tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128647602024-03-06T22:45:01.219-08:00Just As i Am...Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.comBlogger202125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-68416020861330306332008-07-23T17:12:00.000-07:002008-07-23T17:15:05.166-07:00you might be a bad mom if...your son wakes up in the morning and you go back to sleep.<br /><br />a bit later, he holds two dandelions in your face and tells you he brought you flowers.<br />you think "oh...mmmmhmmm. that's great"<br /><br />and then realize, wait! where did he get flowers from?!<br /><br />and then jump out of bed to see the front door has been unlocked and your son has gone downstairs and picked flowers for you.<br /><br />hmmm.<br /><br />and if that's not a reason to win the award...<br />the other night, we had chicken nuggets dipped in ice cream. cause it's yummy!Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-3626581984942290822008-05-12T20:41:00.001-07:002008-05-12T20:45:46.583-07:00lookie lookie!sooooo,<br />i decided, after greta was on my case to start bloggin' again, that i guess i should start bloggin' again.<br /><br />lemme start this off by saying that i'm old. in fact... i've GOTTEN old. i'm not exciting anymore. so don't get too happy about the whole "she's blogging again!" thing!<br /><br />sooo here's the deal. i'll do this. mostly for greta. but more for me. cause i miss it, truth be told.Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1172804340134112782007-03-01T18:41:00.000-08:002007-03-01T18:59:00.176-08:00i'm sorry.... soooooo sorry!<span style="font-size:130%;">ok.<br />after long hours of thought<br />i've decided to withdraw from<br />the blogging and scrapbooking community</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">my life is taking some new turns</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">and this just doesn't fit into the equation anymore</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />i do have a new blog up<br />for the photo biz</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">but it'll be strictly photo<br />and a lot less personal<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">as of next week</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">this blog will not exist<br /><br />if you're interested in the photo blog</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">shoot me an email<br />chriselda924@yahoo.com<br />it's still in the works</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">but i'm excited<br /><br />i'll leave you with a couple of shots from Beehive<br />the musical at the Amarillo Little Theatre<br />that i was FORTUNATE to photograph!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/377733/IMG_8105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/67587/IMG_8105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/499097/IMG_8278bw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/427783/IMG_8278bw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/11976/IMG_8098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/289083/IMG_8098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">such a blast<br />if you can't be in the show...<br />photograph it! </span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1171403954749926962007-02-13T13:52:00.000-08:002007-02-13T13:59:14.816-08:00not the brightest crayon in the box<span style="font-size:130%;">please... laugh at my expense:<br /><br />(in a recent Instant Messenger Conversation with <a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://myscrap-e-life.blogspot.com">Brandy</a>)<br /><br />C - i'm fat. i wanna lose 50lbs.<br />B - if Jared can do it, so can we!<br />C- how much did he lose?<br />B - shit tons<br />C - really?<br />B - yeah the pants he holds up are always HUGE so, yeah, SHIT TONS!<br />C - how'd he do it?<br />B - eating Subway...<br />C - oh! JARED! omg. i'm such a dumbass. i thought you were talking about your husband!!! <br /><br />and then brandy laughed until her eyes watered.<br /><br />and on that note - i'm off to indulge in Two for Tuesday</span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1170668522263292092007-02-05T01:30:00.000-08:002007-02-05T01:42:02.390-08:00oh yeah, and i bought a new car!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/51717/IMG_6713.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/13655/IMG_6713.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Regis and Kelly are having a</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> contest for america's most beautiful babies... my mom wanted to enter laken. and here is the photo that was used... Downside? he's gonna win. how could he not?!<br />and i don't think i have time to jumpstart his modeling/child star career!<br /><br />hahaha</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/409234/IMG_6703.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/139055/IMG_6703.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">laken and i spent the afternoon playing<br />all so i could avoid actually cleaning my nasty house! i pulled out the camera and he loved it! so i gave him the tiny one to play with. can i just tell you that this is a kid after my own heart? (even if he IS looking through the wrong end of the camera...)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/523787/IMG_6706.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/987168/IMG_6706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">isn't this kid just way to cute?! this is me trying to get manual functions on the camera down pat. the f/1.8 is a little tricky when i throw in the flash! i LOVE this even though he's waaaaaay blown out! </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/997126/IMG_6706a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/400/914362/IMG_6706a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">this is a close up of the above photo. i'm not sure if you can see it or not, but if you look closely, you can see me in his eyeball!!! my whole body! and my ginormous flash and sphere! wicked awesome. i LOVE it!!!!<br /><br />ok. i have to go to bed now!<br /></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1170400557229345972007-02-01T22:51:00.000-08:002007-02-01T23:15:57.556-08:00just because i CAN!!!!sooooo. the good ol' camera is back! and let me tell you that three months of photo research and really dealing with this passion has been such a pain. and NOW i get to play again! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/333783/IMG_6509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/347357/IMG_6509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/337527/IMG_6548.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/739568/IMG_6548.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">the best part of a taco<br />is the grease<br />trust me on this one<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/210352/IMG_6459.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/168608/IMG_6459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/86138/IMG_6429.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/508935/IMG_6429.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/802753/welita2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/587741/welita2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />this is my gramma<br />she's such a faithful person<br />and i had intended to write this<br />well thought out<br />and eloquently spoken post<br /><br />but it's 1am<br />she prays<br />constantly<br />and i'll remember her for it</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/1600/welita.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/450039/welita.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />this is my favorite<br />but i'm a sucker for the black and white</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/216668/IMG_6501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/779377/IMG_6501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">i forgot how to use my canon<br />since the studio uses nikon<br />and i realized my shutter was<br />like 30 seconds<br />in Manual Mode<br />so this was a close up of my gramma's<br />rosary<br />and totally blurry<br />you can see the cross<br />i dunno... i kinda like it! </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/247385/IMG_6509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/629499/IMG_6509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/949688/IMG_6481.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/691010/IMG_6481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />the story behind this is<br />my gramma has jesus/god everywhere<br />i have a ton more photos of her house<br />and all her religious knacks<br />i'll post a link soon<br />but she has her Rosary (prayer beads)<br />collection overflowing!<br />she has one in ever purse (around 10)<br />and several on her bed<br />and has a little altar type thing with candles and rosaries<br />my MOM is named "Rosario" (rose-r-eo) which is spanish for rosary. <br /></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/397931/alison.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/398843/alison.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />and lastly, i got a new lens for my camera<br />it's a 50mm fixed lens<br />but can shoot at 1.8<br />this... this is the grand look<br />look how gorgeous that DOF is!!!<br />and that's my friend alison, aka my manager<br />also got a GARY FONG flash sphere<br />to help diffuse the harshness of flash<br />this is my camera at 50mm f1.8 and Canon 580ex with the fong sphere at ISO 400<br /><br />superb!<br />look for more pics to come now that i'm back in business!!!!<br /></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1169550856032077382007-01-23T03:12:00.000-08:002007-01-23T03:14:16.073-08:00just because it's 5am<span style="font-size:130%;">camera still isn't back<br />i have a Senior Session on the 4th<br />a wedding on the 10th<br />both are paid sessions<br /><br />let the stress begin...<br /><br /><br />P.S Girl Scout cookies are always on sale this time of year. first part of January. anyway. i'm down to Two Boxes.... time to hit 'em up STYLE!<br /></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1169273672093084722007-01-19T22:04:00.000-08:002007-01-19T22:14:32.136-08:00lookie lookie!!!<span style="font-size:130%;">Girl Scout Cookies are on sale<br />and on my ass now in the shape of 50 extra pounds<br />I got my business cards for the freelance gig i do<br />and realized i can't spell "approching"<br />i'm watching a Nick Nolte movie<br />and i don't know what it is<br />but i'm too lazy to change the channel<br /><br />I think i might scrapbook soon<br />So, I auditioned for another play<br />i did well<br />i didn't get it<br />Which, is honestly ok with me<br />i mean i'm sad<br />but a little relieved<br />mostly relieved<br />i tried<br />win some<br />lose some<br /><br />also got a new Lomography Fisheye Camera<br />best money i ever spent<br /><br />here's a little sample of the goods (and my photoshop skills)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/919863/laken.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/544001/laken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">oh and... if you are all into PS, they released CS3 and you can get the Beta at <a href="http://www.adobe.com">Adobe's Site</a><br /><br />oh em jee (omg)<br /><br />laken is drugged in this picture<br />he was sick<br />we were on our way to Cracker Barrell<br />for meatloaf<br /><br /><br />ok.<br />i'm tired</span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1168830845183267202007-01-14T18:59:00.000-08:002007-01-14T19:14:05.226-08:00where's the tylenol?<span style="font-size:130%;">no more kate and owen<br />still don't understand the Family Stone<br />You're the One that i Want - almost the best show on TV<br />60s music... it should run through my veins soon, hopefully<br /><br />right now... </span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_g0-xhVFIRs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_g0-xhVFIRs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">this makes me happy<br />he's so cute<br />and apparently, buff<br />i can't decided if i think he's hotter than his sister, Maggie<br /><br />the kid is sick<br />and uber clingly<br /><br />new words this week are "pwease" and "wheredgo" (where did it go?)<br /> "wawa" (water) "leche" (spanish for milk)<br /><br />i'm sure there are more<br />i want to travel<br />like, now<br /><br /><br />did sarah jessica parker just say "hold the phone"<br />wtf???<br />when did she go ghetto?<br /><br />also, if you have recently switched to blogger beta, i've lost your RSS feed on my blog lines. Michelle-O i can't find you girl...<br /><br />and, despite that i leave no comments. i do read. i know that you've all take photos of the things you love in your house. i know that you're keeping things fancy simple. i know that your obessesed with posters. that your friend is recovering from a driveby, that Hawaii was great, that you drive barefoot in mississippi, that people are talking shit about you on other sites (you self absorbed biotch), that your pictures are rawking ass... and i'm looking right here!!!, that you're waiting to travel with your snappy new luggage, and that your scrappy skills are making me sick but i'm glad you're enjoying the beer... and i love the new avatar!<br /><br />i love high heels<br />ok.<br />that's all<br /><br /><br /></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1168208506207280792007-01-07T14:00:00.000-08:002007-01-07T14:21:46.456-08:00yay! i love things...there are certain things i don't have<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">like a 26 inch waist</span><br />a trust fund<br />a song ready to sing for auditions next week<br />the scrappin' bug<br /><br />but, i do have a sense of humor<br />and that gets me through it all<br />tonight, i'm orderin' pizza (screw the carb protest)<br />and sitting on my couch to watch<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">You're the One that i Want</span><br />heck yes<br />cheese galore<br />and i'm not talking about the pizza! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/658490/Blogprincess.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/526222/Blogprincess.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i'm not saying there's anything wrong with Tiaras<br />if you're getting married<br />or you are, in fact, a princess<br /><br />i'm not saying there's anything wrong with<br />carrying around a magic wand either<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">... unless you're over the age of 5</span><br />this girl was celebrating her birthday<br />with the above mentioned<br />and it was ridiculous<br />she was so drunk<br />turned around and showed me $200 worth of<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">plastic necklaces </span>hanging from her neck<br />i was just trying to eat my salad<br />had to snap this shot of her<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/245585/Blogjacket.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/748084/Blogjacket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>went shopping today and picked up a couple of things<br />that felt nice<br />for once i got to shop for myself<br />this is the jacket i scored that will go great with jeans<br />i upped the contrast and levels, so it's a little different in real life<br />best part about this baby is the orange price tag<br />that would indicate "sale"<br />holla!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/532371/Blogscarfs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/432883/Blogscarfs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>also added to the scarf collection<br />because there is no such thing as<br />"too many scarfs"<br />or is it scarves?<br />whichever<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/963046/blogchucks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/605912/blogchucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>i love nothing more in the world than<br />laken-sized chucks!<br />heck yes!<br />he is the coolest kid in daycare right now<br />bet your ass he is!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/435587/blogchucks2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/993727/blogchucks2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>he even says "chucks"<br />loves 'em<br />and i couldn't be happier<br />i saw them and was giddy all the way up<br />to the cash register<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/530880/bloglakenpuzz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/32158/bloglakenpuzz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>laken has a violent temper<br />and a lack of patience<br />it concerns me<br />he gets frustrated at his toys<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">and kicks and screams</span><br />so we're working on take twos<br />or three's or four's<br />with patience<br />this was a quiet afternoon with the puzzles<br />if you ask him what a cat says ,<br />he says "NO!"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">... got a little more work to do with him... </span><br /><br />happy sunday y'all<br />i'm not ready for tomorrow<br />school starts up again in 8 days<br />15 hours this semester<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">buncha crap if you ask me...</span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1167723164175381272007-01-01T23:29:00.000-08:002007-01-01T23:32:44.216-08:00Counting Carbs, Counting Numbers, Counting the Days...atkins day two<br />argh<br />breakfast was eggs<br />lunch was peanuts<br />dinner was salad<br /><br />i can't be a fat ass anymore<br />just can't<br />i did atkins for over a year before<br />and i loved it<br />then i got knocked up<br /><br />so i'm returning<br /><br />and then....<br /><br />i sent my camera off for repairs<br />that makes me smile<br />because i know it's going to be on its way to me again<br />soon, hopefully<br /><br />no mail tomorrow<br />argh<br /><br />It's the new year - and here are my goals<br /><br />Be a better mom - i dunno if anyone is ever happy with their parenting - but i'm always going to strive for "better"<br /><br />Not be a fat ass anymore<br /><br />Surf less internet<br /><br />now... look how cute:<br /><br /><embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/Chriselda/LakenCounts.flv"></embed>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1167281815621252112006-12-27T20:31:00.000-08:002006-12-27T20:56:55.776-08:00how the hell did i lose $100 ????<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/640738/IMG_7198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/143723/IMG_7198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">awwww<br /><br />the holidays<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">it was all a blur</span><br />and not because i found a new appreciation for the Beam and coke...<br /><br />but because they were fast<br />charlie brown ornaments rawk<br />the camera is still broken<br />but fondue pots are so exciting<br />Pursuit of Happyness...<br />not so happy<br />since when does fresh prince do tear jerkers?<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">over $100 of mine disappeared</span><br />a handful of days before C-Day<br />gifts were few<br />and in small size when they were<br /><br />had to practice photographing bears in the studio<br />i'm not used to lighting<br />i hate flash<br />so bears it was<br /><br />laken cleaned up on the holidays<br />i have pictures<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">four of them </span><br />i hate not having my camera<br /><br />speaking of photography...<br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://amydeyoungphotographer.blogspot.com/">This girl </a>will knock your effin socks off!<br />where this tree picture came from<br />i could surf photography websites all day<br />i really could<br />i aspire...<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">oh i aspire... </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">it's almost oh seven<br />and i'm oh so ready to be done with oh six<br />for<br />the<br />reals<br /><br />because i'm bound and determined to have a better year</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >DAMMIT!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(but right now, my feet stink)</span></span><br /></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1166491700019119652006-12-18T17:27:00.000-08:002006-12-18T17:29:48.620-08:00random bo-bandom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/1042/hangover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/579217/hangover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>so ... it's been a crazy weekend! i had five shows in four days. not to mention work.<br /><br />The show is finally over. and i can breathe. and relax. and maybe find my bedroom floor!<br /><br />i'm not ready for Next Monday<br />at. all.<br /><br />Brynne came into town this weekend. those are always good times in the making. we went to a new club called "Le Chateau" They play all techno. i was standing there holding my cocktail, boppin' to the beat and this bouncer dude comes up and says "You can't drink on the dance floor." I just sat there really baffled because the whole club was a dance floor. i saw maybe four bar stools. so i just stood there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/461577/IMG_2114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/897219/IMG_2114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />nothing crazy to report about this weekend.<br /><br />I am beginning to think my new job, which requires me to work until 7 everyday, isn't worth it. i never pick my son up from daycare anymore.<br /><br />anyway...<br /><br />Laken woke up this morning at 3:55<br />i wasn't happy<br />he stayed awake for a couple of hours<br />and then passed out<br /><br />i however, stayed up and did this...<br /><br /><embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/Chriselda/ChristmasCarol.flv"></embed><br />yay me!<br /><br />have a good day!Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1166253906735855982006-12-15T23:22:00.000-08:002006-12-15T23:25:06.776-08:00wot? wot? BLIMEY!!!!i'm drunk and blogging<br />i needed tonight<br />in tjhe worst way psosibel<br />mainely becangues i've been sto stressed<br />and ebcause i can't spelll<br />i'm a light weight<br />i only had like the total of the neck of a smirnoff ice<br />and then i got woozy<br />and then a washing ton red appel<br />i'm told it's a shot<br /><br /><br />during intermission savannah and i ran across the street to a loval restauratt<br />that her family owns<br />a really upscale place<br />and we got some Jim bean in styrophoam<br />or is it styrofoam???<br />anyway...<br />we ran abck and were toy soldiers<br />made the second act soooooo mcuh better<br /><br />i needed tonight<br />just to remind me that i'm human<br />and we all fuck up sometimes<br /><br />and then we danced our asses off!Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1165975871572631872006-12-12T18:10:00.000-08:002006-12-12T18:11:11.630-08:00sometimes being alive just is not worth itJust this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1165389983243429512006-12-05T22:48:00.000-08:002006-12-05T23:26:23.790-08:00Make WORK your favorite! ok!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/807797/laundry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/816570/laundry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>argh<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">i hate laundry with a passion</span><br />it never goes away<br /><br />so i thought i would make this a picture loaded post<br />i won't be posting again for a while<br />boo hiss<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/600364/treeeee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/694224/treeeee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>since everyone is posting pics of their trees. here is mine. well, it's not MINE. it belongs to a friend. mine is too big to put in the house. so i had to put the teeny one up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/465874/belly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/892247/belly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>this ornament always makes me smile<br />i got this shortly after i had my Appendix out when pregnant<br />when i knew that laken was going to be my little fighter<br />a gift from my ex bosses<br />a pregnant snowchic<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">how sweet is that?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/906430/couch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/400308/couch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>lately i've been sleeping alot here<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and not in my bed</span><br />i need to desparetly get back in the swing of things. but right now it's hard. so i've been on the couch. either studying late. or just flat out passing out here. too exhausted to move all that laundry from the bed to the desk chair.<br /><br />here's laken watching <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Elf </span>for the gagillionth time this week. loves that movie.<br /><br />He's doing much better. had to get a Steroid Shot and a breathing treatment at the ER to help the croup.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/902235/baf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/969644/baf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and guess what we got today?<br />running water!<br />yippee!<br />and a bath<br /><br />i'm next<br />yes<br />130 am<br />and i'm gonna get in the shower<br />cause <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">i have a final at 9</span><br />and work at 10-7<br />and work meeting at 7<br />and finals thursday to start studying for<br />and an art paper to write<br /><br />at least Laken has all his ducks in a row....Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1165173693861972762006-12-03T11:03:00.000-08:002006-12-03T11:21:35.000-08:00there was more than one lobster at the Birth of Jesus Christ? DUH!<span style="font-size:130%;">just a wee bit random<br /><br />Happy Birthday to my Bestest Friend ever... <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">bRadley!</span><br />Happy Birthday to Barb!<br /><br />"could you put her hands on her breast... and massage them, please"<br />"I feel it in my fingers. I feel it in my toes..."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/250463/toes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/111182/toes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">If you haven't seen <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Love, Actually... </span>get to it.<br />because Love, Actually <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">IS </span>all around us.<br /><br />best.line.ever<br /><br />not to mention it has the two most gorgeous english men i know it in...<br /><br />Firth and Grant. yummo!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/515138/thin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/400/941192/thin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Sorry i couldn't find a bigger photo for this. But good GOD this is an excellent documentary. i've watched it twice. It's on HBO right now. It's a documentation of several girls at a center for<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"> eating disorders</span>. and just so great. Not because it's done so well. not because it's a punch in the stomach. but <span style="font-style: italic;">because</span> it's done so weel. and <span style="font-style: italic;">because </span>it's such a punch in the stomach. it really makes me want to research, volunteer, assist, run, whatever... whatever it is that you do when you are drawn to a cause. It used to just be Cancer. but now i feel the need to... DO SOMETHING. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i thought i'd start with the good this time.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Now, on the bad:</span><br /><br />Monday - took laken to the hospital<br />Tuesday - ok. maybe tuesday wasn't so bad after all<br />Wednesday - <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">MAJOR car issues</span><br />Thursday - lots of snow. school is cancelled. finals are missed. rescheduled for monday. ACK! puke after my Toy Soldier Dance scene in the play...<br />Friday - <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">pipes freeze in house. BUST. flood the garage with about an inch of water. </span><br />Saturday - get call from terrific landlord that they can't be repaired until they thaw. which means i have no running water in the house until... The <span style="font-style: italic;">WEATHER GETS BETTER! </span><br />Sunday - no show. it's a free day. but i have tons of laundry to do. and no water to do it with.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">i cried alot this week.</span> because i'm sick of it. tired of life's <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">one-two punch</span><br /><br />tomorrow's monday. and i have full faith that this next week can absolutely get worse before it gets better. i haven't showered in two days. now THAT'S something, right????</span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1164785846610004862006-11-28T23:08:00.000-08:002006-11-28T23:41:01.496-08:00CONSIDER THIS YOUR WARNING!!!!<span style="font-size:130%;">this week has started off promising.<br />Monday started off with needing to take laken to the doctor. only, his Doctor (a sorry excuse for a pediatrician) is on vacation <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">until December 5th.</span> Nobody should be allowed to take a two week vacation and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">close down their office.</span> Keep your PA there or your nurse practitioner. The Doc that is covering for mine, conveniently doesn't accept Laken's insurance. So i call the urgent care centers, the nasty ass clinic, the medical school here, and finally, i'm told "you should probably take him to the ER." and that was my only option. So we sat in the ER for almost five hours. my child is super smart. he understands the situation. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">And!!!! he has croup. </span> that's right. good ol' croup. the virus that has to run it's course. i'm so sick of hearing that. yeah. well... can it run it's course after xmas? i'll have time then.<br /><br />humidifier. check<br />vicks vapor rub. check<br />pedialyte. check<br />guilty conscience because i can't really BE there. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">more than check. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/383151/xmascarol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/846831/xmascarol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">now... onto the time sucker<br /><br />ok ok ok<br />i know you've had enough with the Christmas Carol talk. but we're in dress rehearsal. it's fan friggin' tastic!!! my director rawks all the time. i want inspiration like that. tomorrow is final dress rehearsal. this show is moving. funny. scary. entertaining. <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">tightly secured with black capri spandex.</span> and full of christmas fun. tongue in cheek<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/331369/brain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/197656/brain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i told you at the beginning of this post to consider this your warning. this my dear friends are <span style="font-weight: bold;">SHEEP'S BRAIN!!!</span><br /><br />and if you're not watching <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">3 lbs.</span> on TV. do it. tivo, dvr, vhs. get it done!<br /><br />anyway i got to play with brains today. and i only put this on here because i think everyone should be awarded this opportunity. honest. it's not only a learning experience. but something phenomenol in itself to know that you're holding the <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Control Panel for Kingdom Anamalia in your hands... It's very empowering.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /><br />.... and stinky<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/1600/771866/sheep%27s-brain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3386/1109/320/569737/sheep%27s-brain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">sheep have tiny brains. about a portion size worth of <span style="font-style: italic;">mashed potatoes.</span> frogs brains is about the size of the tip of your pinky. no lie.<br /><br />and ladies, <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">men actually do have bigger brains than females.</span> damnit! i don't even have a witty remark for that.<br /><br />anyway...<br /><br />enough of my rambling for the day!<br /><br /></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1164562476112525692006-11-26T09:15:00.000-08:002006-11-26T09:34:36.263-08:00only one thing could drag me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window!!!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">So I'm addressing a bit of something something. </span><br /><br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">The reason i protest word verification is because i feel as though if it takes me 45 seconds just to say something on your blog because i have to keep<span style="font-style: italic;"> RE-entering </span>the magic word... and because you'd rather put me and everyone else through THAT <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">just so you don't have to hit DELETE </span>when you get a spam comment... if you don't have time - neither do i. (i'm half serious, half sarcasm - <span style="font-weight: bold;">but mostly serious</span>)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">You'll shoot your eye out</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Thursday is the big day. and i'm starting to get sick. laken already has it. i'm worried. sounds very chest-y, his cough. i don't want to think <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">pnuemonia. </span> but i do. 'Tis the season to be sick...<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I made <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Struessled Sweet Potato Casserole</span>, two Cherries Jubilee Ice Cream Pies, and breaded and baked Zucchini Chips for Turkey Day. and i only brough home<span style="font-weight: bold;"> empty dishes.</span> that makes me smile. and once again... Thank you Rachel Ray and Cooking Light Magazine. (speaking of... if Cooking Light recipe calls for low fat vanilla ice cream, and i rush out and buy Blue Bell Homeade Vanilla (full fat)... <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">am i still cooking light??</span>)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">my son decided to grow up. I'm not liking it</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">finals this week. on top of everything else.</span> i'm glad. glad to be done.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">i miss my camera<br /></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1164175912740054862006-11-21T22:00:00.000-08:002006-11-21T22:11:52.783-08:00BAH HUMBUG!!!!!<span style="font-size:130%;">Wed - work/rehearsal <span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm booked 10am-11pm</span><br />thurs - turkey/stuffing/pumpkin pie/ two hour episode of Grey's - nuf said<br />Fri- work/ rehearsal <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm booked 10am-11pm</span><br />Saturday - work 10-2 and then again from 5-10 <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">(have also scheduled some breathing...)</span><br />Sunday - church/lunch/Rehearsal<br /><br />this sunday we start Hell Week!!! we'll be there sunday through saturday evening next week! That's 6 days!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> that's 24 hours of Christmas cheer. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">BAH FRIGGIN HUMBUG! </span><br /><br />i'm not a christmas person. my tree HAS been up for a week now. but only because i won't have time any time soon. better early than never. <br /><br />The show opens 9 days from today! Choreographer added a whole new waltz today! ok. i'm not a dancer. in any <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">way. shape. or. form. </span>but. good news? my partner rawks the kasbah!<br /><br />New job is FANTASTICAL-like! i am lurving it! 100% I am having a blast. <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> i have to nix the high heels.</span> and that makes me sad. i get to do sales presentations tomorrow? would you believe me if i told you i was a fast learner? <br /><br />Rachel Ray is great. she won the Iron Chef competition last week. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Giada who? </span> I've cooked a couple of times this week. I feel like such a grown up.<br /><br />now if i can just keep the city from shutting my water off every week........ </span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1164035300961092582006-11-20T07:01:00.000-08:002006-11-20T07:08:21.013-08:00Free at Last, i'm FREEEEEEEE at last!!! Thank God Almight I'm Free At Last!if you have a<span style="font-weight: bold;"> power outage.</span> or a problem with your electic bill....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >DON'T CALL ME !! There's not much i can do. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/Chriselda/PhotoBuff.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /></a> <br /><br />I am the new photographer at <a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://thephotostore.com">The Photo Store!!! </a><br /><br />this place is phenomenol. we have a great outdoor studio complete with an old truck in it! and i'm so happy. so very happy! <br /><br />Walked in Friday morning.<br />filled out an app<br />talked to a manager<br />came back for a second interview after lunch<br />met the owners<br />got the job<br /><br />best part of the entire interview? <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"We encourgage you to have a little artistic liberty"</span><br /><br />(... well, that and <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">"We love to give bonuses here!"</span>)<br /><br />Anyway - today's the first day!Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1163656020581141022006-11-15T21:36:00.000-08:002006-11-15T21:47:00.650-08:00hey, thanks!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">this has been a crap week</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">no pun intended. i got the plumbing fixed. its starting to smell better in the household. not by much though. rehearsals are <span style="font-style: italic;">sucking ass right now.</span> the show opens in 15 days! argh! <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">i wear leggings.</span> i'm cool like that. apparently i'm a single mom in the play. but, i'm a rich woman. so that's nice. maybe i'm independently wealthy like miss<a href="http://jimmychoo.com"> Jimmy Choo! </a> also wore fuzzy slippers to lunch at <a href="http://www.basildocspizzeria.com/html/amarillo.htm">Basil Docks</a>, a little pizzeria in town, and faked a choking scene in hopes that the <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">FLY</span> guy sitting next to us was a doctor and would give a little mouth to mouth. nope. he's a realtor. not that we conversed. but because <span style="font-style: italic;">eavesdropping</span> is a great way to find out about the person you're semi-stalking at lunch.<br /><br />i'm about to watch the finale of <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Dancing with the Stars</span>. i'm on pins and needles.<br /><br />and last but not least:<br /><br />i got this from <a href="http://elsieflannigan.blogspot.com">Elsie's </a>blog:<br /></span><br /><center><table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="410"><br /><tr height="20"><td></td></tr><br /><tr><td align="center"><img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-chriselda-10-1-12.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /></td></tr><br /><tr height="20"><td></td></tr><br /><tr><td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"><a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114">'What will your obituary say?'</a> at <a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;">QuizGalaxy.com</a></td></table></center><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">how friggin' depressing is that?<br />this is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo true<br />if you don't believe me, just pull up any of my archives over to the right and have a looksee.<br />i'm going to die a tormented and miserable death.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">BAH HUMBUG!</span></span></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1163515479724887852006-11-14T06:15:00.000-08:002006-11-14T06:44:40.136-08:00don't say i didn't tell you so<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/1600/IMG_1890.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/320/IMG_1890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Look who's a big boy now!!!</span><br />Laken upgraded his bed.<br />he likes it<br />no iss. whatsoever!<br />i don't believe in weening things like this<br />no toddler bed - just straight to the twin.<br />now i just need to get him some sheets<br />and down with Cars, Nemo, or any other cartoon<br />we're going with something else. <br />i can't make my house look like a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Pottery Barn Catalog</span><br />if we're going to use Disney<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">In other news -</span><br />remember back on <span style="font-weight: bold;">October 25th </span>i had told you i had to call the plumber to come out because my house was smelling of a little <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">funk deFunk?</span> yeah. so i called their asses for a week straight and nothing. at first it was just the smell. the <span style="font-weight: bold;">second week i could barely use the toilet. </span> and the water was backed up in the tub. Not only did this piss me off, but it made it extremely difficult to bathe the child at night. can we say he had some serious <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">musk</span> going on??? He was getting a bath every two days - poor thing. I would have to take him to the aunt's or to the paternal units' home 20 miles outside of town. it was a pain!<br /><br />so i call every day for <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">OVER A WEEK.</span> nothing. they finally come out last week after i told her i hadn't paid rent because they suck. they finally came out after i <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">threatened to call the housing authority.</span> Seriously, people would walk in the house and almost pass out from the stench! it was horrible! i can't even describe it. and this is how i lived for <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">almost a month!!!</span> and i kept calling. and it kept getting worse.<br /><br />i know i'm a good story teller and all. and you know i'm an aspiring actress, Mr. Landlord. but when i tell you i would rather wear my son's <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">dirty diaper </span>over my face than have to smell whatever it is that's<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> stewing in my pipes,</span> i'm being serious. i'm not exaggerating. i think there is a SERIOUS problem.<br /><br />so they come out. and what do they find? that one of the pipes under the house that goes out to the sewer <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">has busted. </span> what i smell is sewer gas. that i have a small lake under my house of said water. that everytime i flush the toilet,<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> it all stays under the house.</span> LOVELY. so he goes out to the back yard to the sewer line. releases the cap and it <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">..... BUSTS ......</span> all over the backyard. he's all worked up now. and then realizes that the sewer main is now broken and needs to be replaced. pressure build up's a bitch. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">so guess what's all over my backyard ?? </span> yup. and then he comes in (as if nothing) and tells me not to put toilet paper in the toilet because whatever i put IN the toilet will wind up in my back yard until he gets it all fixed. I make a swooping motion with my hand over my stomach, <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Everything??? As in Poo??"</span> Nods yes. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Mother F$%#$@!!!! </span><br />so there's a baggie of used toiley tiss. hanging on the bathroom door. it's official. <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I'm ghetto! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So, here's to you oh wise Landlord</span><br />Before you buy a property, send out an inspector so that you're not getting calls from a tenant everyday about crap in the house that's going wrong. <br /><br />and when a tenant calls and says, I think i have a sewer issue. by golly - <span style="font-weight: bold;">GO TO THE HOUSE NOW!!!! </span>drop all that you are doing and get there. because had you come out on <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">October 25th,</span> when i initially called, you probably wouldn't have found a lake of sewage. you probably wouldn't have a busted sewer main. and you probably wouldn't be doing this to my backyard right now to replace it!!! <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">you probably could've saved yourself over $3000 in repairs!!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/1600/IMG_1899.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/320/IMG_1899.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/1600/IMG_1900.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/320/IMG_1900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">... but then again. i'm just a lowly tennant. what do i know?</span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1163090576925021782006-11-09T08:38:00.000-08:002006-11-09T08:42:56.973-08:00i've had it up to... HEREif you have that <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">damn word verification</span> on your blog<br />from<br />this<br />day<br />forward... i refuse to comment on your blog. i just spent 45 valuable seconds trying to figure out what the jumble of letters were. and mind you, when i finally did... <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">they were not a WORD! </span><br /><br />i scream horrible expletives (that my son will inevitably repeat to his teacher )EVERY time!!! <br />i never get it right on the first try! <br />and then when you hit the wheelchair (for the see-ing impaired - i can't rarely decipher the <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">braille</span> either. and that's ONLY IF the robotic voice feels like talking)<br /><br />so... i'm protesting!<br /><br />oh yeah - HI BRYNNE!!!Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12864760.post-1162970929497490872006-11-07T22:48:00.000-08:002006-11-07T23:28:50.186-08:00is it fixed yet?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/1600/2560727-lg.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/200/2560727-lg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/1600/2560733-lg.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/1600/2560754-lg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/200/2560754-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/1600/sing.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/1109/200/sing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />These are a few shots from a couple of years ago. You can see the rest of them <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://chriseldaphotography.photosite.com">HERE</a><br />some of you have already seen these. these are fairly unedited. good times. i went to the <a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.theburdenbrothers.com/index.htm">Burden Brothers</a> concert and due to the size of my lens (teehee) i was able to climb on stage and get some really cool shots. 99% of event photography depends on me acting like i'm supposed to be there! Anyway, i miss my camera. so i'm paying tribute. <br /><br />If you don't have any of their music, please get some now. Especially It's a Beautiful Night. It makes me smile. So does Dirty Sanchez. <br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://imagingusa.org">Imaging USA</a> is in January and i'm soooooo eager to go. <br /><br />If you're bored (ahem, <a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="www.islandgirljen.blogspot.com">Jen</a>) and like photography, i urge you to check out the following:<br /><br /><a href="http://eyemotor.com">Christoper McLallen</a><br /><a href="http://timothydevine.com">Timothy Devine </a>(interesting compositions here)<br /><a href="http://kirk-edwards.com">Kirk Edwards</a><br />and my new favorite <a href="http://www.boutwellstudio.com/">Boutwell Studios</a><br /><br />*************************************<br />things that proved the full moon today:<br /><br />Texas is apparently not so Kinky<br />Plumbers came to the house and said "Wow! you got a sewage LAKE! under here"<br />Said plumbers found my Massengil (how's THAT for embarrasing)<br />Random truck in parking lot BACKFIRED on me!<br />Paternal Unit almost justified Rush Limbaugh's nasty comments about Michael J. Fox. Then continued to tell me that he didn't support stem cell research. GASP!<br /><br />friggin' Conservative Republicans<br /></span>Just this Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342326653630476710noreply@blogger.com8