Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Last one to nominate is a rotten egg!!Since I have a lot of doctors appointments and classes all next weeek I'm giving everyone ONE more week to send me their nominations.
So, you now have until October 9th
Um... you have 3 days people. Get those nominations in!
Note- just in case it isn't clear to everyone I thought I'd mention that a nomination does NOT equal a vote.
Just thought I'd mention just in case some people didn't know and then wondered what happened.
While the RFS Blog Awards are going on, all normal posts (including all weekly Memes) will be found HERE
It's time for the next edition of The Really Fucking Stupid Blog Awards!
For those new to this let me go over how it works and the rules, etc....
For those not new to this let's recap....
-I'll put up the categories (below) and you email me (email@example.com) with your nominations.
I accept nominations and ideas for categories at any time, but only use the nominations sent to me in the time period I have specified below
-You may nominate multiple blogs for each category, or one per.
-You certainly don't need to nominate a blog in each category though that is what I'm looking for.
-All nominations and votes are private.
Expect to me. I have all the power. Rar
-I am not aloud to nominate or to vote in any category, just to keep it fair.
-When nominating please send not only the blog name / or the person's name who's blog it is but the URL. The url is more vital than the blog name, but both are appreciated.
-Some categories might be seen as mean, we see this as fucking hilarious. Hence the name the really fucking stupid blog awards. These are stupid, silly, and just fun; so have fun with it!
-If you don't nominate how will your favorites win?
On to the categories!
1) Blogger most likely to wear a weave
2) Blogger in no need of Halloween mask / costume
3) Blogger most likely to sit at home alone eating a bowl of candy on Halloween
4) Blogger so sweet and nice it gives you a headache
5) Bitchiest / biggest asshole of a blogger
6) Most un-appreciated (ie least comment recieving though they should) blogger
7) Blogger most likely to worship the devil
8) Porn king of the blogs 06!
9) Porn queen of the blogs o6!
yes you read those right. Everyone thought that's what I said last time, so I figured, why not.
10) Blogger of the month
Remember to send all nominations in to either firstname.lastname@example.org or post them in the comment box here by October 2nd
Monday, September 25, 2006
OMG I'm alive!!!Ok, so as several of you know I don't drive.
I've always been a walker. When people say something is too far away to walk to I say Pshaw! and lace up my tennis shoes.
So it should be no surprise that I *just* barely got my drivers liscence. And I've never driven without an instructer in the car.....
Oh lordy I thought I was not only going to die but kill someone else in the process. I've moved all the mirrors where I can see things around me the best but still I get all nervous because even with the mirrors I can't friggin SEE. Or at least I feel like I can't see.
Ok, so first I get in the car and it takes me 5 minutes to figure out how to move the seat foward (I've never driven our car until now... lol). The seat feels like it's too low btw- I'm a tiny little girl and I need a booster seat to drive lol. I reach the pedals but I still feel like I need to sit up higher.
So I put my seat belt on and I give myself a quick pep talk and I'm ready to go.
So I try putting the lever thing in reverse. And it won't move.
waiting for everyone to quit laughing at me
So I turn the car off and run inside to ask some friends how to fix the problem- so yes, now I know that my foot has to be on the brake.
And thank god it was too because I totally forgot that the car just moves on it's own.
I swear I thought I was going to die... yes at negative miles per hour, lmao.
Ok, when I was taking my driving lessons I dont' know what it was- I think it was my instructor though- but I could not figure out how to turn for the life of me and it scared the bejinkles out of me. Maybe it was because he was always like "Don't ever take your hands off the wheel!!!! Make them meet!!!" so I would freak out and not know how many times I needed to turn the wheel or make my hands meet.
Now that he's gone I was perfectly fine turning corners and what not. Because I got more comfortable. I listened to the car and just did what felt normal and it turned out fine.
I think the driving instructor didn't give me enough freedom and control and that's what freaked me out and made me doubt myself.
I should've had stink-butt teach me. But NOOO he wanted to play his video games! (hehe jk honey).
Ok, so I drive around the parking lot of our apartment building like three times and then park.
The front left tire is like a hair outside the line. I'll figure out how to park eventually.
But omg- there is nothing more frightening than a tiny little girl controling a giant metal object.
I'm just happy that I lived to tell about it, lmao.
BTW- yes I am a wee bit scared that I didn't park the car right and it's decided to move on it's own and run a child over.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
I am so lazyA plethora of topics today:
1) I've developed ugly ass cankles. Is there anything quite as ugly on any human being as a cankle? The websites and whatnot all say to keep my feet up and don't sit or stand for too long and drink tons of water.
Ok, I can drink tons of water- whether I drink it or not I still head to the bathroom every 2 seconds. But I'm stubborn and don't like my routine getting all messed up. To get rid of these nasty ass cankles I'll have to stop cleaning the house or get my ass off the computer.
Ok, so that's not a big deal and how hard is it to do that? I can do it- but I just feel like I'm one step from being put on bed rest and I do NOT NOT NOT want that to happen.
I don't mind other people helping me (much) but they don't do anything the right way and THAT I can't stand. My mom or sister will offer to clean my kitchen and I say ok because I know they want to help- but it's like torture! And besides I have to go in after them and fix it any way. Ugh, if I'm put on bed rest I swear there will be no rest for anyone else!
2) I need to come up with some sort of blogging schedule. It takes letters and packages a while to get to Stink-Butt. In those letters I write about everything (because when it comes to writing or typing I can babble on for-fucking-ever) So I tell him everything and then blog about a portion of it. But he gets to see my blog before his letters even get to him. So he'll get the letters and then will be like "what the flip? I already knew this!" So I need to organize things.
Maybe I'll just blog and snail mail him pictures of my boobies. lmao.
I could get really creative with the photos. Here are my boobies washing dishes... oh and here they are at the Grand Canyon... and here they are with Yoda.... Hehe.
3) I'm just kidding, I won't / can't send him photos of my boobies. I've read too many horror stories about those sorts of photos (and video tapes) of wives and girlfriends getting leaked out and being seen by everyone in the unit.
Well at least he can buy Stuff Magazine and FHM over there... 'cause you know those girls and I look identical. So it'll be just like I sent him photos of me!
4) My teeth friggin hurt.
5) I've been wearing the same shirt for like 3 days now.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Pffft....My sister finally swindled me in to seeing the latest movie version of Pride and Prejudice (the one with Kiera Knightly).
No, I did not like it.
That's been my favorite book since the second I picked it up. Elizabeth Bennet has been my favorite female character of any book I've ever read. And Mr. Darcy... I love him and all men I've loved in real life have been compared to Mr. Darcy at some point by me; and that's putting it mildly.
It has nothing to do with the the era of the book. He isn't some "Fabio fantasy" for me. I don't have the British gentleman fantasy where in them he calls me "my lady."
I think that's cheesey and I've never been attracted to that.
I'm attracted to intellect and willingness to accept and understand
It's his conversation. No actor can capture what presence he has in the book.
Some men make you want to act all girly and giggly- and that's fantastic in its own right- but Mr. Darcy brings out the side of a female that wants to be better than you are. Stronger than you are.
It's not that's he's good looking... it's not *just* that he's good looking I should say. He makes you want to be the very best version of yourself and to look at other people, and yourself in a way you never thought possible.
I used to think I was in love. I used to think he made me feel the way I feel when I read that book. But we all make mistakes. I was a silly little girl.
And then I met Stink-Butt and it all made sense. I didn't marry him because he lived up to my Mr. Darcy expectations (not only)- but because in all my fantasies of marriage growing up I've wanted someone I could carry on a converstation with in that way.
And now he's on the other side of the globe practically. And some days all I want is to hold his hand and not say anything. And other days I want lay in bed and talk to each other about what happened during the day.
And I won't be able to for a long time.
I think in marriage we all start to take little things for granted.
I'm not sitting here vowing to never fight with my husband again- that's just silly.
But you never know what simple things you miss until they're gone.
I can wait a year for them- I have to. And even though he can't physically be here with me, he still makes me want to be the best version of myself.
And when I tell him I love him in letters and emails and when he calls- all of what I just said is behind those three words. Every time.
On to why I didn't like the movie version
It sucked donkey ass.
Usually I can be like "well if I seperate it from the book or the original movie it's a good movie in it's own right..." Nope, not with this movie. It just sucked. Not a single character had ANY chemistry with another character. You honestly expect me to believe that Elizabeth's and Mr. Darcy's relationship is more than just "oh I like you and you like me, let's get married!" Sign of the times thing??? It's supposed to be more substantial than that. Whoever made this movie obviously did not understand the book- or never fucking read it because it's a pathetic attempt.
Kiera Knightly was supposed to be all perfect in that role? Um, no. I don't think so. A monkey could capture Elizabeth Bennet 2000xs better than she did. Why was everyone all abuzz about her perfomance? She was NOT the heroine, she was another pretty face cast and thrown in the bunch and that is NOT how the book is. Stupid fucking Hollywood.
I liked the music though.
Friday, September 22, 2006
CinnamonI took the "black box" off yesterday.
go down a post or two to figure out what I'm talking about
Those sticky things they used to hook wires up to me hurt like a mother fucker when you take them off! I still have red marks on my chest from where they were. But I guess it's all worth it to figure out what the hell is going on.
Personally I just think I get panic attacks. I get stressed pretty easily.
I did read, yesterday, about Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Not many pregnant women get it, but a small number does. I have a lot of the symptoms.
I just hope that if I do have it I'm not put on bed rest. Because that would suck ass.
Still though, that doesn't explain why my heart acted up prior to the pregnancy.
But this doctor seems to be really thorough so maybe I'll finally have some concrete answers instead of "well everything seems to be normal and you're healthy...."
Anyhoo- let's get to this week's
1) Something I have outgrown: My clothes. That is seriously all I can stuff into my jeans. I'm determined to get back in them after the baby's born. It's not like I can put them on and not button them because of my belly... I can't get them up over my ever expanding ass. I don't want to be as thin as I was but I don't want my ass to be as big as it is now.
2) Something I have overcome: My mom and I used to have a horrible relationships. She used to things to me only Stink-Butt knows about. But it's over now and we have a marvelous relationship. It took 20 years to forgive her, but I did. And it took her a while to own up to her mistakes, but she did. And everything is great now.
Don't let that smile fool you.
3) I need help with...: Now that stink but is gone who's going to take down things that are up in high cupboards and towards the back of them? I miss my tall (ok so he was average height for a man but still taller than I am) man. Maybe if I call and am like "ok this is seriously an emergency! I can't reach the tea bags!" they'll let him come home? Maybe...?
I can have my fantasy! hehe
Week 29 preggo-pop photos:
did you play?
Thursday, September 21, 2006
SquashThese ants are driving me NUTS!
They don't hang around anywhere except for near the computer desk. It's like their new shrine and all the ants of Atlanta have to come to my apartment to pay homage to it.
I clean it every day, so it's not like there's crumbs lying around on it. I have no clue what the deal is.
When the desk was in Paul's room they flocked to it, and then we moved it to the living room and they're flocking to it here too!
We've always used cinnamon to keep them at bay. That's the only thing that's ever worked.
But I always get that handful that gets stuck inside and lingers around. Fuckers.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
StereoI'm feeling a bit better today- thanks everyone for your support.
I love you bitches. :)
I had an appointment with the heart doctor today. Fun stuff. Nothing important (that I know of yet). My heart's just been racing like crazy lately and the OB sent me over to check it out.
The heart doctor hooked me up to this portable device called... "the Box"
dun dun DUN!!!
I have to wear it for 24 hours and record down if I have any like shortness of breath, dizziness, etc.
I went to Target and everyone kept staring at me like I was gonna fall over any second, lmao.
Well, what would you think if you saw a pregnant woman hooked up to some portable device walking around? lmao.
I can already tell this thing is going to be sooo annoying tonight when I go to bed.
Anyhoo- let's get to this week's
Amusement Parks: roller coasters, games, carnies, what could be more fun? If you don't have an amusment park shot how about a fair or festival picture?
This is me at Disneyworld on our honeymoon. Ok, you know how everyone says that if you look at old photos of yourself you'll be like "what the fuck was I thinking when I thought I was fat then!?!" and such. I thought I was fat then and that my boobs were too small. Now I look at this photo am like- umm yeah, what the fuck!? I'm tiny and my boobs are a nice size.
Lesson learned- be happy with yourself *now*.
These next 2 were taken at the Ren' Festival in Colorado. We go every year. If you've never gone OMFG go!!! If not for anything else go for the food, it's so fucking good it's orgasmic. Almost. Damnit, now I'm craving it.
Stink-butt and I are sooo dressing our kids up every year and taking them. I happen to think that taking my kids to the ren fair and teaching them to play games like D&D is a good thing and I can't friggin wait. hehe
The first photo is me with this chick JoAnne that used to work with Stink-butt. And the second is just me (derr), but I look JUST like my mom in the photo, it's freaky.
did you play?
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
I hate waitingThe worst thing about deployment, at least this very second, is that I can't pick up the phone and call him.
And all last night and so far all day today all I can think about are things I need to tell him that I haven't yet.
I know he'll call when he can- but have you ever REALLY REALLY REALLY needed to tell someone something and you couldn't?
I need to hear his voice too. I know it's stupid, but I don't want to forget what he sounds like.
I know he's going to call soon- logically speaking I know I won't forget his voice... but right now I'm not exactly thinking straight.
I'm afraid I'm going to forget what he sounds like. What he smells like. What he feels like.
I know I need to get into my routine and carry on. But I just don't want to just yet. It's like the second I do that it's like I'm going to start forgetting.
I know that's silly. Every logical bone in my body says it's silly.
I just need a moment or so of being uber depressed and then he'll call and I'll be fine.
I'll realize that I have a family to take care of. That I need to take care of myself.
I promised him I would.
I just need to allow myself a moment to freak out and get really low. I just need that moment.
Maybe doing this week's TMI will get my mind off of things....
1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the without anything steamy happening? (Opposite sex for breeders, same sex for homosexuals).
2. Streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?
-Nope... man I'm boring this week.
3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions??
4. What is the most "romantic" you have ever gotten in a movie theater?
-hands on upper thigh. My god I am sooo boring
5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?
-watching? No... I don't think so.
Bonus (as in optional): If you could say anything you wanted anonymously to anyone, without identifying that person, what would you say?
-It was not a slip of the hand. I know what you did. And because of you and your actions I unsure of myself in bed.
Bubble-YumI don't really want to make a post.
Because what I want to post about I can't.
I'm gonna go buy stationary and write to Stink-Butt.
Don't you hate it when you can't think of anything else excpet what you're thinking about at that certain moment?
I'm not gonna do TMI today.
Maybe I will... just, later....
Friday, September 15, 2006
GnomeJohn Cusak haunted me last night.
I had this nightmare where he was .... all lighting up. Not on fire. Just illuminating.
Shut up, it was really fucking scary at the time.
Let's get to this week's
Photo #1: Your TV- Well, here it is. Lovely isn't it? We keep a lot of our dork items atop it. My wand, Stink-Butt's Elven sword/dagger/thing, my pirate ship thing.... Notice how we have so many DVDs and we have no place to put extras other than on top and around the TV? Classy!
Photo #2: Sell us your show- Ok, there've been an ass-load of "family" shows and shows about married couples. This is a family show- usually it's a comedy, sometimes it's a drama.
My childhood. We'll break boundries because we're a "white" family growing up dirt fuck poor in the ghetto. It'll be ground breaking because there's this ridiculous idea that society that only black children can grow up in the ghetto, and if you're white and poor you grew up in the trailor park.
Not true. I grew up in a So. Cal' ghetto. And we weren't the richest family on the block type of thing.
I know what it's like to eat out of a trash can. I know what it's like to go to the grocery store and hope they were giving out free samples because that meant dinner.
We were a minority in our neighborhood. A neighborhood prodominately (sp?) black and hispanic. We weren't Mexican enough to be fully accepted by the hispanics (as I'm only a quarter Mexican and don't look it).
We grew up in horrible circumstances- but when you walked in our house it was like walking through the wardrobe to Narnia. There was gun fire outside, but our house had a shield of love and we had a connection that the outside world just didn't understand.
Photo #3: The new member of the cast- I honestly can't think of one person to add.....
did you play??
Week 28 preggo-pop photos:
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Peanut butterI need to stop causing so much controversy over the internet. If someone doesn't get all persnickety because of something I said here, then they do because of something I said here.
What really gets my goat is that I express my opinion and people who claim to be for everyone speaking their mind don't mean it unless you're speaking their mind.
I won't get into details- so long story short I was told that they'd like to offer support and help especially now that Stink-Butt is deployed but they weren't going to because they were offended at what I said.
And no I didn't go on their and call every one of their mothers yoda look-alikes.
Is it just me, or does is it pretty ridiculous to withdraw help and support for someone simply because you don't agree with their opinion?
Shouldn't be nice to someone NOT come with an "only if?"
Or do I just have a idealistic view of things?
Note, this week's WBW is reserved for next week because SOME one decided to be all lazy and shit...
hehe, jk mama. I *heart* you
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
The title of this postGlah, I hate hate hate thinking of titles for my posts. From now on I'm just going to type in random words that have nothing to do with the posts. Like "Donkey," or "freckle," etc.
So anyhoo... I am sooo ready for this baby to be out of me. Not that I'm not enjoying carrying him around and watching him squirm and move inside me, etc., but I'm just ready for him to be *here*.
Ok, so I'm not THAT ready- there's no furniture in his room yet (accept for my computer desk and his dresser). But as soon as we get that stuff he needs to get here.
Anyhoo- let's get to this week's
1. Do you leave a tip at a restaurant? If so, how much? Do you double the tax?
-Never less than 20%. If our waiter / waitress is really good we'll leave more then.
2. What celebrity did you have a crush on growing up?
-He Man. hehe
3. Do you excuse yourself to “fart” or let it rip and blame the guy next to you?
-LMAO!!! Hey, I farted in front of Stink-Butt on our first date, I think that should explain my answer perfectly. :)
4. When entering or exiting a store, do you hold the door open for the person behind you, if they're relatively close… if they're more than 10 steps away do you pause and hold the door open?
-Yes, I hold the door open.
5. Ever had mono?
Bonus (as in optional): Ever paid for sex?
-Nope. I don't need to. I rule. lmao
Saturday, September 09, 2006
....Stink-Butt left this morning to report to Fort Benning.
1956 - September 11th, 2001
Loving father and husband
His family is in our thoughts and prayers
Friday, September 08, 2006
was easy for me. I only needed one photo for all three categories.
Categories 1, 2, and 3: Your freedom, Your hope, Your wish-
My freedom, as a soldier he helps make our constitutional freedoms possible. As a husband he encourages me to be free to be my own person (ok so that sounded sappy and junior high-ish, but it's true, hehe). He lets me know it's ok to want, supports decisions I make, lets me cry on his shoulder and makes me laugh when I need a good belly laugh.
My hope and wish, is that he comes home safe and in one peice. Physically and mentally.
Can I ask for anything more?
Week 27 preggo-pop photos:
Yes we are that weird...
Thursday, September 07, 2006
so so sad....I totally forgot to post about this Monday when I heard about it.
But can you believe the Crocodile Hunter died?????????????
Is anyone else upset about this or it just me?
The Crocodile Hunter ruled! I hearted him.
I'm feeling extra boring today, so this post is going to totally reflect that.
Maybe I should just shut up while I'm ahead.
No, not boring. That's not the right word. I can't think of anything to post about (especially coming up with a witty and exciting post about whatever topic I think of) because Stink-Butt is leaving soon and my mind is filling up with images and thoughts to make me mad at him. I used to stay in his barracks room every weekend when we were dating and every Sunday before he dropped me off at my house I'd start a fight with him, not realizing it was every Sunday I was doing this. It's the same thing.
He's gonna come home from work and I'm gonna start yelling at him, telling him he's gonna hook up with a girl from work there.... lmao. Which is a ridiculous thought, deployment or not.
It's just easier to let him deploy if I'm mad at him.
I'm retarded. Some one smack me.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
As soon as I think of a title I'll put it up here.Update
So we noticed last night that the key to open all the storage units across the hall is the same key as our front door key.
If I can open mulitple storage units and my front door, some one else can could very well open our front door.
No forced entry.
So Stink-Butt started to get all worried that he was going to deploy and someone could just let themselves in the front door and have their way with me.
Good news though- the apartment management is changing our locks today.
No word yet on where our stuff is.
Maybe I just need to let go and accept the fact that it's all gone.
read the post below this one to find out what I'm talking about
Before I get to this week's WBW, let me put up yesterday's :
1. Have you ever "taken advantage" of a person under the influence?
-Of course! Not in the way you think. Stink-Butt sometimes drinks just enough alcohol to take me home and have his way with me. And if he's had just the right amount he'll do things he wouldn't normally. And I know this. So I let him have a good time and "flirt" with him all night, knowing what'll happen later.
2. What in the farthest you have traveled for the purpose of having sex?
-I almost flew to to Texas once. But that was an almost.
3. Where is the most unusual place you have had sex?
-a hotel dresser.
4. Have you ever given or received an orgasm from a person whose last name you did not know?
5. Have you ever masturbated in front of a sexual partner?
Bonus: Have you ever had more than one sexual partner in a 24 hour period?
Now onto this week's
This week's theme is Early 1990s fashion...since we are being hosed into thinking the 80s are cool again let's head off the fashion industry at the pass and recall all those fabulous early 90s trends.
Ok there are a ton photos of me in high school looking like a moron in my 90's fashion.
I was NEVER fashionable, I'm still not. In HS I had all sorts of friends. Somes were goth and wore black lipstick and all that. I had friends who wore the little dresses with the knee and thigh-highs. They all had Docs, I could never afford a pair. In HS, too, I didn't know (or want other people to know) that I had any sort of girlish firgure. So I wore really loose fitting clothing. Like, boy clothes.
I refused to use product in my hair so my curly hair was constantly frizzy and looked like a giant brillo pad on top of my head.
Even though there are a lot fo photos of me looking like that, I don't have a single one here at my house.
I did, however, find a photo of my brothers and sisters and I from Easter of 1993.
My family and I skip to the beat of our own, strange, drum. We could care less if we're cute in other people's eyes. We're cute to each other.
We're lined up from Oldest to youngest. I'm the 2nd from the left. Note the 2 braids.
I think we watched Anne of Green Gables one too many times, lol. My mom was mad and thought I looked like I was going to a ho-down. Hehe.
Notice the "puffed" sleeves. Yeah, I picked out that dress on purpose. If you've ever watched Anne of Green Gables you'll understand why.
Ok, a few notes about the photo itself.
Only my sister, Anne, is looking at the camera. Sort of. I'm looking at my brother like "I swear to god, as soon as this is all over I'm gonna beat the pulp out of you...."
We look like a bunch of autistic immigrants. lmao.
We totally think we looked fucking awesome then.
My sister is going to kill me for posting this photo. But you've got to laugh at yourself.
Did you play?
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
what the fuck!?Some one stole all our shit out of storage unit in our apartment building.
INCLUDING my wedding dress, all my paintings, all our holiday decorations (including the decoration stink-butt's parents gave us on our wedding day)....
Some one ELSE has MY wedding dress.
MY wedding dress.
I'm like shaking I'm so hurt someone would steal my wedding dress and my art. Those things aren't just THINGS to me.
Ok, I'm one of those really big dorks who thinks the spirit and souls of people can somehow go into inanimate objects. That's why I'll never let Stink-Butt update my wedding ring. Because MY wedding ring holds *me* in it.
My wedding dress and my art holds me in it. Some one didn't just steal my crap, I feel like some came in, and raped me and took of part of me that was not meant to taken.
We can file a claim, we have aparment insurance, but no amount of money can get me back those things.
I thought I did......but I don't.
I have nothing to talk about.
I did last night.
Sometimes I write posts in my head while laying in bed, waiting to fall asleep, thinking "oh I'll remember it tomorrow." But you know what? I never ever remember what I've written in my head.
Eh, it wasn't that important anyway. And now thinking about it, wasn't that interesting to begin with. Just about how in both books Pamela Ribon's written there's at least one character in there who reminds me of this guy I used to know.
I know, pretty exciting stuff huh?
I have added Pamela Ribon to my list of "girls I have a crush on and would totally make out with." But only when I read her books. Not that she's ugly but her looks aren't why she's on the list. Every time I read her books I get all giggly and girly and want to dip the book in chocolate, rub it all over my boobies, and eat it whole.
Anyhoo... I'll get to this week's TMI as soon as Lizzie puts it up.
Friday, September 01, 2006
I hate thinking of a title. I'm on title strike. :)Today is, so far, going better than yesterday.
But last night things started to be okay. Until we got to the grocery store.
My parents are coming into town for a visit this weekend
Note that I will not be on the computer most of the day as I need to clean the fuck out of my apartment, hehe
So I wanted to cook something special for not only them but Stink-Butt. I really wanted to make him polpette before he deploys.
If you've never had REAL meatballs, you need to find and eat some. Well worth it. I'm not talking about a ball of beef with some garlic and such. No, REAL meatballs with beef, veal and pork. It's expensive but sooooo fucking good.
I wanted Stink-Butt to eat real meatballs before he left because I always talk about them.
So we go to the store and ask the butcher for 6oz. of ground veal.
They don't have it.
6oz. ground pork?
The only butcher in town is the one in the grocery store.
I can't even begin to tell you how disspointed I am that I'm unable to make everyone polpette.
BUT!!!! Ok, you guys know how I always talk about how much I want a fucking guava.
for those of you new to this blog, I always want a guava because we used to eat them all the time because my grandpa grew them in his garden and I don't live anywhere near my grandparents anymore....
Guess what they had!
OMG! I couldn't wait to get them home! They weren't ripe yet (but just barely)
OMG sooo fucking good. The best part of the fruit-meat is right by the skin. It's like sweet grass almost. ARG! So good!
Anyway- let's hope today is better than yesterday. :)
On to this week's Stuff Portrait Friday!
Photo #1: What I support- besides my ever-growing boobies (which I will not take photos of... for public), I support Lupus awareness.
I've talked about this before- but I'm going to again (neener neener neener).
The problem is that not a lot of people know about lupus, it's not as popular as AIDs or Cancer (both horrible diseases and I'm not trying to take anything away from them, people who have them and their family and friends). But Lupus is just as serious and deadly (in some cases more so).
Photo #2: My sacrifice- I'm an Army wife. I sacrifice things normal spouses can't even dream of.
I'm due to pop a baby out in about 3 months and my husband is deploying in a few weeks, and will be gone for at least a year.
If that doesn't scream sacrifice I don't know what does.
BTW- this photo is an old one of us, but damn I look good! Hehe. That's us at the Army Ball when we lived on Fort Carson.
Photo #3: Something red- my kitchen has a red theme throughout. Well, really it's white with accents of red and a tiny bit of black.
I love this thing!
Did you play?
Side note- no preggo-pop photos this week. It takes too much time, and it means me taking a shower and etc... so I don't feel like it.