tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32901222313258948092024-03-12T20:14:16.851-07:00Life is better with me in itMaking people feel better about their lives one blog post at a time.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-77931431794515746932012-01-18T19:58:00.000-08:002012-01-18T20:00:51.013-08:00Parenthood<div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">As we're getting closer and closer to their one year birthday I'm becoming more sentimental which is weird because I'm not a sentimental or touchy feely person what so ever! But it's struck me, the warm, happy, fuzzy memories, and right after those come the flood of other memories such as the PPD, the lack of bonding in the first few months between the twins and I, and of course the utter, unspeakable exhaustion.</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">Do you ever sit around and wonder why you became a parent? Tim and I do, especially this past week when our babies spent the week battling colds and ear infections. It's been a hard couple of weeks for us, and a lot of our spunk is depleted. But that's why God gave us Red Bull; hallelujah!</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"></span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">Anyways, off track, babies, why in the world did we decide to have babies. Well the truth is we didn't plan it, they just kind of happened. And apparently it's a phenomenon, a lot of people who have babies are like us, they just woke up one day like normal, took a test, and BAM, life changed and no more drinking for the lucky mom-to-be for at least nine more months. We've heard from a lot of people while I was pregnant and years before that, things like "oh babies are soooo great, we don't even remember what it was like to NOT have kids" to which Tim and I reply "LIARS". Ok maybe those people aren't lying, but we vividly remember what it's like to not have babies.</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">Now back to my main point, why did we have babies? Parenting doesn't sound like fun, and sometimes it's not. Raising babies is work, <span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">a LOT of work</span> and I know it's the most important thing I've ever done in my entire life, but sometimes I fail at it. I'm doing it pro bono, I don't get paid, and I have literally been peed on <span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">10+ times</span>. The truth is I don't know why. The moment I found out I was pregnant I broke down in tears. To this day I don't know if they were tears of sadness or tears of joy I just knew that in that instant, the moment I saw that plus sign, my life had changed forever. I was having a baby (back then I just thought it was one, boy was I in for a shock!).</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">We said yes to life. And by saying yes to life, we ended up saying yes to two lives. We now have two beautiful babies that have been the biggest blessing we could have asked for. It's not to say that my life is perfect. It's not perfect, in fact having children has made my house messy (I'm a neat freak), forced my husband and I to make tough decisions together and sometimes leads to fights and of course <a href="http://lifeisbetterwithmeinit.blogspot.com/2011/07/hiding-things-from-tim.html">hiding things from Tim</a>, it's changed my relationships with friends, and it has been the most difficult year to date.</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em;">Having babies has certainly made my life less perfect, but in a way it's a different kind of Paradise we live in. It's a paradise filled with love, laughter, less money, more work, less time, and less sleep. It's an experience that you have to live to understand. I don't know how to describe it, and as I reread this parenthood sounds pretty horrible, but it's not. It's something I wasn't ready for, something I'm still not sure how to navigate through, but I'm slowly learning to </span><span style="line-height: 19px;">embrace</span><span style="line-height: 1.2em;"> it and it's the best thing in my life. </span></span></div><div class="yiv702262178MsoNormal" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em;"><br />
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Reaching 11 months means that we have one month to go until their first birthday party <strike>which I've been busy planning</strike> which I've been procrastinating planning in full force. It's not because I don't want them to have a great party, it's because selfishly I don't want my babies to grow up. I never thought I would get to the point where I'm ready for them to stop growing and be my babies forever. People warned me it would happen, I thought they were insane, but they were right. This whole past year I've been rushing to get to the "good part" now that I'm standing here looking back I see that the past 11 months have been the "good part" and I didn't appreciate and cherish it like a should have (I blame the PPD and sleep deprivation). So now here I stand, looking back and wondering where the time has gone, where my small babies have gone and trying to figure out a way to slow down time. Since I can't find a way (yes I tried to Google it, still no answer) I'm going to do my best to cherish my precious time with my babies.<br />
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Now I must say I LOVE having twins. There have been many times where Tim and I are trying desperately not to lose our sanity and we look at each other and say "at least they weren't triplets" and we're usually able to smile after that. One huge plus to having twins is that they usually play together pretty well.<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dd_wS37cpqM8-Nx5IVSsiVNK8Xao7dCesEn4b422pCRIMvFqUQ85dhzOeak9Uue-PNDCZLcQjJjix8RUrL44KYFpYEZF5TZoKFNg3Z8PteOeJOt3ZgRjBGM6bSUqquEWY9rlsMaXgHU/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dd_wS37cpqM8-Nx5IVSsiVNK8Xao7dCesEn4b422pCRIMvFqUQ85dhzOeak9Uue-PNDCZLcQjJjix8RUrL44KYFpYEZF5TZoKFNg3Z8PteOeJOt3ZgRjBGM6bSUqquEWY9rlsMaXgHU/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>To date Scarlet has been taking more steps than Clive. She will take about 4 steps at a time before she falls. She started before Christmas and has since been perfecting it. Clive on the other hand has no desire to walk. He can, but he prefers crawling. He's already a lazy man. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/lWs03eluRbo?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Speaking of Clive... We call this video "Clive v. the Tub of Butter". As I joke I taught Clive that the empty butter tub goes on top of your head, like a hat. He thinks it's the greatest thing in the world, and he'll literally sit there putting it on and taking it off and laughing the whole time. This particular time, he hated everything and decided to throw a fit about nothing. Enjoy. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I know that I probably should be recapping 2011, posting on what resolutions I'm hoping to accomplish this year, but I'm behind on blogging so I'm going to do Christmas and a little bit of everything. Here goes! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was our babies first Christmas, and it was AMAZING. Last year I was miserable, fat, and a huge downer because I was so uncomfortable. It was one of the worst Christmases for me just because I was pregnant. This year however I decided that no matter what it would be the best Christmas of my life, and it was. First off, it snowed. Now for my readers who have no idea where in the heck Midland TX is, it's simply in the desert. We've been through the worst drought this past summer in years, and we hardly EVER get snow so this is big news for us. I don't know how much we got because even though I love snow, I hate to go out in it. I don't have pictures because it annoys me that bad. I didn't step outside, so just visualize snow on a house. </span><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyways getting back to Christmas. My husband did good this year, and by that I mean all my presents were homemade with love. For those who don't know my Robot well, he's crazy smart. Like so smart it makes me sinfully mad at times. Anything he wants to try he'll just try and be amazing at it. It's annoying. My point is he's talented at everything, including making me things. This year he went onto my Pintrest boards and used those ideas to make my presents. It was the most thoughtful gifts I've ever received! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now please keep in mind my pictures don't look as good as the ones pinned but I'm too lazy to take pictures on Tim's nice camera. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-40861616288962858872011-12-23T13:34:00.001-08:002011-12-23T14:04:48.575-08:00What in the world?!So as we all know and are constantly reminded, it's Christmas time which means shopping for that perfect gift for that special someone. But sometimes you wonder who the hell would buy these things. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCQWCNcfpST-NhW5lmpap6RRdFVjUgKfRwkWjjvv1bjdBO1Y89wu56XLjfFwTS6t8gvs8mwEVScXWhVFjDTE9cLpUY9BtXnikeoPttSSHRUTOhsVdHDveDSKtxG7YLELJ8-rP__aVIDk/s640/blogger-image-1826991236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCQWCNcfpST-NhW5lmpap6RRdFVjUgKfRwkWjjvv1bjdBO1Y89wu56XLjfFwTS6t8gvs8mwEVScXWhVFjDTE9cLpUY9BtXnikeoPttSSHRUTOhsVdHDveDSKtxG7YLELJ8-rP__aVIDk/s640/blogger-image-1826991236.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Take the Unicorn Pony Cycle for example. I mean, come on. Who buys this for their children? I mean unless they don't mind their kids being the weird kids on the block riding a unicorn instead of a normal bike. Just pin a kick me sign on the poor kids back already! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavVHayKR41NaMFTxi5HTW0kq2ppHAj1l3_IJ1C97qHMAOI71HBnH0yj9bjfiuT2sZGNDg-HofBzHwNId83PCseQm53mfz4d9149ZatwdZDqWD6MnJAl14y8shN8O3vEPeyj_0mb5nDHE/s640/blogger-image--450889652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavVHayKR41NaMFTxi5HTW0kq2ppHAj1l3_IJ1C97qHMAOI71HBnH0yj9bjfiuT2sZGNDg-HofBzHwNId83PCseQm53mfz4d9149ZatwdZDqWD6MnJAl14y8shN8O3vEPeyj_0mb5nDHE/s640/blogger-image--450889652.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And this, seriously. It's suppose to be a pillow, and I would NEVER want either of my kids sleeping on a monster who got it's ass kicked. It's scary and sad at the same time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXLIxS_AJVn3qJh5xHDmvCpYOGbjkJV-SOXKZJOLpXtbUnE9sBk7K0qS46_CSViN9Ay6c5CvPcyurHlPXdxU3wLdSDyrr3_iL1pZQYxwR_VXyMFoVkBvCLOHS93rVDlwjICtitMbg7Ng/s640/blogger-image--1649793243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXLIxS_AJVn3qJh5xHDmvCpYOGbjkJV-SOXKZJOLpXtbUnE9sBk7K0qS46_CSViN9Ay6c5CvPcyurHlPXdxU3wLdSDyrr3_iL1pZQYxwR_VXyMFoVkBvCLOHS93rVDlwjICtitMbg7Ng/s640/blogger-image--1649793243.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Santa had too many cookies and he's also way too over priced for just being a weebly wobble Santa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKemU-38dTVPhrbNpr6lxd13vineOLXcYnfKRFhbr4QuZfKAc3dzw0vgiXT-w4JpnNQ2B0dr5JEMJ0BUN2PwmbnL3cqEiTEEyy7ehcuPM6t14n1Ex4hbN5P20HiYVm9XlTWUMW6VHcjMs/s640/blogger-image-369911558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKemU-38dTVPhrbNpr6lxd13vineOLXcYnfKRFhbr4QuZfKAc3dzw0vgiXT-w4JpnNQ2B0dr5JEMJ0BUN2PwmbnL3cqEiTEEyy7ehcuPM6t14n1Ex4hbN5P20HiYVm9XlTWUMW6VHcjMs/s640/blogger-image-369911558.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Army of creepy doll candle holders anyone? Great for making guests feel uncomfortable. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMQJ88J06F-7sBHz9231JRQKYbHyLABslyfmPE6v2TpMN6hnqvtaiiZ5L7dHwEo7-wTSQe_brFxp7v24l8q55fybP6GtkuD6819tof-1FQ4u2ojcGpkvXBmTO0QHnheiWpbpjW4ieOPo/s640/blogger-image--2009150803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMQJ88J06F-7sBHz9231JRQKYbHyLABslyfmPE6v2TpMN6hnqvtaiiZ5L7dHwEo7-wTSQe_brFxp7v24l8q55fybP6GtkuD6819tof-1FQ4u2ojcGpkvXBmTO0QHnheiWpbpjW4ieOPo/s640/blogger-image--2009150803.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This guy. This guy was not for sale, he was actually hanging in a restaurant I was having breakfast at. He's creepy, he's like a possessed elf. Plus I know he was totally judging me for eating that super unhealthy breakfast bagel. He made me feel like a fatty and therefore he's making the list. Jerk. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qY0Py6dE0A/TvT4B-DJowI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AA2yovH9dDw/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qY0Py6dE0A/TvT4B-DJowI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AA2yovH9dDw/s200/IMG_0052.JPG" width="149" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last but not least there's this gem, Santa holding baby Jesus. I totally missed that part in the Christmas story, but it must be true because my friend Anna (who also found that statue) bought me this</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-36307870288793829772011-12-19T09:22:00.000-08:002011-12-19T09:22:13.639-08:00That Awkward Moment When...<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="yiv607584043MsoNormalTable" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><tbody style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">
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</div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">That awkward moment when...</span></span></div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You tell a very conservative Christian friend who can potentially recommend</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">you for a job "I'm the funniest f'ing person you will ever meet"</span></li>
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</div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Your husband catches you blasting music in the house, after you've repeatedly told him not too. </span></li>
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</div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Someone shows up at your house unexpectedly and your bra from yesterday is hanging over the kitchen chair.</span></li>
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</div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Someone you've been expecting shows up and your bra from yesterday is hanging over the kitchen chair. </span></li>
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</div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Your child spits up on someone</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">s brand new something. </span></li>
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</div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You tell a joke, and no one laughs. </span></li>
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</div></div><div style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="yiv607584043MsoNormal" style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Someone asks your opinion</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">concerning</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">the topic they've been talking about but you weren't listening and have no clue what to say. *Can also apply this too when you don't understand the subject that was being discussed. </span></li>
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As we all know it's the holiday season and that means not only eating crazy amounts of food, drinking <strike>a TON of</strike> spiked eggnog, and receiving lots of special gifts, it's also a time to give back. And what better way to give back than to help a family on their adoption journey!<br />
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My dear friends Phillip and Jenna Knight embarked on their adoption journey in May 2010 <a href="http://networkedblogs.com/rrlXU">(read all about their story here)</a> and now they are on the last leg of bringing their sweet daughter Emerson Meti Knight home. They are the featured family this week on <a href="http://give1save1.com/about/">Give1Save1</a>, a blog that helps adoptive families bring home their much anticipated and loved children.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-FzZSLgwU-Jio73Yzf5OMWSkoo6L4KaWGtBy4OxZuAeenj6ybLo8Nvr2tKfpfp6PvTgFI-j7gmhxBrO6tY4xEZalXYrTSxjnjvUwQ9LOWPCFqOUJUDoaK05jCL19myqlOwetp0VcIRQ/s1600/meti+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-FzZSLgwU-Jio73Yzf5OMWSkoo6L4KaWGtBy4OxZuAeenj6ybLo8Nvr2tKfpfp6PvTgFI-j7gmhxBrO6tY4xEZalXYrTSxjnjvUwQ9LOWPCFqOUJUDoaK05jCL19myqlOwetp0VcIRQ/s1600/meti+.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Meet Emerson Knight. OMG don't you just want to squeeze her???</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>So where do you come in? I'm asking you to donate a dollar. That's right 1 dollar (I know we're breaking the bank right?) to this terrific family who is anxiously waiting for the call to pick up their daughter from Ethiopia. If everyone donates just one dollar we can help this family on the last part of their adoption journey, and more importantly, help change all of their lives forever.<br />
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<b><a href="http://give1save1.com/2011/12/12/new-week-new-family-8/">Click Here to donate your dollar to the Knight family</a></b><br />
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Ps- I ask that you keep the Knight family in your thoughts and prayers. Prayer is power, and worth so much more than money.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-59742725140781443512011-12-07T20:41:00.000-08:002011-12-07T20:41:02.628-08:0010 months<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First and foremost, I've been a horrible blogger. I wish I could say "Oh I'm just sooo popular, everyone is begging to hangout with me, I just haven't found the time". But honestly, my life is really boring right now so I just haven't written lately. That's the truth. But it's better to fake it then to not do it all all (that's what she said, pun intended). Moving on...</span><br />
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</span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-62074744454740006382011-11-24T19:40:00.001-08:002011-11-24T19:47:10.553-08:00Happy Thanksgiving ya'llAs is customary with Thanksgiving tradition, here's my "Thankful" list:<br />
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I'm thankful for my little babies. They have brought so much joy and laughter to my life, and I never thought a year ago I'd be this happy. But I could do without all the spit up and dirty diapers... hint, hint...<br />
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I'm thankful for my Robot Husband! He's a hardworking man who put up with pissed off me every morning. Truthfully I don't even want to have to deal me in the mornings, but he continues to do it. Now that's a loyal robot husband. Plus he does stupid things like filling up the kitchen sink with dry ice and laughing uncontrollably at it. Which of course causes me to laugh uncontrollably at the fact that he's laughing so hard he might pee himself. Love that robot!<br />
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I'm thankful for grandparents and ALL extended family! One thing I love about the holidays is getting to see out of town relatives and hang out. Plus they're really eagard to hold your kids while you eat and it gives you time to stuff your face. They're the true heros of Thanksgiving.<br />
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I'm thankful for Steve Jobs (RIP) for helping to create the Iphone which all of my pictures are taken on, and for writing a memoir that my husband loves to read therefore giving me time to catch up on Glee. I'm also thankful for Skyrim for allowing me to watch Vampire Diaries.<br />
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I'm thankful for my job. It's awesome. Please know it's completely normal to be jealous of it.<br />
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I'm thankful for my BFFF's for being ridiculously funny (but not as funny as me) and saying honest things like "I'm only friends with other pretty people" . Plus they search the Internet for the stupidest things to send me, thus saving me time and braincells. <br />
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And last but not least, I'm thankful for every single person who has ever read my blog! I love being able to share my experiences in life with such amazing people from all over the world, many that I've never met. I'm thankful for you all, and hope you have a wonderful thanksgiving! <br />
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Now please enjoy these out of order pictures from out thanksgiving day. They would be in order if I would just get up and walk to the computer, but Cops is on right now and I'm lazy. Plus this lady getting arrested is a special kind of crazy, it's awesome! <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok so don't judge me, even though I know you totally will, but last night I went to the midnight premiere of Twilight's Breaking Dawn Part 1. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yes, that's right, I'm that crazy person who, when tickets came out, made sure to get the 12:01 showing on the very day they were available for sell... back in September! We ordered our special Twilight tee shirts (we get one every year) and wear them while we sit in a theater packed with equally and sometimes more insane girls anxiously waiting for the midnight premiere. But the best part about the whole thing is I'm not alone! AND I'm not the craziest one!!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Some of those girls scare me with how much they're invested in this. They proudly bring their Edward or Jacob covered bedspread to wrap themselves up in, dress up as characters in the movie, and sometimes even bring a life size cardboard cut out of the characters along with them! It's beyond insane. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This was my 3rd year to go and as usual the crowd never ceases to amaze me. We arrived around 4pm and we weren't even the first ones in line, not even close. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, I may or may not have gotten into an argument with a freshman girl...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As we were sitting in line we couldn't help but hear a conversation that went like this "OMG it would be soooooo cool if in the last movie she chose Jacob". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So I turned to her and said "Are you serious, Edward’s the baby daddy, why would she leave him? Plus have you even read the book? It's based off of the book" (Idiot)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> And then she said "Jacob could be the father" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And then I said "To a baby he's in love with??!! Seriously??!!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Seriously. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">One of my favorite parts of all is when we're all sitting in the theater, waiting for the movie to begin and the girls in there start chanting "Team Jacob" and another half starts chanting "Team Edward" and it just goes on and on until all of our ears are numb and their voices finally give out. Why was this my favorite part? Because we were finally in the freaking theater after HOURS of waiting on the cold ground, which I think they make us do just so we can be tortured and prove ourselves to truly be hardcore. I mean as hardcore as a Twilight fan can get. Plus it meant we were closer to seeing the movie, Which by the way was <strike>FANTASTIC</strike> disappointing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I laughed in parts of the scenes that were meant to be serious (the robot voiced wolves scene) because they way they chose to shoot them was ridiculous! And *Spoiler Alert* the scenes where the venom is running through her body was fine the first time, but by the third time I wanted to shout "OMG we get it, she's turning into a vampire and the venom is inside her!!!!". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've defended the movies for years now, but this one is nearly indefensible. The majority of the movie was good, but the bad parts made it so awful that I'm having trouble seeing past them. The poor acting I can get past, but for a talented director to take this movie that CAN afford to be not amazing and make it a piece of crap is truly amazing to me. After sharing my opinion with several people, most have asked me if I will go to the midnight showing next year, and my answer is yes. I don't have too much hope for part 2, because it was shot by the same director, but for my friends and I it's more about the experience. This next year will mark our 4Th year going to the midnight shows together, and each year we build fun memories. We make new friends as we wait in line, and get to spend hours together talking and laughing. It's a great experience, and although I'm not happy with the overall movie I'm excited for the next one, the last one, so we can do it one final time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So yeah, that was my night. It's now Friday and I'm exhausted because I got like 4 hours of sleep, and for some reason my twins just don't seem to care. Rude much? But they're still cute so I guess it's ok. Now please enjoy some nerdy pictures from last night, but try not to be enraged with envy, for your sake not mine. </span><br />
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-24564818716685605952011-11-09T18:28:00.000-08:002011-11-09T18:28:48.436-08:009 Months<div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Guess what I'm doing right now? Typing on a computer! *cheers*</span></span></div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">My husband heard my desperate outcry for a new computer when he found me screaming at the Ipad last time I blogged. Actually that's not entirely true, the new Elder Scrolls game came out and he needed a computer to play it. I just like to </span><i style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">pretend</span></i><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"> </span><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">I'm special! But whatever right! I'm back, and</span><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"> <span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><strike>better than ever</strike></span><b style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"> </b></span><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;">still breathing. So yeah...</span></span></div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They're BOTH crawling!</span></span></div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Clive has been crawling for over a month now, but Scarlet wasn't mostly because she knew I would carry her wherever she wanted to go. But I guess she got tired of Clive stealing her toys and crawling just out of her reach, so she decided to crawl. It literally took her less than a week to be awesome at it. She was totally holding out on us.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-tuq3so8t8Wm89XMOksFjpI-NyLOvKLHLSGRltJI9Z-FZNELs4vq5AlIWh907VkgNHlWPyZW4nDaHf4HVgg_1644yXotgdl5VLJS0X4o_XZRMAqtsToYPaKiUr9y0Vv7pS6QTKcDjGs/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-tuq3so8t8Wm89XMOksFjpI-NyLOvKLHLSGRltJI9Z-FZNELs4vq5AlIWh907VkgNHlWPyZW4nDaHf4HVgg_1644yXotgdl5VLJS0X4o_XZRMAqtsToYPaKiUr9y0Vv7pS6QTKcDjGs/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><i>I left them in the living room for two seconds and came back to find them both in the kitchen</i></span></span></div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The playroom is set up and fully functional.</span></span></div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So I know they didn't really do this, but we did and I'm so happy we've got it completed! Now they play in there, their toys don't leave, and we can contain the mess and the noise into one room.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdR9kgoNGQKeoLWyDqSwlU5Ch1y0RyRqRkM1JXXgGCiDhoOSgeJY7jEeAsprLQRHBi45T9bzVYCxH3iCRuS-EA4a2AvbEzLTs6arLiobk4cfU2__7O3xwEiXnnFFh-jDFQ0PGLcBQC6Go/s1600/IMG_0942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdR9kgoNGQKeoLWyDqSwlU5Ch1y0RyRqRkM1JXXgGCiDhoOSgeJY7jEeAsprLQRHBi45T9bzVYCxH3iCRuS-EA4a2AvbEzLTs6arLiobk4cfU2__7O3xwEiXnnFFh-jDFQ0PGLcBQC6Go/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last, but not least, they look super adorable in costumes! Ok that's not really a part of being 9 months, but I had to incorporate Halloween in here somehow so stop judging me!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ygilbqwdyi49_ugfnYyLFnu1YaN4dBuRuESV3jrukdz8Iub94MbhKwajfT-mcK_NhZF_Jsdc032EUgRsLE4fv7CURmvnLlOeEWSGeBLrD-kL5umOuCpXQrs0s4PEjwvJW0vMoAPWsow/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ygilbqwdyi49_ugfnYyLFnu1YaN4dBuRuESV3jrukdz8Iub94MbhKwajfT-mcK_NhZF_Jsdc032EUgRsLE4fv7CURmvnLlOeEWSGeBLrD-kL5umOuCpXQrs0s4PEjwvJW0vMoAPWsow/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="yiv2012431660MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.35pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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But the point is I'm still here, still kicking butt and taking names! Anyways I'm just going to throw together about a months worth of stuff into one post, so if this post seems kind of messy, crazy, and erratic well then get over it because that's my life! (And I'm using this app for the iPad that's suppose to make blogging easier, but it's not and my pictures are all out of order!) <br />
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</p></p></p></p></p></p><i>We're finally able to take them to restaurants and have a good time. I will add though that coasters are not ok for kids to chew on. Clive took a chunk off of his and almost ate it... Lesson learned.</i><br />
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</p></p></p><i>Scarlet had her first real haircut and loved every second of it. She is my daughter! </i><br />
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</p></p></p></p><i>What have I been up to? Just showing Martha Stewart up, that's what! I put together a shelf (which turned out to be a shoe rack, I should have read the box better), painted a door with chalkboard paint, and then made letters for the kids playroom. </i><br />
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</p></p></p><i>What's Tim been up to? My <strike>robot</strike> husband has been nerding it up. I'm hoping he'll pick up a few tips and make us billionaires because I have amazing pranks I want to play! But that's for another day. </i><br />
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</p></p><i>Recently we took a trip to Ruidoso, just the four of us... while Clive was cutting four teeth at once. That made for an interesting weekend. But overall it was a great trip. Basically it was just nice to leave town for a couple of days and go somewhere that got below 80 degrees in October.Plus Scarlet got to wear her boots, that alone was worth the trip. In the end we bought the tacky, clichè, overpriced, tourist teeshirts as a souvenier from the trip. Worth every penny. </i><br />
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<i>And this is something I fully expect my kids to rant about to their therapist when they get older. We literally couldn't resist. </i><br />
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That's been my life in a nutshell, and frankly I'm losing my patience trying to "type" on this iPad so I'll skip ahead. I'm starting my dream job on Monday. Before I left work I was wanting this job and now I have it. I'll be traveling around to area schools and teaching Sexual Integrity to students. I start Monday and I'm excited, nervous, and beyond grateful! I don't know what else to say about it, life is good!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-67909233845433844642011-10-17T11:16:00.001-07:002011-10-17T11:22:43.964-07:00I make a horrible wife!I've had a lot of time on my hands lately (something about not having a job) and one day I got to thinking to myself how the hell did Tim wind up asking ME to marry him. I'm not talking about the way we met, but what about me did he decide he couldn't live without. Prior to marriage we lived together, so he knew what he was getting into. Still he chose me. As I was thinking, I began making a list of things that I do wrong and might try to improve upon, which lead me to this:<br />
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<b>Reasons I make a horrible wife: a.k.a. Why the hell did my husband marry me?! </b><br />
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<b>I don't cook</b><br />
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I've been with Tim for 7 years, married for almost three and in that time I have cooked three meals. No I'm not exaggerating. I once tried to cook tacos, total nightmare by the way, and he ate one out of pity. We threw the rest away, it wasn't even edible for the dog (ok we don't have a dog, never have, but you get the point). For the other two meals I cooked Italian chicken and pasta, it's a super simple crockpot meal. The first time I screwed it up, I over cooked the chicken and didn't make enough sauce. The second time it was perfect, but I should mention that Tim was supervising it.<br />
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<b>I hog the TV</b><br />
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I love television, like truly LOVE it! I try and watch every new show that comes out, and 9 times out of 10 I'm instantly hooked. I don't have the time to watch them like I use to, so I just DVR them all. Tim on the other hand is very picky about shows he watches, and usually hates the shows I watch. So naturally when our DVR gets full, or we can't watch something he wants to watch because my shows are recording and <strike>I refuse</strike> we aren't able to change the channel, he gets a little pissed.<br />
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<b>I <i>act</i> dumb</b><br />
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Call me lazy (I prefer the word smart) but when I don't want to do something I act dumb. Things like painting a door, hanging a picture, sometimes even uploading things to my blog, I act like i don't know how and I get Tim to do because I know his OCD of doing things efficiently and just his sheer knowledge of things kicks in and he takes over. Plus he'll do it better than me anyways. <br />
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<b>I nag</b><br />
Ok so I don't personally see anything wrong with this, but he gets really irritated when I do it. So I'm guessing that in itself makes it a bad wife trait. That's the only reason it's on the list. <br />
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<i>Side note*</i> If you don't give me a reason to nag I won't!<br />
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<b>I don't feed my children in the mornings</b><br />
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That's not to say they go without food (I'm not a monster!), but my husband feeds them. He wakes up early, let's me sleep in and feeds them both, EVERYDAY! Even weekends! I once told this to a group of girls and you would have thought I beat a puppy in front of them. Apparently, as the wife I'm suppose to do the majority of the sucky stuff, and I do a lot if it, but I don't wake up early. Therefore to some (myself and Tim not included), that makes me a bad wife. I'm just going to drop this into the 'ways I'm smarter than them' file. <br />
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I still have no idea why he picked me, and this list makes it even more confusing for my mind. I would chalk it up to hardware failure in his robot <strike>system</strike> mind, but the truth is I found an amazing guy and I'm really grateful he chose me!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-5273185534259520772011-10-11T14:28:00.000-07:002011-10-11T14:29:18.616-07:00Guest BlogCheck out my guest blog today at <a href="http://motherhooduncovered.com/1121/twins-oh-my-2/">Motherhood Uncovered</a> where I will be periodically posting from now on!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-23302741784309962882011-09-29T10:48:00.000-07:002011-09-29T10:48:36.070-07:00Last Day- Part 2Grief comes in many forms and for many reasons. The past three weeks have been difficult for many involved, but probably most for Anna and Whitney. As most of you know, we have all become very close and when I told them I was leaving they were understandably upset.<br />
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Most everyone I was close to in the office was upset, with the exception of my husband who is a robot.<br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anna and Whitney at first were in denial </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtMZBUwIAPgDUCORWaipMJoV9s86WgqsTOfR6bfCwPXHRH7tjoj-HPcCXxmhnIni-C0vIEqO-nqydejNtYrpd88EMIRNwHE_8ZS_q_ag7M9S_G7XwHvWCVrqzANufYAFTYedKj6Ol3QA/s1600/74840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXtMZBUwIAPgDUCORWaipMJoV9s86WgqsTOfR6bfCwPXHRH7tjoj-HPcCXxmhnIni-C0vIEqO-nqydejNtYrpd88EMIRNwHE_8ZS_q_ag7M9S_G7XwHvWCVrqzANufYAFTYedKj6Ol3QA/s1600/74840.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then they became irate and angry, screaming out "You better not go anywhere or else!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmKjLGCB8r1gb_pYEXB1NTbeJaLEEzGgnEHjV9dL4zBXzxuRDrGE1wcvH2kcQ6tVuMKhpiKNydEK3TsTO350x-71h7dbBHX9ACtMKed4sCi7d51jJ-fIs2VGfTJIeV_nnktGjwwsjUOQ/s1600/471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmKjLGCB8r1gb_pYEXB1NTbeJaLEEzGgnEHjV9dL4zBXzxuRDrGE1wcvH2kcQ6tVuMKhpiKNydEK3TsTO350x-71h7dbBHX9ACtMKed4sCi7d51jJ-fIs2VGfTJIeV_nnktGjwwsjUOQ/s1600/471.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is never an acceptable answer!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">They even tried bargaining for me to stay. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWnpxsQjbfFustp4nRI2_zbXx1Of9acIaLbvEc4f3RO9N9ADqmHucT4xq1-RnSnkNB5Z8Xb0pAUWVV4AO96N_gLvHzQ2GTo0yvFn3rBHWZ4AtzcV5faHgnX4qZi9oDL08E7m6WG-0cFE/s1600/894086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWnpxsQjbfFustp4nRI2_zbXx1Of9acIaLbvEc4f3RO9N9ADqmHucT4xq1-RnSnkNB5Z8Xb0pAUWVV4AO96N_gLvHzQ2GTo0yvFn3rBHWZ4AtzcV5faHgnX4qZi9oDL08E7m6WG-0cFE/s1600/894086.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That's right, she's holding a handful of one dollar bills.Ballin'</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When it became clear I was leaving for good they fell into a deep depression</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSKWEgCVFJMGhH3z_uunCRRB5ekWHTx1uNfOC8xQBgXkyLgoLLDJgugVHDMLSlL-qwdiBvg2KEOKd4wGdNthg-EtwSnzff3kAwipEev0ed1-N2yTpvF-fgKkcQESJihnvbRhO5yBCUBKs/s1600/87408540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSKWEgCVFJMGhH3z_uunCRRB5ekWHTx1uNfOC8xQBgXkyLgoLLDJgugVHDMLSlL-qwdiBvg2KEOKd4wGdNthg-EtwSnzff3kAwipEev0ed1-N2yTpvF-fgKkcQESJihnvbRhO5yBCUBKs/s1600/87408540.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They ate their feelings</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">But at last, I must bid farewell. Although, they refuse to accept it, it is happening. There will be tears, no more laughter, and years of mourning my departure. This is a somber day today, the day the music died. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvU5FxN-Z628dh25xcyMI0d5Lv860hGsz_Dnqa2HRQu6Ob0vq0bRxtRqdHA8_53LtK2Z5Qga2Ivc6W5K6I6XtGMQfcuaXaMc5YGTuJMtRL4tvp3I6okDKxoEixyF4_mFsqUqxAnly6Jc/s1600/84%252B04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvU5FxN-Z628dh25xcyMI0d5Lv860hGsz_Dnqa2HRQu6Ob0vq0bRxtRqdHA8_53LtK2Z5Qga2Ivc6W5K6I6XtGMQfcuaXaMc5YGTuJMtRL4tvp3I6okDKxoEixyF4_mFsqUqxAnly6Jc/s1600/84%252B04.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Me <strike>stealing</strike> leaving with my most cherished office items. Yup that's a fake tree and old computer monitor.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-50851509079703384202011-09-29T06:45:00.000-07:002011-09-29T13:41:01.332-07:00Last Day- Part 1<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So today is my last day of work. It’s weird writing those words, they feel so surreal even as I type them. I never thought this day would come for some reason, at times I felt like I would die in my office, not of old age but from other stuff like going crazy, being busy beyond belief, or being bored beyond belief. Anyways it’s here now, my last day, and I’m sure a lot of people are asking “Jamie what’s next?” well truth is I have no idea (No I will not be running for President. Quit asking me!). For the first time in 8 years I have no plan, no idea what’s coming next, no idea what I will be called to ultimately do. I’m leaving because I feel called to help children, and that’s all I know. I’m stepping out in faith, and I’m terrified.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The hardest part about leaving will definitely be leaving my friends behind (I’m not going to miss working with my husband because he and I don’t really talk at work and I see him every night. But Tim don’t get offended, just don’t ok.). Leaving the wonderful girls I work with is hard to even imagine, but I’m doing it. So as a small farewell I’m blogging about a lot of things in two parts. This is part one, as said by the title (don’t make me do ALL the work for you!). </span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And I'm sure that there's about a billion other things I'll miss, but most of all it comes down to the fact that I've never had a job like this. I truly love all the girls I work with and for years have been blessed to come in and work at a place like this. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So here's to the next step, what ever that may be. I can only pray I will be half as blessed by my new job as I have been by this one. </span></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-82799191765336067042011-09-26T09:08:00.000-07:002011-09-26T11:02:47.673-07:00Happy Birthday Mom, sorry I got arrested.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Before you freak out, no I didn’t get arrested this weekend, I’m talking about the infamous time when I was 17 and got arrested. Yesterday marked the 7<sup>th</sup> year anniversary of my arrest and short lived incarceration. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It all started after my mom’s birthday party, which by the way was big! We had family, friends, people I didn’t even know, all at our house. My mom and dad let my cousin and I leave for the night to meet up with some friends, while the adults continued to hang out. We first went to a party, and no not an innocent party, one with drugs and alcohol. We didn’t feel comfortable, so we quickly left and went to this guys house who I had been on a date with once who was having a bunch of our mutual friends over to watch a boxing match (you know him as Tim, aka my husband). I had only been to his house once before and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">he</i> had drove me there, so naturally I had no idea where I was going or where his house was. I found the street he lived on but I couldn’t find the house, so I called him and asked him to come out and wave me down. I made a u-turn, saw him standing on his porch, and then saw red and blue lights in my rearview mirror. Like a good citizen I quickly pulled over and complied with the officer when he asked for my license and registration. I was pretty embarrassed that I had been pulled over and all my friends were watching from the porch three doors down (along with some nosey neighbors who had come outside), but the icing on the cake was when the officer had me exit the car and handcuffed me. Why you may ask? Well did you know that when you don’t pay a ticked within 14 days they put a warrant out for your arrest? 17 year old me found that out the hard way when I was 16 days late on paying a ticket for failure to make a complete stop at a stop sign. I was put in the back of the cop car and hauled away to county jail, while my cousin was left on the side of the road with my car and my cell phone calling my mom to tell her what happened. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWyL1kpEyCyLj_91i1YcDSX21NXsjRY4Jmo2nt4_ENLAyKCaEgN1xXReMyofxwEOhS_uffNHcYSL_hZ5h_BcnHsEtWXTaRectFkVjPfc2W-Gj_L-ciRSnyonB0bT000nI-hrLpb51_vQ/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWyL1kpEyCyLj_91i1YcDSX21NXsjRY4Jmo2nt4_ENLAyKCaEgN1xXReMyofxwEOhS_uffNHcYSL_hZ5h_BcnHsEtWXTaRectFkVjPfc2W-Gj_L-ciRSnyonB0bT000nI-hrLpb51_vQ/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is my baby sister. Tim found her in our playroom reading a book after dinner. My entire family had left and forgot about her and had to turn around and pick her up again. </span></i></span></span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-34341740606936788252011-09-19T08:18:00.000-07:002011-09-19T09:10:22.297-07:00And then we almost burned down our freakin house!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;">It was an interesting <s>weekend </s>moment at our house this weekend. It all started when my dad came over Friday night and burned important papers in our grill (they’re burned now thieves</span><span style="color: #c00000;">,</span><span style="color: #333333;"> so don’t go trying to look through it). Tim decided the next day that he was going to cook out</span><span style="color: #1f497d;">,</span><span style="color: #333333;"> but after checking the grill he discovered that there was still a small fire going </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">underneath the ashes. So he came inside, started the oven and gave Clive a bath. I went into the babies nursery to hang out with them and help get Clive dressed. That’s when I noticed a HUGE </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">fire outside of their nursery window! I screamed "Fire!" to Tim, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">who quickly handed me a naked Clive and ran outside. I ran to the living room and sat down naked Clive and ran outside with Tim who was screaming “where the hell is the water hose?”. That’s when I remembered the water hose had been moved into the front yard to water the one of the trees out front. Luckily we had another water hose in the backyard, but it was not hooked up. So Tim had to hook up the water hose (which was right next to the fire) and the flames were at this point about 5 feet tall. He then turned it on and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">put out the fire. We sat there stunned and didn't really say anything until Tim looked at me and said “What the hell Jamie, where’s the water hose? We </span><span style="color: #333333;">could have burned down the house</span><span style="color: #1f497d;">!</span><span style="color: #333333;">” And then I was all like “Really? You’re pissed at <b>M</b>E because <b>YOU</b> started a fire and couldn't put it out?” <i>He dropped that subject pretty quick.</i></span></span><br />
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</div><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;">As far as we can tell a small spark probably jumped out of the ashes and into the trash can</span><span style="color: #1f497d;">,</span><span style="color: #333333;"> which was </span><span style="color: #1f497d;"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">sitting near the grill because Tim was going to use it to scoop the ashes into. And that’s how we almost burned down our freakin house!</span> </span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;">PS- On a happy note, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">naked Clive didn't pee on the floor, he just spit up and rolled around in it. I don’t know which one is worse, but I’ll take it.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9Z68Dx57toqR-MDnOMQSW7J873tA9qEuHDU8UL7tqbDbWKBzGQEQ0zYJzcGyjvCM3OQC-MvlmEZ3Bo4xc45RFWaN_hUqklAw55dWRIUCtynbwyOB_OVPvMMM9WNrNpFxDLJiqe4qWZc/s1600/kbhj+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9Z68Dx57toqR-MDnOMQSW7J873tA9qEuHDU8UL7tqbDbWKBzGQEQ0zYJzcGyjvCM3OQC-MvlmEZ3Bo4xc45RFWaN_hUqklAw55dWRIUCtynbwyOB_OVPvMMM9WNrNpFxDLJiqe4qWZc/s320/kbhj+.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Clive was pushing Scarlet around in the walker </i></span></span></span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-27781223742481071942011-09-12T14:47:00.000-07:002011-09-13T08:34:51.829-07:00Public Service Announcements: Rules you think people should know but they don’t and your all like “wow your momma failed you”<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have come to the realization that some people do not know etiquette/ proper behavior when it comes to certain situations. Thankfully for everyone I’m around. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Please do not talk about the menstrual cycle of your dog at the dinner table.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The birth story of you new litter of kittens and how you witnessed the “miracle of their birth” should also not be discussed at dinner.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When hosting a dinner party for several friends do NOT ask your guests who are coming to bring the main dish while you, the host, provide the drinks.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The word “Shortly” implies two hours, not two weeks.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Please don’t go around and tell people your babies poop smells like Doritos. It ruins them for the rest of us.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do not spoil the ending of a television show that people are in the middle of watching. That goes for movies too.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When you just meet someone don’t let one of the first things that comes out of your mouth be “I have this new credit card and it has a ten thousand dollar limit. How big is your limit?”</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do not go to a strangers house and tell them “I would love to help you decorate. Oh you don’t have a big budget? Well I have a credit card.” Also, don’t tell that same person that you would prefer their television mounted above their fireplace.</span></span></li>
</ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">I’m sure I could write a whole lot more, but </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">I’ll end up being irritated at the world. Instead I’m going to leave you with an adorable picture that makes me smile.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrINOMToynZiV6DbQ1UW1x73xH9NTo9iX7X2WNRKzTS98RqvA9Q8Z4Gewka79Ttzue2EYmAswlWU5CjRyjYqxaHryd1lCxbSELeqnHWim_iA4eyooVQJWvyNMYg1d_JE-KV7u8xhHh5U/s1600/84032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrINOMToynZiV6DbQ1UW1x73xH9NTo9iX7X2WNRKzTS98RqvA9Q8Z4Gewka79Ttzue2EYmAswlWU5CjRyjYqxaHryd1lCxbSELeqnHWim_iA4eyooVQJWvyNMYg1d_JE-KV7u8xhHh5U/s320/84032.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><i>My beautiful baby girl </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzNLFL9J58V53Kso0E70lckNrox2rzfpPYV56C5YQEUATYWlR0Mu7f-P2Sg9O7G4AGmtRIkLgrydwBJyETjKWRg7-_hwWJ0Ahoni_gsK3auq91Ab00gPeaoMPyUf0fjJo-N_kcG8tNKY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzNLFL9J58V53Kso0E70lckNrox2rzfpPYV56C5YQEUATYWlR0Mu7f-P2Sg9O7G4AGmtRIkLgrydwBJyETjKWRg7-_hwWJ0Ahoni_gsK3auq91Ab00gPeaoMPyUf0fjJo-N_kcG8tNKY/s1600/photo.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><i>Clive insisted on having his cousin Kaleb hold him and he gave him a kiss. So sweet! </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><i><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;">PS- Do you have anything you wish people would know? Post them in the comments!<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></span></span></span></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-14441769883027676182011-09-08T11:57:00.000-07:002011-09-13T08:38:40.036-07:007 months<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;">My sweet babies are 7 months today. It’s been a wild ride, and I honestly am surprised I’ve made it this long seeing as their sole mission in life is to destroy me! We have our good and bad days and then we have our Great days. They’re growing up so fast and every milestone is a bitter sweet moment, because I’m excited for them to grow up and discover, but I’m selfishly not ready for them to stop being my babies. Here are a few milestones we’ve hit so far (it’s nothing too exciting for anyone but Tim and I and being first time parents we’re beyond proud. You, not being their parent, will probably be bored.).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHsiiIXtsLFYm_rSlPNS-wdraQq5YWrKI5I377fmgNIWZwcTsu7lLowgEZDZ5xoy-Kj-pxDAKqB67k3Al69pLCEIu_IgoiBOBROiEuO5RD7hD4ujq6fuNCo1IA_T6r_JNHeytjUE-nYs/s1600/541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHsiiIXtsLFYm_rSlPNS-wdraQq5YWrKI5I377fmgNIWZwcTsu7lLowgEZDZ5xoy-Kj-pxDAKqB67k3Al69pLCEIu_IgoiBOBROiEuO5RD7hD4ujq6fuNCo1IA_T6r_JNHeytjUE-nYs/s200/541.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>We painted Scarlet's toenails for the first time</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-02YgogbSVxgqHMXfzYGcFORAtfGdx7GRE2T-IYGoCNunriwj1vN0w9VbcPMsMfClpj3l5wY4WgoDYhju5ZMpSp1MiRhMCWiGbJX-qMGN-C-W2X4MNp_xTMojtOEkforu5wAN_cujTk/s1600/407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-02YgogbSVxgqHMXfzYGcFORAtfGdx7GRE2T-IYGoCNunriwj1vN0w9VbcPMsMfClpj3l5wY4WgoDYhju5ZMpSp1MiRhMCWiGbJX-qMGN-C-W2X4MNp_xTMojtOEkforu5wAN_cujTk/s1600/407.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> I'm increasingly breaking up more fights. It's mainly Clive attacking Scarlet though. I think he's jealous because she has hair. </i></div><br />
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</span></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-80051390534945710772011-09-07T13:18:00.000-07:002011-09-13T08:39:04.713-07:00Ask JamieThat's right, it's time again to read my parenting advice at <a href="http://thisismommyhood.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">This is Mommyhood</span></a>. Mom's of the world rejoice!<br />
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-84681259267392156432011-08-29T14:09:00.000-07:002011-09-13T08:40:07.975-07:00Spa Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had a spa day Saturday because I deserve one more than anyone else in the world. Did I mention I had twins??? <i>I laugh at your one baby, bahaha</i>! Ok maybe not, but I really needed a massage. Before the twins were born and while I was pregnant I was constantly getting massages, facials, pedicures, etc… and now that they’re here this has greatly diminished into NEVER getting one (confession: I still get a pedicure every other week, so I guess that’s not entirely true). So, Saturday I decided to get a salt scrub, mud wrap, and hot stone massage. A little bit about me really quick: I don’t relax, period. By that I mean I don’t know how. I’m not a person who meditates or does yoga or has quiet time. My mind literally never quits running and I've never been able to make it calm down. So what does that mean for you??? Why that means I analyzed everything about my spa day and you get to read my list. Lucky you! </span><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">2.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">Those mats with the big rocks on them don’t always have the rocks glued down,caution while stepping into the shower!</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">3.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">Why don’t they glue those stones down??? And who came up with that??? It freakin hurts!</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">4.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">Where can I get one of those spa robes? It feels like the world’s softest baby lamb was slaughtered just for me :)</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">5.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">I’m probably way too comfortable with my body. No one should be this comfortable after having twins. No one.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">6.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">Mud wraps make me feel weird, like I’m a burrito wrapped in foil waiting to be eaten by a giant cannibal.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">7.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">I wonder what the mud tastes like, it smells like chocolate after all.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">8.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">The mud doesn't taste good. Don’t try it.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">9.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">It’s not helpful to think about the Psycho stabbing scene when you’re sitting in a steam shower all by yourself and you can’t see more than a foot in front of you.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">10.<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span">I want a steam shower in my house, even though I might be stabbed in it. That thing is so awesome, it’s worth a stabbing.</span></span></li>
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><i>Anna</i></b>: </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d;">I think you just got bumped to the bottom of my BFFF list. . . .<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><i>Me:</i></b> </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d;">Whatev! But just know that skinny girl margaritas are for BFFF’s only!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><i>Anna:</i></b> </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d;">Jamie I am super rich and buy my own Skinny Girl drinks! BAM! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><i>Me:</i> </b></span></span><span style="color: #1f497d;">I own Google. Super BAM! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><i>Anna:</i></b> </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d;">I invented Google before you bought it, so you actually paid me when you bought it. . . INFINITY BAM!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><i>Me:</i></b></span></span><span style="color: #1f497d;"> I just struck a bazillion gallons of oil! </span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">KA POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><i>Anna:</i></b> </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d;">Too bad I own the mineral rights to your land. . . .</span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">BIFF! BOFF! BONK! CLANK! CLUNK! POWIE! SOCK! WHAPP! ZLOPP!</span><span style="color: #1f497d;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><i>Me:</i></b> </span></span><span style="color: #1f497d;">I burned your mineral rights papers before they could be filed, so you have no proof<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;">Sonic Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>Anna:</i></b> </span><span style="color: #1f497d;">I had a secret copy that I had filed without your knowledge</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ffc000; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 115%;">ATOMIC BOMB in your FACE!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>Me:</i></b> </span><span style="color: #1f497d;">I just destroyed the county office where the records are kept</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: red; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: yellow; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;">HYDROGEN BOMB IN YO MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: red; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: yellow; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>Anna:</i></b></span><span style="color: #1f497d;"> I bought them a secret bomb proof safe (to keep the other copy at a top secret location) with the money you paid me when you bought my Google rights. .. . .<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>Me:</i></b> </span><span style="color: #1f497d;">I just sent the guys from Oceans 11 to go break into you bomb proof safe, and they got in and they’re burning them as we speak. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1d1b11; font-family: 'Agency FB', sans-serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 115%;">Black Hole Super Nova Blast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1d1b11; font-family: Cambria, serif; line-height: 115%;">Too bad your vampires sparkle, your aliens contract STD’s and die of earthly disease, and your zombies are the slow walking dead kind! Creature Fail! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>Anna:</i></b> </span><span style="color: #1f497d;">I just can’t top that. . . .UNLESS: It was all in your head b/c this is all actually an Inception. . . .we aren’t rich at all, we work at Blue Ridge and I need to be your friend b/c Skinny girl margaritas are always out of stock in this desert wasteland. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><i>Me:</i></b></span><span style="color: #1f497d;"> That sounds familiar… Are we dreaming? The only way to know is to die… <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><b>Anna:</b> </i></span><span style="color: #1f497d;">The good news is that if we are dreaming, Zombies, Aliens, Vampires, and STD’s can’t hurt us!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;"><br />
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</span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Maybe we’re the only ones who think this is hilarious, but I’m putting it out there in the case that someone else will find us equally as funny. Our husbands are not allowed to comment on this subject. </span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-47610389252450226112011-08-15T13:40:00.000-07:002011-09-13T08:40:47.931-07:00Randomness<div class="MsoNormal">I was trying to think of something cool to write about this week, but I couldn’t come up with anything, mostly because I had a boring weekend. I know, I know your saying to yourself “but Jamie you live such a glamorous and exciting life”. That’s true but very false. So since I didn’t have any funny adventures I’m going to give you a small glimpse into my world. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><u>Clive</u></b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I wish I could come up with something to say that was fun that happened with him this weekend, but truthfully he was crazy fussy all weekend. I think it’s teething, but if it’s not I’m totally ordering an exorcism for him! Plus his eyes started glowing when you take a picture. Tim swears it’s just the flash, but I’ve watched a lot of horror movies and I know when you kids start acting funny you take it serious. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBgdmua8izGzQQRUjs3fxTJSwjxf51F7JkCKYMns3290grUpyJWBwCQ8IsEYbqQ3-oawxnXSVLAZyiZHvbBSGLhsfwiFAtdMkXiXBoUcovy87AzNVQ1ckM11VlcqXwq4igAevEecgLNw/s1600/540804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBgdmua8izGzQQRUjs3fxTJSwjxf51F7JkCKYMns3290grUpyJWBwCQ8IsEYbqQ3-oawxnXSVLAZyiZHvbBSGLhsfwiFAtdMkXiXBoUcovy87AzNVQ1ckM11VlcqXwq4igAevEecgLNw/s320/540804.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>See little glowing eyes!</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><u>Scarlet<o:p></o:p></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Scarlet was the same as always, just kind of a round and little smiling blob of cute. Of course she gave up that cute last night around midnight when she decided it was time to play and cried for us to entertain her. She has stayed up late all night this past weekend and of course refused a nap. It’s times like these when that bottle of baby Benadryl looks tempting… <o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKPDDV06kcI1zCPKn_TcQLl5S0QPWWPWePkbseCKHd1_bzfl27uGVeytU_5iPQJw7dO3dPJG22_lVEYsEgOBnlPoI7IW9JdcsFYIQyk-NvPn9S6RM0l-_4W9EJt30WBtIFZfrrEPfuFM/s1600/564105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKPDDV06kcI1zCPKn_TcQLl5S0QPWWPWePkbseCKHd1_bzfl27uGVeytU_5iPQJw7dO3dPJG22_lVEYsEgOBnlPoI7IW9JdcsFYIQyk-NvPn9S6RM0l-_4W9EJt30WBtIFZfrrEPfuFM/s320/564105.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>She was being so cute and trying to eat a part of her bouncer seat</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HlkERBQKcdmEa7QvwByMiWwpj3whewn46lVkP9B8vwcZRbiOSH6tGVi7BCjDGBEsV019K_UOU4uotg8Y4SiTrl7Jjo7Ev_VbV7j1KisXFYirE5-Gmw9a6xZ5mbsa8gIwPHJDB6Lt0_U/s1600/056080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HlkERBQKcdmEa7QvwByMiWwpj3whewn46lVkP9B8vwcZRbiOSH6tGVi7BCjDGBEsV019K_UOU4uotg8Y4SiTrl7Jjo7Ev_VbV7j1KisXFYirE5-Gmw9a6xZ5mbsa8gIwPHJDB6Lt0_U/s320/056080.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Later that night she decided she wanted to stay up later than usual because she had important things to do rather than sleep like try and eat her pajama sleeve.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><u>Tim</u></b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That’s right I’m writing about you bwhahaha</i>! Actually he was really boring too. Moving on.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Overall that was my weekend. Two crazy babies and a whole lot of nothing exciting going on. I promise I’ll go back to being funny as soon as something funny happens (<i>I’m talking to all of my close friends aka my BFFF’s who have made resolutions to keep me interesting. You guys are failing. That’s right I’m calling you out. BAM!</i>). <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">PS- My house is haunted again. More on that developing story later. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">PSS- A huge congrats to Ivan and Beatrice on their newest bundle of joy! She’s beautiful! <o:p></o:p></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290122231325894809.post-35485122140722041172011-08-09T13:15:00.000-07:002011-09-13T08:41:18.532-07:00Ask JamieI know your thinking to yourself "Two blogs in one day??? This is awesome, what did we do to deserve this?" Well nothing, stop being selfish, this is about me.<br />
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Today starts the first day of my parenting advice column at <a href="http://thisismommyhood.com/">This is Mommyhood</a> called <a href="http://thisismommyhood.com/ask-jamie/">Ask Jamie.</a><br />
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Do you need parenting advice? Well you've come to the right place. Ask me anything and I'll tell you how I (an expert) would handle it. Anything from fussy infants, to terrible toddlers, even tweens and teens is game. I'm like super nanny on steroids.<br />
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<i>Disclaimer: This advice is meant to be for entertainment purposes only.</i>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714410350184006152noreply@blogger.com2