I/AAAAAAAACjg/vhNtO3nCrQo/s400/DSCN2077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355375693826165730" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3bedroombungalow.blogspot.com/">Kat</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIdvHaCjFI/AAAAAAAACjY/_XS9Sgq60cU/s1600-h/DSCN2075.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIdvHaCjFI/AAAAAAAACjY/_XS9Sgq60cU/s1600-h/DSCN2075.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIdvHaCjFI/AAAAAAAACjY/_XS9Sgq60cU/s400/DSCN2075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355375602176265298" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://twodogsrunningsouth.blogspot.com/">Mama Dawg</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIdpeNJGqI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vNczdT801Nk/s1600-h/DSCN2074.jpg" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIdpeNJGqI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vNczdT801Nk/s1600-h/DSCN2074.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIdpeNJGqI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vNczdT801Nk/s400/DSCN2074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355375505216969378" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">You are now part of Savannah no matter if you like it or not!</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://dtrant.blogspot.com/">Deb</a> I had one for you...but not sure where the picture is...and Mama Dawg, I took an extra special one for you, but also, can't find that picture. Gonna have to find everyone who had a camera that night and track them down for you!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And to my <a href="http://boondoggled.blogspot.com/">Former Office Mate Deb</a>, you get no shout out because you haven't blogged in so long. That is your punishment.</div><br /><br />And to all, we say "Arrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIjrEBmArI/AAAAAAAACl4/l2f47vFsr1w/s1600-h/DSCN2099.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SlIjrEBmArI/AAAAAAAACl4/l2f47vFsr1w/s400/DSCN2099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355382129618715314" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wow, look how white I am!! GO IRISH!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-2541548346038213043?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-75934817362864729262009-06-30T13:46:00.002-04:002009-06-30T13:52:27.963-04:00Be Back After This...<div style="text-align: justify;">Due to some minor health issues..and by minor, I mean I won't die from anything...at least not today, I am going to take a tiny, tiny break from blogging, but will be back in full force by next week!! YAY!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was going to the beach this weekend and started not feeling so swell, so I pulled over and let Krystal drive, but by the time we had made it to the beach, I was pretty darn sure I was having a heart attack.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went to the life guard station where they took my vitals - blood pressure was 184/110 and heart rate was in the 180's. They called an ambulance and took me back to the mainland where they let me know I had a panic attack.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have an appointment on Thursday to correct this problem as I NEVER want THAT to happen again!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkpQqGgrg2I/AAAAAAAACjI/zhTpd5YOUOM/s1600-h/anxiety1.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkpQqGgrg2I/AAAAAAAACjI/zhTpd5YOUOM/s400/anxiety1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353179791315665762" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">See you soon!!!! XOXO!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-7593481736286472926?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-18356094929991364692009-06-26T13:53:00.015-04:002009-06-26T14:22:18.189-04:00Fragile: It's Italian!<div style="text-align: justify;">Ahhh, so it is fuck off Friday it seems...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I just wanted to share this lil bit of work that I AM doing!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are moving into the 21st century and instead of typing (yes, on a typewriter! WHAT?!?) our new matter labels (that adhere to the file in some shape or form) we are now using self adhesive labels!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The labels came in this box:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkURb_l4fcI/AAAAAAAACjA/LBewqA4-17Q/s1600-h/DSCN0041.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkURb_l4fcI/AAAAAAAACjA/LBewqA4-17Q/s400/DSCN0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351702904824167874" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkURXcdcOzI/AAAAAAAACi4/yn_wUeeYK98/s1600-h/DSCN0040.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkURXcdcOzI/AAAAAAAACi4/yn_wUeeYK98/s400/DSCN0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351702826674043698" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkURTuMaytI/AAAAAAAACiw/_0M43MoS780/s1600-h/DSCN00392.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkURTuMaytI/AAAAAAAACiw/_0M43MoS780/s400/DSCN00392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351702762715007698" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">SOOOOOooooooo....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since when did labels become fragile?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also note that the people that deliver these items STILL can't read, because, as you can see, that box was beat to FUCK and back.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-1835609492999136469?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-7912469688959910702009-06-26T09:55:00.003-04:002009-06-26T09:58:03.113-04:00Captain EO<div style="text-align: justify;">Mom says its cocaine and something else...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I say it is pain medicine and anti-depressants...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">No matter what, it is sad.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkTTth6GvqI/AAAAAAAACh4/2i9bTnGjVjs/s1600-h/Captain+EO.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkTTth6GvqI/AAAAAAAACh4/2i9bTnGjVjs/s400/Captain+EO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351635036372647586" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yeah, I watched the Captain EO...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-791246968895991070?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-48798696843770848742009-06-25T15:50:00.007-04:002009-06-25T16:26:30.440-04:00Shout Out, Tow Away and New Things<div style="text-align: justify;">Totally forgot to post this earlier this week! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Larkin, myself and Krystal were at Chili's for after work happy hour and were talking about you bloggy peeps...decided to send a shout out to <a href="http://twodogsrunningsouth.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mama Dawg</a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkPZF4DZ9lI/AAAAAAAAChw/CBH-ppCfD4w/s1600-h/2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkPZF4DZ9lI/AAAAAAAAChw/CBH-ppCfD4w/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351359477215524434" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I know it is kinda a fuzzy picture...again, those damn camera phones! If only I had an iPhone...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">HI!! LOVES!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Toby, Bobby's car, is officially dead. He will be going to live with his cousins at the junk yard. Before that happens Bobby has to get a replacement title, as it has been long lost in one of the 18 moves along the way. That should be here in 7-10 business days. In the meantime, we are going to have to go and get Toby from the mechanic and tow him back to the house. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't think I explained how we got Toby to the mechanic in the first place, but it funny!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shall set the scene for you:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sunday at about 6:00pm</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Two lesbians</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One gay guy</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One broke ass car</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One Jeep with big tires</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One big ass, heavy fucking chain</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have PERSONALLY never towed a car before, but I understood how it worked. I have towed various things in my life, lawnmowers, go-carts, 4-wheelers, all stuff that was on my parents property that broke down too far away to be pushed back home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Turns out towing a car is basically the same. Those hook thingies that are part of the frame are the same and everything.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, Sunday...let's see...that was a day that got up to about 98 degrees. The previous day it was 101. I discovered that asphalt holds heat well. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So all three of us are laying under Toby feeding this gigantic chain through the hooker-bob-ers and then eventually get that attached to the Jeep with my double-triple knot under knot. (i.e. looked like a huge wad of chain, but I figured it wasn't going to undo itself)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had to go through three intersections, only one of which actually had a light. We actually did not encounter any traffic, so that was nice...especially since we were going .5 mph. It only sounded like I had ripped Toby in half twice, so that was good. That sound is terrible! I tried to keep the tension on the chain as much as possible.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So that towing experience was less than half a mile. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now that Toby is completely dead, we now have to tow it back to the house, which is about one mile away with many more intersections and much more traffic. It is going to be a FUN time! It is all in the name of saving $50.00 on towing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is some stuff to be removed from the vehicle...like Bobby's sound system...which hasn't worked in over 5 years, but in theory didn't work because of the wiring in the car. We will test that theory when the new vehicle is purchased. The Bobz will get $130 for Toby when the junk yard people come and tow him. (The tow is "free")</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SO, all that was to say we are going car shopping AGAIN today!! Three dealerships to visit. The goal is for Bobby to find three cars he likes, rate them on what he would like the most to what he would like the least, find those three cars, get the best deal, get financing and drive away.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gosh, sounds so easy...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Might very well be the death of the Bobz!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-4879869684377084874?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-52284203871405574332009-06-24T13:14:00.006-04:002009-06-24T13:34:02.750-04:00RIP Toby!!<div style="text-align: justify;">I just wanted to give a shout out to Bobby's car, Toby, a 1995 Geo Prizm that has finally met his end.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Toby kinda looks like this:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkJfj96FODI/AAAAAAAAChg/LPfakIadYUk/s1600-h/1995+Geo.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkJfj96FODI/AAAAAAAAChg/LPfakIadYUk/s400/1995+Geo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350944378787805234" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Except with the hood held down by a piece of wire, no working signals, the front end coming off, the drivers side door with no handle, the passengers side door can't open all the way, the sunroof leaks, no radio, cracked windshield, no power stearing, no breaks and dented on all four quarter panels.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We will get pictures of him for you before we send him off. It is a sight to behold.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SO, now it is car shopping time. The limit is $200.00 a month. That is about a $10,200.00 car, depending on what they decide with Bobby's credit score and blah blah.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We went and looked at this beauty yesterday:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkJgu5wNW4I/AAAAAAAACho/SPc_uqrTcc4/s1600-h/2008+Corolla.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SkJgu5wNW4I/AAAAAAAACho/SPc_uqrTcc4/s400/2008+Corolla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945666162842498" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">2008 Toyota Corolla. They claim they can make the $200.00 payment work. I claim they are full of it. HOWEVER, perhaps for a 2005, 2006 or 2007 Corolla, yes. And pretty much the body style is the same and looks great!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So that is the plan...get some places to go and look and see what we can see. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And we gotta figure out what to do with Toby...one junk yard said they would tow it and give Bobby $130...BUT if we tow a car in to a dealership and they say they will give us $500.00 for it, they are just going to jack the price of the car we are looking at up $500.00. So is it worth the $50.00 tow there?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">And I keep saying WE because Bobby has designated me as his associate in this whole car buying thing. I bought my car and my motorcycle and I know they are some fast talking fuckers!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">BUT WE GONNA GET DIS!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Any sugestions would be greatly appreciated!!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-5228420387140557433?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-5991728478151370252009-06-23T09:33:00.005-04:002009-06-23T09:45:34.715-04:00Dear So-N-So...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3bedroombungalow.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Dear So and So..." src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm61/badassgeek/3BB/dearsoandso_button.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear People In Our Back Ally at 10:30pm Playing With Fireworks:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You are the biggest douchenozzels EVER. What. THE. MOTHER. FUCK?! Besides the fact that it is 10:30 on a Monday night, WE were trying to watch a little TV before hitting the sack. Your apology was lame and unacceptable. You finally leaving was the smartest thing you have probably done in your lame attempt at life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear God:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you for not making 100 degrees every day this week. Once every six days or so is acceptable. 101 on Saturday was really pushing my physical ability to handle the heat. The air conditioner was unable to keep up as well. As you probably noticed it read a steady 79 degrees in the house for well over three hours. I think 92 degrees is a perfectly hot and reasonable temperature for the South during the Summer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear Tourist:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We really, really, really DO like it when you come to visit our city...but for the love of Jesus Christo, look UP from your maps BEFORE you start walking across the street. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear Water Company:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Please don't cut off the water today. I know your letter said you were going to cut it off yesterday, but HONESTLY, we just totally forgot. You are the ONLY company I know that doesn't have a website where you can pay your bill. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear Trash People:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I pay you $50.00 every two months to pick up the trash...SO COME PICK UP THE FUCKING TRASH?!? Why do you keep skipping us?!? It's because we are gay isn't it!??!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(LMAO!)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-599172847815137025?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-73318312235622857932009-06-18T12:35:00.005-04:002009-06-18T12:52:17.498-04:00What Do You Mean It Isn't Friday?<div style="text-align: justify;">Last night was again one of those moments where I mistook Wednesday night for Friday night. It just feels so good at the time...and then Thursday morning hits and you go...SHIT. WTF did I do to myself! And where the hell is my bacon, egg and cheese biscuit?!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So Bobby and I went on an adventure last night. We were SUPPOSED to just be seeing what was going on downtown...and we discovered that there was alot going on!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not related to this story, during the day I have noticed an exponential increase in the early teenage girl population...my theory is that they are looking for Miley. There have been Miley Cyrus spottings all over Savannah and of course down at Tybee where she is staying.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the attorney's here told me that his friend owns one of the restaurants down on Tybee and Miss Cyrus came in to eat. This establishment is mostly made up of the 25-50 age group, therefore no one recognized her when she came in. However, the owner knew who she was and made sure she had a nice eating experience. About 15 minutes after she left the owner had a sudden surge of people come to dine...apparently Miley Twittered her whereabouts, but did so after she had already left! I just think that is hilarious! You may not know much about Tybee, but the overall island speed limit is 35 mph and because of the size of the island, most people just bicycle everywhere. I had the greatest mental image of fifty 13 year old girls, decked out in Hannah Montana gear, peddling their little hearts out, racing across the island to meet her...OK, maybe that is just funny in my head.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back to last night...so Bobby and I make our first stop at Wild Wing Cafe, where we were joined by my friend Christine and her boyfriend LJ. We eat, we drink, we are merry. Bobby and I leave there and go to Club One. (Famous for its drag shows and Lady Chablis) On the way to Club One we are stopped by a group of tourist from Australia and England asking directions to Club One. We tell them we are going and they follow us. They are with a tour group of all European folk who have come to Savannah as part of their touring of the East Coast. Well, hot damn!! The accents were awesome! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They were having karaoke at Club One so Bobby and I decide to pull out some of our best shit. We did Creep by Radiohead, Shoop by Salt N Pepa and Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nothing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We thought for sure they would enjoy those selections. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As we were leaving to find another watering hole, one of their own got up and started singing some Randy Travis. Randy-fucking-Travis. They went WILD! WHAT?!? They came from other lands to hear us sing Country karaoke?!? REALLY?! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I figured that perhaps that is what they relate Americans to - Country music. Much like I relate all British folk with fish and chips and all Australians to Crocodile Dundee.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I sure wish I knew that was what they were looking for...we could have totally belted out some Sold by John Michael Montgomery...it has been noted for future reference!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-7331831223562285793?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-28666022394229552902009-06-16T09:20:00.006-04:002009-06-16T09:52:24.097-04:0050,000 Visits, Come and Gone...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">OH MAN! I am sooo mad at myself for not paying attention to this monumental event!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I just passed 50,000 visits to my blog! And by just I mean I am already on 51,060.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjejfP_s26I/AAAAAAAAChY/2g7TYmEyeg4/s1600-h/roflbot-v6t6.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjejfP_s26I/AAAAAAAAChY/2g7TYmEyeg4/s400/roflbot-v6t6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347922839790738338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 284px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I MEANT to totally honor visitor 50,000, but alas, I was asleep at the wheel, so I went back as far as I could and will now have to honor visitor 50,960.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hi there visitor 50,960!! **SHOCKER** You were looking for a picture of Kate Gosselin's haircut! WEIRD. I see that you come from Fairfax County Public Schools in Virginia! I am ECSTATIC to know that the summer is going so well for you...I am assuming you got the summer school bunch...don't worry, they aren't as bad as they seem. I was in summer school once, and I assure you, I did not want to be there any more than you did. Keep on keepin on with your teaching and good luck finding Kate's hair, though if you ask my opinion, these days it isn't looking so great. Check out what her hair looked like earlier LAST year.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the past 12 months I have noticed a HUGE leap in hits on my blog...this happened in May of this year...wait, hold on, yes, that is EXACTLY when the Jon and Kate scandal came out! I went from 2,000 hits a month for Jon and Kate to almost 10,000 hits a month for Jon and Kate!! This month it has gone down to a much more reasonable 4,000 hits.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-2866602239422955290?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-84797745550258304632009-06-15T10:20:00.003-04:002009-06-15T10:29:35.082-04:00It Begins...<div style="text-align: justify;">The Girl, Krystal, has started on her massive shoulder/half sleeve tattoo...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She loves monkeys! This monkey pretty much represents her at any moment during the day...she wakes up that happy and crazy!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She also incorporated some family stuff within the tattoo...the monkey is wearing an army hat to represent her grandfather that was in the army. Around the neck is the Italian horn to represent her Italian grandfather, the cobra is for her father who is a trucker and his road name thing is cobra, he also has a cobra tattoo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is just the line work</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjZaAcWvYBI/AAAAAAAAChI/Kj3aNlx_5LE/s1600-h/CIMG4392.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjZaAcWvYBI/AAAAAAAAChI/Kj3aNlx_5LE/s400/CIMG4392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560571207114770" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is the shading</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjZaF0UdqLI/AAAAAAAAChQ/l_7UcffClfc/s1600-h/CIMG4394.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjZaF0UdqLI/AAAAAAAAChQ/l_7UcffClfc/s400/CIMG4394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560663539361970" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">All in all this was a four hour session...about three or four more to go! There is still color to be added...very VIVID colors too! It is going to look beautiful! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also, the shoulder and half sleeve have yet to be started but will be in the theme of ancient ruins and incorporate an elephant for her other grandmother; she collected elephants, an eagle for her brother who is an eagle scout, a bell for her mother who collects bells and the word Jeopardy written in braille for her other grandmother who was blind and "watched" Jeopardy all the time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the first picture you will see that she already has the hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil monkey tattoo, this will be incorporated within the ruins as well...they will be part of the stone blocks which will be part of the arch that the bell representing her mother will hang. It is pretty much going to be the most awesome tattoo you have ever seen in your life.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-8479774555025830463?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-81669388455027753882009-06-13T12:51:00.006-04:002009-06-13T12:59:42.119-04:00The Lord Cumeth Soon!<div style="text-align: justify;">Good afternoon my lil love blossoms!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was an early morning for me and thank goodness for one reason...and really one reason only... Jehovah Witnesses. They came a knock'in, as they usually do, at around 10:00am. They come to deliver the good news:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjPZjREnLqI/AAAAAAAACgo/BXrH4Y6dQG4/s1600-h/CIMG4389.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjPZjREnLqI/AAAAAAAACgo/BXrH4Y6dQG4/s400/CIMG4389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346856382520307362" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We usually thank them and send them on their way.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This morning I was the lucky one to answer the door...a husband and wife teaming up for the good Jehovah, and through the cracked door (the kitty's escape sometimes) the lady saw our light ornaments:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjPZ9bjQQqI/AAAAAAAACgw/UMPlWJ3DXSg/s1600-h/CIMG4384.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjPZ9bjQQqI/AAAAAAAACgw/UMPlWJ3DXSg/s400/CIMG4384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346856832009781922" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">And she states, "Ohhhh! Aren't those cute! Little fingers for your light switches!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Yep, helps us find the light switch in the dark!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fingers. LMAO! I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed or just die laughing on the spot. For the record, I think the husband saw what they really were as I caught a sideways glance at his wife as if to say..."Ummmm, huuuunnnny...uhhh, no..."</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjPad5-dCiI/AAAAAAAACg4/e_F_5ntrHtw/s1600-h/CIMG4385.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjPad5-dCiI/AAAAAAAACg4/e_F_5ntrHtw/s400/CIMG4385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346857389932743202" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-8166938845502775388?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-36695188133428836072009-06-13T09:00:00.001-04:002009-06-13T09:00:01.949-04:00I'm Not a Highly Metaphysical Man...Well, for Obviously Reasons<div style="text-align: justify;">I totally forgot to show you bitches this picture I took of Michael Franti of Michael Franti &amp; Spearhead who played at our free concert in Forsyth...which you can read about <a href="http://this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-and-coming.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So here is Michael Franti playing soccer:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjK-kgpi9bI/AAAAAAAACgg/B-JRFMMWz5Q/s1600-h/mf.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjK-kgpi9bI/AAAAAAAACgg/B-JRFMMWz5Q/s400/mf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346545242090960306" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">No, really, it totally is...it is just that I don't have a detachable lens on my cell phone camera, so that is all you get, mmmmmmmmk.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have decided that this song makes me happy and I love it. And I love you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoaTl7IcFs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoaTl7IcFs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-3669518813342883607?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-6082806128089439402009-06-12T10:41:00.020-04:002009-06-12T11:48:10.019-04:00And I'm Back...<div style="text-align: justify;">I took a the middle of the week to travel to the bottom of Florida</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJpJABTIRI/AAAAAAAACeQ/SuK_L3rICUA/s1600-h/Savannah,+GA+to+Bonita+Springs,+FL+-+Google+Maps.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJpJABTIRI/AAAAAAAACeQ/SuK_L3rICUA/s400/Savannah,+GA+to+Bonita+Springs,+FL+-+Google+Maps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346451310987387154" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">to take my friends Frances and Bobbie to Bonita Springs, Florida. Bonita Springs is about 8 1/2 hours from Savannah. Bobbie's ex-husband had a car that he has fixed up for her, since hers is on the shits, and she needed a ride to get down there. Frances was going to take her, but Frances' directional sense is a tad bit off and when I mean a tad, I mean if I had listened to either one of them on how to get down there we would be in Vegas right now. Plus, I like to drive anyway!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We arrived Tuesday night about 7:30 and promptly hit up the liquor store for our beer purchases. We visited with Bobbie and her ex (which by the way, they still consider themselves together, they talk everyday, but they are a MUCH better couple when they live 500 miles from each other) and I drank 1/2 of the 12 pack I bought. We then headed to our hotel room.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Me and Frances</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJqF5KXejI/AAAAAAAACeY/SkJMoVi2rNY/s1600-h/CIMG4328.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJqF5KXejI/AAAAAAAACeY/SkJMoVi2rNY/s400/CIMG4328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346452357118392882" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So when Frances and I were a little tipsy we had a lil discussion about a picture we saw in the elevator. Here is the picture:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJqnKeXtLI/AAAAAAAACeg/r9CQfAMJQEg/s1600-h/CIMG4332.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJqnKeXtLI/AAAAAAAACeg/r9CQfAMJQEg/s400/CIMG4332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346452928701379762" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJqyQ8sP8I/AAAAAAAACeo/rDupYSP-37s/s1600-h/CIMG4333.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJqyQ8sP8I/AAAAAAAACeo/rDupYSP-37s/s400/CIMG4333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346453119417728962" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, what kind of animal is "driving" that truck? (Click if you need a larger view) Yes, exactly. But I will tell you what Frances INSISTED it was at the end of this post, so just keep that animal in mind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next day we went to the dog races. OMG. I LOVED IT!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bobbie and Frances at the dog track</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJwZ1FOaQI/AAAAAAAACe4/hacGtA9-OmU/s1600-h/CIMG4341.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJwZ1FOaQI/AAAAAAAACe4/hacGtA9-OmU/s400/CIMG4341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346459296690235650" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJuYucb_ZI/AAAAAAAACew/JsPAC56uXlI/s1600-h/CIMG4336.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJuYucb_ZI/AAAAAAAACew/JsPAC56uXlI/s400/CIMG4336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346457078705421714" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a lil video of the dog race action!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ac6f9b8d0c03f91" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxab0xwIr8c3jumEVtw6y7wgLPg9qa3vBddCRdKtpp77dkIDcBCTNrPwZLusXRJpupkAvE08HfkUgvp9xPvhcY2_UVfhqbmXNmeDgsWnZcdePZkhQeWQZnoRWcjoRiy5fnJTct0JJ6jtvBYNkRo8KgIH7dUnOj11A3BtGy-Q8DDY4XAIx6BE_yMv0lo4QGyi0vPsSNf-LolMQUxvQF8U61fbd%26sigh%3D2IHQjc4CD40sgaIz9TY12M48D0o%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ac6f9b8d0c03f91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DPj8ErlFYT2_SS_VYLgQnnefE4m0&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxab0xwIr8c3jumEVtw6y7wgLPg9qa3vBddCRdKtpp77dkIDcBCTNrPwZLusXRJpupkAvE08HfkUgvp9xPvhcY2_UVfhqbmXNmeDgsWnZcdePZkhQeWQZnoRWcjoRiy5fnJTct0JJ6jtvBYNkRo8KgIH7dUnOj11A3BtGy-Q8DDY4XAIx6BE_yMv0lo4QGyi0vPsSNf-LolMQUxvQF8U61fbd%26sigh%3D2IHQjc4CD40sgaIz9TY12M48D0o%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ac6f9b8d0c03f91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DPj8ErlFYT2_SS_VYLgQnnefE4m0&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have never been to dog races before...nor have I really ever gambled! I won on my first bet! One $2 bet got me $8! Then I won my second bet! Put down $2 won $16!! I bet two more times, but spent less than $20 overall! It was a wonderful time!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the dog races, Frances and I decided to hit the road and travel up the coast to see what we could get into. Bobbie decided to stay for the rest of the week and visit with the grandkids and such. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The plan was to just stop wherever looked most awesome. This is what we found:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJw6dkamEI/AAAAAAAACfA/kv5CdHL7S_U/s1600-h/Room+View.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJw6dkamEI/AAAAAAAACfA/kv5CdHL7S_U/s400/Room+View.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346459857314289730" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">That is the view from our beach front room. Amazing! I love the gulf and it's white sands and beautiful blue water! Ohhhh I could have stayed there forever!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJxF1RvXTI/AAAAAAAACfI/Nny3Ab6AzhY/s1600-h/CIMG4347.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJxF1RvXTI/AAAAAAAACfI/Nny3Ab6AzhY/s400/CIMG4347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346460052656971058" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJxPaY_IgI/AAAAAAAACfQ/3uKklKrsu-4/s1600-h/CIMG4356.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJxPaY_IgI/AAAAAAAACfQ/3uKklKrsu-4/s400/CIMG4356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346460217238299138" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This was our hotel</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJyd-gF8YI/AAAAAAAACfY/VrlLD4ik8do/s1600-h/CIMG4358Line.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJyd-gF8YI/AAAAAAAACfY/VrlLD4ik8do/s400/CIMG4358Line.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346461566961578370" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We walked around Ft. Myers Beach and visited a few bars with live bands! Had a blast watching this one band called <a href="http://downsouthrockers.angelfire.com/" target="_blank">Down South Rockers</a>. They were ALOT of fun to watch and were really quite a good band!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ0380FV_I/AAAAAAAACfw/Hzb0YK881-w/s1600-h/CIMG4363.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ0380FV_I/AAAAAAAACfw/Hzb0YK881-w/s400/CIMG4363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346464212208408562" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We came home and enjoyed some cold beers that Frances, so geniusly, put in the sink to cool. (Please note the bottle top opener attached to the sink. This hotel knows what's up!)</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ0rhBG6sI/AAAAAAAACfo/BZPD_kyvQfY/s1600-h/CIMG4366.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ0rhBG6sI/AAAAAAAACfo/BZPD_kyvQfY/s400/CIMG4366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346463998588414658" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We woke up the next morning and had coffee and cigs on our porch and enjoyed the view</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ0PeCEHyI/AAAAAAAACfg/jykgyWaqpXo/s1600-h/CIMG4370.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ0PeCEHyI/AAAAAAAACfg/jykgyWaqpXo/s400/CIMG4370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346463516750782242" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ1Xw3tYaI/AAAAAAAACgI/TOZPqMCst9I/s1600-h/CIMG4379.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ1Xw3tYaI/AAAAAAAACgI/TOZPqMCst9I/s400/CIMG4379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346464758758203810" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ1TjRYnYI/AAAAAAAACgA/3e0HaV2o4aU/s1600-h/CIMG4378.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ1TjRYnYI/AAAAAAAACgA/3e0HaV2o4aU/s400/CIMG4378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346464686388321666" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ1MsAlyOI/AAAAAAAACf4/b3YvBQ7zU8s/s1600-h/CIMG4369.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ1MsAlyOI/AAAAAAAACf4/b3YvBQ7zU8s/s400/CIMG4369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346464568474716386" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Like I said, the view was great...yes, please...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ2yUQWUSI/AAAAAAAACgQ/rNN6L9QoKe0/s1600-h/CIMG4380Circle.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ2yUQWUSI/AAAAAAAACgQ/rNN6L9QoKe0/s400/CIMG4380Circle.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346466314445017378" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Then Frances and I headed out and made the trek back home! It was a lovely middle of the week vacation!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ3D0HsT-I/AAAAAAAACgY/LPOtBK_NvK8/s1600-h/CIMG4382.JPG" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SjJ3D0HsT-I/AAAAAAAACgY/LPOtBK_NvK8/s400/CIMG4382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346466615056420834" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(So, Frances said the animal in the picture was a dog. Raise your hand if you agree that is a freakin RACOON! Sometimes I don't know what to do with that woman!)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-608280612808943940?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-23365609228680788272009-06-11T09:00:00.001-04:002009-06-11T09:00:00.600-04:00Thursday Myth Busters!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">1. It is cold and/or warm and/or raining and/or there is a chance in the weather and my arthritis is acting up.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It has not yet been proven that weather reliably affects arthritis. That said, it has not been disproved, either. Attempts to study the effects of weather are fraught with difficulty. There are many different types of arthritis and many different features of the weather that could act in combination to have an impact on joint symptoms. In fact, it’s not clear to me that a definitive study is even possible. (<a href="http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977143441" target="_blank">Source</a>)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can tell you from PERSONAL experience, my arthritis in my knee does NOT act up with weather changes. It DOES act up when I overuse my knee i.e. during St. Patrick’s Day when I am walking a million blocks and doing the porta potty squat all day. I HAVE noticed that when it is cold it hurts; however, I have ALSO discovered it is because I am all tensed up due to the cold outside and it is actually my muscles around my knee that hurt as opposed to the lack of cartilage between my knee bones.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Facebook/MySpace and all those other sites I am painfully addicted to are going to start charging.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Get a life fucktard. They aren’t going to start charging. (<a href="http://www.printfection.com/rudetshirts/Womens-Fitted-Baby-Rib-FUCKTARD-t-shirt/_p_2983566" target="_blank">Source</a>)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Watching TV in the dark will ruin your eyes.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A television is a cathrode ray tube with is in effect shooting light onto pixels. Therefore when you watch TV in the dark you are basically watching a light. Having an alternate light source in the room will make no difference whatsoever to your eyes, except if that light source is reflecting off the glass TV screen which would cause a glare. (<a href="http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/1107/will-sitting-too-close-to-the-tv-reading-with-bad-light-etc-ruin-your-eyes" target="_blank">Source</a>)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-2336560922868078827?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-44578069777640814482009-06-10T09:00:00.000-04:002009-06-10T09:00:01.897-04:00Wednesday Myth Busting<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">1. Going outside with your hair wet or without a jacket will cause you to catch a cold.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You get sick from <span style="font-weight:bold;">germs</span>, not the <span style="font-weight:bold;">elements</span>. A cold is caused by the rhinovirus. In actuality, cold weather makes people stay indoors which actually INCREASES person-to-person transmission of the common cold. (<a href="http://health.msn.com/health-topics/cold-and-flu/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100172929" target="_blank">Source</a>)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Can Vitamin C Cure Colds?</div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Oranges, grapefruits and other vitamin C-loaded foods have many health benefits. But study after study has shown that the vitamin does little—if anything—to cure, prevent or even shorten the duration of the common cold. (<a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/70628" target="_blank">Source</a>)</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;">3. The flu vaccine causes you to get the flu/get sick.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.cdc.gov/flu/protect/keyfacts.htm" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.cdc.gov/flu/protect/keyfacts.htm" target="_blank">The Centers For Disease Control and Prevention</a> are emphatic that you cannot get the flu from a flu shot. The vaccine is made from killed or “inactivated” viruses, which can’t be transmitted. However, you may experience a few side effects which mimic the disease such as aches and a low-grade fever. (<a href="http://health.msn.com/health-topics/cold-and-flu/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100172929" target="_blank">Other source</a>)</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-4457806977764081448?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-86626594678975188712009-06-09T09:00:00.001-04:002009-06-09T09:00:00.786-04:00Tuesday Myth Busters<div style="text-align: justify;">AH HA! I tricked-ed-ed you! I am setting up my blog to post until I get back on Friday. It will be nothing but myth buster week!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Those that go swimming less than one hour after eating will be taken by a cramp and drown.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Although muscle in the calves, feet, and hands while swimming are not unknown, they are certainly not life threatening provided the swimmer does not panic. The sharpest charley horse can be tamed by tensing and relaxing the afflicted muscle, a treatment any swimmer can manage to perform. Even if the cramp is left untreated, it will not cause the swimmer to slip beneath the waves. One can simply float until help arrives. (<a href="http://www.snopes.com/oldwives/hourwait.asp" target="_blank">Source</a>)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Poinsettias are toxic.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They aren’t. No, you can read about it at my <a href="http://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/poinsettia.asp." target="_blank">source</a>. Just know that if you eat plants you need help anyway.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Tulips are poisonous if a cat eats them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tulips are not considered poisonous, but consuming a stem and petals may certainly contribute to a bout of diarrhea. You may even notice some vomiting simply from the ingestion of the fiber and the volume of plant matter they consumed. Again, don’t eat plants. (<a href="http://www.catsplay.com/thedailycat/2003-06-16/health_qa/2003-06-16.html" target="_blank">Source</a>)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-8662659467897518871?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-66723636558583266302009-06-08T10:51:00.008-04:002009-06-08T11:28:24.377-04:00Another Weekend: Came and Went<div style="text-align: justify;">That title could be dirty if you wanted it to be.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sooooooooooo, we have Miley Cyrus and you don't! That's right! She is here. Right. NOW. In Savannah! I know this because 1) it was in the paper and 2) TWITTER. I have assured her, via Twitter, that the weather will indeed improve...and by improve, I mean it will be less cloudy and more muggy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Spent Saturday helping my friend Christine clean up her new place and unpack some boxes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Spent Sunday waking up earlier than I wanted, thanks to the upstairs neighbors having dance practice in the room above where I sleep. I honestly could kill them. I don't know how they do it. They are up all night, up early in the morning, ALWAYS loud and now their dog is starting to pee on our porch. Really, she is peeing on THEIR porch, but since it is directly above OUR porch it just trickles on down and now was have lovely yellow puddles of pee whenever we walk out back. I have yet to speak to them about this issue, but BELIEVE me it is on the LIST.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We also went to Tybee on Sunday (No, not to stalk Miley) to celebrate my Frances' birthday!! YAY for turning 62!! If she only knew where this blog was she would probably kill me for announcing her age...but I don't care because I think it is a WONDERFUL thing!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is the not ready picture:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/Si0ntKGHZSI/AAAAAAAACd4/qHxgCZR7dCs/s1600-h/CIMG4325.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/Si0ntKGHZSI/AAAAAAAACd4/qHxgCZR7dCs/s400/CIMG4325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344971989516248354" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is the ready one:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/Si0nynJGsHI/AAAAAAAACeA/KrPavOmqi5A/s1600-h/CIMG4326.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/Si0nynJGsHI/AAAAAAAACeA/KrPavOmqi5A/s400/CIMG4326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344972083212759154" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We had beer and ice cream cake, which actually went together fabulously!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also caught Boo Boo passed out drunk...AGAIN:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/Si0okQNQiwI/AAAAAAAACeI/W0p7gRhbSuU/s1600-h/CIMG4318.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/Si0okQNQiwI/AAAAAAAACeI/W0p7gRhbSuU/s400/CIMG4318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344972936049625858" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I am saddened to inform you that I will be absent from blogging for the rest of the week. I have volunteered to drive Frances and our other former co-worker/Frances' former sister in law (complicated isn't it?) to Bonita Springs, Florida tomorrow. I shall not return until Thursday.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am excited for a few things:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1) ROAD TRIP! WAHOO!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2) GIRL ROAD TRIP!!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3) <a href="http://www.naplesfortmyersdogs.com/" target="_blank">DOG RACES</a>! WHAT?! Oh yes, I get to see my very first dog races! I promise to not take a dog home, but I am going to want to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4) Beer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bonita Springs is like 8 1/2 hours away though! I had no idea! I will be across the way from Miami!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have also been entering <a href="https://www.marlboro.com/marlboro/welcome.action#/flavor100/" target="_blank">Marlboro's 100 days of Flavor</a> contest and I don't even smoke Marlboro! Shhhhhhhhhhh, no telling! I got my heart set on the Blu Ray player and OF COURSE the Harley, but I will probably end up winning the fucking kayak.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">OK, I think I have covered everything! Love ya! Mean it!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-6672363655858326630?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-39901690284184271032009-06-05T12:32:00.004-04:002009-06-05T12:45:52.161-04:00Day Two<div style="text-align: justify;">I sure miss me a Syber Kitty. We were watching TV last night in Bobby's room and the only part of the house that we smoke in is his room because he has a door that opens to the back porch, so typically, when we are back there, we keep his bedroom door shut.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Syber had the habit of meowing at the door until we would let him in...then he would come in, look around for a second, go back to the door, stare at the door knob and meow at it until we let him back out. This would probably happen 10 times in an hour...Bobby often said he needed to put a cat door in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Watching TV last night just wasn't the same. I kept expecting to hear that very familiar meow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shower time is different too. Syber LOVED water...not like jump in the pool water, but showers were his thang! He would get up on the side of the tub EVERY morning and pace the tub wall, sticking his head in occasionally to play with the drops of water. Every now and then, if you held the water back enough, he would get in the tub with you so he could chase the water that was draining.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The last two morning Kitter has taken over Syber's spot.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SilJv3WPl8I/AAAAAAAACdo/MG_mzM68Xn4/s1600-h/CIMG4317.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SilJv3WPl8I/AAAAAAAACdo/MG_mzM68Xn4/s400/CIMG4317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343883519511730114" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I think it is just another one of those things where animals "just know". BTW, that q-tip is on the ground because Kitter goes NUTS for a q-tip. I can barely clean my ears in the morning without her beating my leg half to death begging for one. Strange one that one. And please ignore the trashcan. Thanks.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After licking the shower curtain, while I brushed my teeth, Syber would usually come into my room while I got dressed. He would normally "knead bread dough" on the bed, purring away...and now Boo Boo and Kizzy have taken over his exact spot in the bed. Again, one of those things where I think they just know.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SilKW1OZoxI/AAAAAAAACdw/vHG0kFoiWEs/s1600-h/CIMG4316.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SilKW1OZoxI/AAAAAAAACdw/vHG0kFoiWEs/s400/CIMG4316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343884188956861202" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Either that or they are having an affair. They do look a little suspicious.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-3990169028418427103?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24424554.post-60111454679744495622009-06-04T09:26:00.009-04:002009-06-05T14:03:24.845-04:00Syber Memorial<div style="text-align: justify;">You have two ways you can go through life...you can go through as solitaire as possible, making as little friends as possible and living life without fear of loosing the friends you don't have, OR you can go through life and make as SO many friends, live it up and have great heartache when they are gone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I relate the above to our animals. As you know, we have ALOT of animals. I have ALWAYS been an animal lover and was lucky enough to fall in love with another animals lover as well as find a roommate who loves animals too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last night I was preparing to go over to my friend Christine's new place, to help her clean before she moves in, when I heard a meow. This meow was not a normal meow, so I went to investigate. I found Syber Kitty pulling himself around by his front legs; his back legs were dragging behind him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We immediately took him to the emergency vet where we discovered he had a heart arrhythmia and a blood clot had formed in his back leg area. There was nothing they could do, as the blood clots would keep forming and most likely within days, no longer than a week, one would hit his heart, lung or brain. So we had to let Syber go last night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here is to my little brave buddy who made it a little over a year. We miss you!!!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifNxe2m5uI/AAAAAAAACc8/t4RAq9Wyv20/s1600-h/CIMG2239.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifNxe2m5uI/AAAAAAAACc8/t4RAq9Wyv20/s400/CIMG2239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343465732877772514" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifN3ylAlbI/AAAAAAAACdE/WV1eGs9B6Jw/s1600-h/DSCN0079.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifN3ylAlbI/AAAAAAAACdE/WV1eGs9B6Jw/s400/DSCN0079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343465841251882418" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifOB8_lfkI/AAAAAAAACdM/bH7rTu2EWTs/s1600-h/CIMG3561.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifOB8_lfkI/AAAAAAAACdM/bH7rTu2EWTs/s400/CIMG3561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343466015846399554" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifOJq_W0HI/AAAAAAAACdU/gjItNMqD1iA/s1600-h/CIMG4303.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifOJq_W0HI/AAAAAAAACdU/gjItNMqD1iA/s400/CIMG4303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343466148452552818" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifOXmvOLlI/AAAAAAAACdc/I9TcZLfpZVY/s1600-h/CIMG4285.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZCeUDMh1X4/SifOXmvOLlI/AAAAAAAACdc/I9TcZLfpZVY/s400/CIMG4285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343466387829304914" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24424554-6011145467974449562?l=this-life-is-mine.blogspot.com'/></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05629507098900851541noreply@blogger.com22