tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13294059566245294712024-03-13T03:35:06.331-04:00Insatiable HostThe Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-6580307824012223982012-07-25T23:59:00.001-04:002012-07-25T23:59:23.609-04:00Make way for the parade..<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">A parade</span>!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Make way for the parade...the parade...the parade of aaaaasssssssssholessssss!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Have I got a story for you! I may perhaps be on a slight <span style="font-size: x-large;">mission</span> with this one here but there are only few things that truly get under my skin...the first of which is <span style="font-size: large;">lying</span>. It's ugly and gives wrinkles so don't do it! the second is <span style="font-size: x-large;">disrespect</span> and <span style="font-size: x-large;">ignoring</span> people - there are two things but they annoy me equally as such and if you're ignoring someone or me, it's disrespectful and lastly...it's </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I think that parents are disgusting for the most part. I don't have perfect children and I am imperfect myself. I have flaws and I make mistakes...I feed my kids popcorn and ice cream cake for dessert....this only has happened once so don't call CAS on me or anything but it's true....I didn't write the rule book because if I did, we would be allowed to drink out of the carton of milk, swear like sailors but rather than the kids hear our F-bombs they would hear whining in their ears so they knew how painful it was to listen too....BUT, my point that I am trying to make, <span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>I am not an asshole parent.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">ODG (oldest daughter girl) wants to call her friend - we'll call her <span style="font-size: large;">Bianca</span> because that's a pretty snotty name - so I say sure, give her a call. I know this is code for I want to plan a play date but I'm not an asshole so it's all good. Bianca and ODG talk for a bit and I hear the climax of the conversation - the part I dread for the most part - "put your mommy on the phone and I'll get mine...". She does have the cutest puppy dog eyes and was so excited to speak with Bianca (who's mom probably be-dazzles her acid wash jacket) that I couldn't flat out say I don;t want to talk with her... so I get on the phone with my vanilla cupcake voice "hello, this is the best mother of the year, nice to meet you!" the voice on the end sounds like Deloris from the diner with her ciggy hanging out of her mouth...grumbly..raspy...like <span style="font-size: large;">Marg Simpson</span>. it's harsh and rude....it is unwelcoming....I hate it instantly. "ugh, so what are these girls doing" Marg asks while lighting up her 4 cigarette in a row. "well they were looking to have a play date and I wasn't sure of your family's schedule, so I am unsure what would work." instantly Marg answers me and says "well, like during the day or what?" no you asshole, at night..the first time I want your bedazzled kid at my house is for a sleepover so I can listen to her cry about how horrible you are....no you jack ass.. during the day! "yes, that would be best for Sophia, during the day; but we weren't sure what dates worked for you" This was me icing the cake....you know when you swirl the creamy delicious spread all over the cake? Ya, that was me...patronizing as it was, I was laying my fake-voice on her. What alarms me is how responsive Marg is to my fake-ness... "well, I don't work so I am free whenever, <strong>ugh, do YOU. WORK?"</strong> Yes Marg Simpson, "I work full time" you half-wit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Right that moment in time, I lost it. I couldn't believe that I have just been down talked by a parent who bedazzles! Fuck you Marg Simpson! I work a full time job because I got knocked up 3 fucking times by my husband while I was tipsy each and every time! I work because I can't afford to bedazzle my kids things and I work because its the 20th fucking century and <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>shit is expensive</strong></span>. I couldn't believe her disgust while asking me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">She literally thought at that point that I wanted a late-night play date with her child and clearly the lady doesn't believe in active listening because I had said 3 times, perhaps on a weekend. Anyhow, she tells me that she is open aside from a few days where plans had been made. Then she proceeded to ask if I have a pass for some pool near us, because she got one for her daughter because that is where the <strong>cool kids</strong> hang out...<br /><br />Another amazing comment from this lady's mouth.<br /><br />I believe that parents make their children who they are as adults and as of this moment in my life it is fairly ok to say, that Marg's parents are assholes too. I feel so bad for Bianca and her closet full of bedazzled clothes. I mostly feel bad for ODG as I don't know how to break it <span style="background-color: yellow;">to</span> her that <strong>her friend's mom is a bit of a douche</strong> and I don't want her hanging out with her.<br /><br />Not only did she down talk the fact I work, but why do you get your kids a pass somewhere so they can be "where the cool kids are"? Seriously, <strong><span style="font-size: large;">why perpetuate Mean Girls - the sequal??</span></strong><br /><br />I think that I handled myself well...I just spread that icing all over and when I was finished, I said "it was such a pleasure talking with you, thank you for your time". She quickly responded "yeah...oh ya, thanks, great too. Let's get together to talk about the kids..." I didn't hesitate and I do believe that auto-pilot took over and responded for me because I remember thinking "no thank you" but I didn't recall saying it until I looked at ODG who was awestruck by my incredible-ness...this also could have been the face of utter humiliation - but either way I was something!<br /><br />I had to take a day to get through my emotions about this parent and how she talked to me. I couldn't penalize ODG for the choice in her friend's parents' so instead I had a conversation with her today about assholes and asshole parents. I explain that I wouldn't ever tell her who to hangout with...but if I felt that someone demonstrated unacceptable ways, views or activities, that I would interfere. I also told her that you can't choose your family....lord knows life would have been really different if this were the case.. but that you can't so no matter what I have to say, just know that you're loved so much by mommy and daddy...<br /><br />She looked concerned, like I was taking away something from her but I calmed her nerves before I spoke. I informed her that her friend's mom is an asshole plain and simple. I told her that while her mother may be one, her friend Bianca may not be...sometimes it skips a generation that asshole gene. I let her know why I didn't feel it appropriate to continue a converesation with Marg Simpson. ODG looked up at me and says, <strong><span style="font-size: large;">"no mom, it doesn't skip a generation, Bianca can be an asshole too!"</span></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I don't feel bad that I haven't called them today and I don't feel bad that Iam not going to do anything but relax this weekend rather than drive all over for one kid to go here and another to go there and ODG to go to the asshole's house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Thank you jebus for letting this parent be an asshole! I was beginning to wonder if I was being overly harsh in my thoughts...but I am not!! There truly are a lot of asshole parents out there.</span>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-42251635542546151372012-07-21T01:07:00.002-04:002012-07-21T01:07:40.621-04:00Drama Queen<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">so i have been reviewing some of my drafted posts and wonder why I didn't publish or finish these darn things...<br /><br />this here, from 2011 the week before my birthday... I think I had a case of the "who's gonna show up to my party" or something because what actually happened was one of the most amazing nights in my life...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I wonder, how many of you enjoy your birthday?!? Is it because you have time with your family or friends? Do you party like a rock star? What has been the best birthday you can imagine? I bet it was your 30th....people always do amazing things for big celebrations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Being a New Year's baby, I have grown up hating my birthday. Not what it stands for - that I actually really enjoy...but the fact that it's right after Christmas makes your celebration feel less like your birthday and more like a Saturday after drinking...Oh! Wait...this year it was. Being a New Years Baby also means that the night before your birthday, everyone is partying and getting shit-faced. And by everyone, I mean...literally everyone! Your birthday consists of only Chinese Restaurants being open and gas stations...not so much in the gourmet department but as far as Twinkies and Cantonese Chow Mein, it's amaz-balls. It means that if you were to really celebrate your birthday, someone would have to really go all the way to do something...this is known as planning ahead. Like mentioned before, planning ahead could really benefit from how amazingly convenient my birthday likes being as again, its on the same day as every year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I recall when I turned 17, my friends and I all went into Toronto and rented a hotel room. We drank waaaaaaaaaaaay too much, we partied at Nathan Philips Square, swam on the roof top pool that was indoor/outdoor and had a friggen blast!! That was really the last birthday that I can recall where something special happened and where I was completely amazed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">It doesn't really take a hotel room to make me appreciative; but I asked you what your favourite birthday was, so I figured I would share also. My 30th was really just another day...on the actual day. Nothing out of the ordinary - just time with my family. I did manage to plan a dinner out with our friends too though, so that was fun and full of amazing food! This year was the same....sort of. I didn't get to spend any time with Mr. Insatiable as he had to work after I did....but there hasn't been any plan for dinner or anything. This year I kind of threw the towel for the planning department.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I find myself a little emotional right now as I feel that I have planned my ass off for the last while....To me, each celebration is something to really acknowledge...birthdays, father's day, holidays and successes. I fear that my husband feels differently...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">While I know that his schedule is somewhat horrible and not allowing of many days off or a lot of vacation time, perhaps 365 days is enough time to figure something out..no?<br /><br />INSERT FOOT HERE!!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Reflection over bitches...what the hell was I thinking. Perhaps I had proved my point...maybe the SEXSTRIKE was worth the agony? Who knows but what I do know is this:<br /><br />My husband knows how to surprise his woman. New Years Eve, was a blast. One of my friends had people over, so I went there as Mr. Delicious worked. We had several brands of cocktails - Christmas Beer (which if I can interject was FUCKING disgusting), strawberry wine and other goodies. There were games and rock-band and cupcakes from dear friends. There was also an amazing amount of time laughing and a surprise that Mr. Delicious actually came via cab to the party afterwards.<br /><br />I don't remember being that drunk in a long long time and I do know that it was amazing. I had one of the greatest nights ever, and it was only just beginning. The party died down (well, not really, they are rockstars, I couldn't hang....I was wobbling and was a hot mess in the waiting so I took my que and asked Mr. D to hail a cab). Anyhow, I remember going home and that was about it...<br /><br />Next day I wake up and feel every hair on my head and see every ray of light....I'm blind!! Kill me!!! is this what purgatory is like?? No jackass this is a hangover...and yes, it's 5:30 am and your kids are waking you the fuck up!!!!! The funny thing is that this time it was different...Mr. D had gotten up and had asked the kids to go away and play while mommy slept.<br /><br />The next thing I knew it was around 3 in the afternoon and a coffee was handed to me along with a beautiful card and the kids told me that they would see me later as they were going for a sleepover. WHAT??? where are you going I asked...but they just looked at me with big grins of missed matched teeth and told me to mind my own business.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I was almost cured from the temporary blindness and scolding headache by 6pm and Mr. D looks at me and says that while he loves me, if I don't shower he will likely divorce me for funking like death...so I take his que and wash the hangover off of me. I think that the shower lasted about 45 minutes in super hot water because even now when thinking back, I am relaxing as I am typing....anyhow, I have my shower and get dressed and make my way downstairs and I was greeted with a glass of wine and was told to sit down and enjoy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">What is going on here?<br />Sit? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Why, are you scolding me?<br /><br />Really, I am not fucking good at surprises or being told to sit there and not do anything but I am also a Capricorn so while I have my own way of doing things properly, I also don't want to make people unhappy and am a perfectionist so I sit. I sat and drank my wine and allowed the cup to be replenished time and time again by my handsome <strike>man-slave</strike> er...husband and I sit there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I was getting quite bored with just sitting there so I asked if I could do anything... no response... I hear things banging around and I faintly hear music in the background like my headphones were on or something but it wasn't me....you see Mr. D was in the kitchen cooking for us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Fresh made linguine with beautiful alba truffles that he had bought just for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ya I am fucking serious...the man loves me for sure....he was making a beautiful dinner for just the two of us and I was in the bag already! God it was glorious!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I returned to my sitting while doing nothing and tried to remain occupied by reading, flicking the TV stations but I couldn't rest at ease..I wanted to jump in and help. No matter my resistance, Mr. Delicious was adamant about my participation...telling me to just relax and enjoy it was almost ready...and I would ruin the surprise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">SURPRISE!!!!?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">For me? I had never had a surprise before. What was the surprise? Will I be surprised?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Literally this is what was going through my head...I think I felt like a puppy must whenever they see a bone for the first time... bone bone bone bone bone bone...squirrel!!! anyhow, so I sat there wagging my tail waiting for my surprise.<br /><br />I hear the final touches of the pasta being tossed in the goods and plating begins. Fresh bread, a lovely pasta and more wine. Yes, I am a lush - especially when I am hung over and fucking hungry. We sat together for what seems like days in the quiet of our house (which was a matter of 30 minutes while we ate) and he leans over to tell me of the surprise...<br /><br />"I wanted you to know that even though I tend to shit the bed a lot when it comes to putting you first...and I want you to know that it stops here. You always take care of the kids and me and you have to know that even though I can't ever execute it properly you are always my first thought...so this year I listened and did it right! I gave you what you wanted...a clean house, full of peace and quiet and some time for you and I."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Man oh Man do I love him!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">He did listen...it was as if I was the Grinch hearing that Christmas song by the townspeople....as if my heart was melting and growing bigger and bigger with each word. I couldn't believe it! He did this for me...I was put first in his books and he showed me how...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Words cant express how that made me feel and even now as I am almost 8 months past, I am emotional thinking how lucky I was to have such a special night with my husband...and that wasn't it. No sir, this man pulled out all the stops...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">candles in our room...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">a beautiful guitar and </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Yes, Mr. Delicious had been planning for months with my sister to have her and I go on a girls weekend in my favorite city! <br /><br />Squeeeeeee!!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Yes...almost 8 months ago, my husband showed me how important I am to him by giving me one of the most magical nights ever...and a great gift that he and my sister shared...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So today...I look like a giant ass for writing what I did I guess...perhaps I am a genius...maybe he knew what I was feeling, how I felt neglected and ignored...like the shitty end of the stick or the bottom of the totem pole...yet, today, I also get to remember and appreciate the things he does for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Things have been incredible with my husband for some time. We have learned to work through the worst of every day together because if you don't you're left with a pile to sort out later and no one wants to. We are able to enjoy each others company and have started to value and appreciate (even more than before) the fact that our best friend is the person we married. It certainly takes time to get here...and a hell of a lot of life; however, now that I am here...I couldn't be happier.<br /><br />Anyhow, I better go, as I speak Mr. Delicious is reading about Mr. Grey so perhaps I may get to be "appreciated" even more...</span><br />
<br /></div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-24568772778062516552012-07-18T23:29:00.002-04:002012-07-18T23:29:28.860-04:00Forever After<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Occasionally, I write...sometimes it's poetry other times its a song. I wrote the a while back but feel like now that I have grown from this, I can share. To my husband of 9 years and best friend for over 1/2 my life, Mr. Delicious, you give me a Forever After to look forward to. I love you with everything that I am and everything that I have...I am yours forever and always. (aw)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">How can we get together again</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Be best friends till the end</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Take a chance on forever and</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Wind up happily ever after</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ever after</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Don't</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></div>
<div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Rush to judge this</span></div>
<div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Take every word in and let your heart lead you to me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Just try to let me in</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Don't walk away in anger</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Don't give up on our ever after</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Let me in</span></div>
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</span></div>
<div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;">
<span style="background-color: white;">How can we get together again</span></div>
<div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Be best friends till the end</span></div>
<div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Take a chance on forever and</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></div>
<div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Wind up happily ever after</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></div>
<div style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Ever after</span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white;">I guess that's how the story goes</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Let it be and well see what unfolds</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I just want forever after</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Our happily ever after</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ever after</span></div>
</span></span></pre>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-52504061609330808332012-07-15T22:58:00.000-04:002012-07-15T22:58:18.218-04:00What kind of girl are you?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"What kind of girl are you mommy?" she asked me. I didn't know how to respond so feeling my age an advantage I counter her question with "what kind of girl are you?" Befuddled she looks down at her feet for quite some time figuring out the right words to enunciate just what kind of girl she was. Her feet tapped in the puddles and her fingers twiddled round and round until I saw the light bulb pop atop her head. Her eyes met mine with a grin from ear to ear. Casually she answers "the kind of girl who tastes like chocolate chip cookies and smells like vanilla beans. I'm the kind of girl who runs in the rain until you tell me to stop and I am also the kind of girl who hears a song on the radio and can't help but dance." She stood proud, revelling in her profound declaration...she smiled with her whole body.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This was from my 8 year old today.
What the hell? Did she literally just look at me and sum up her entire 8-year old self when I cant look inside of me and tell if I am hungry??!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">How on earth did she do this? This little creature who started out as the product of a killer dress, new hair cut and a body shaking orgasm is my daughter. My 8 year old daughter who is so curious and inquisitive has the capacity to think so clearly about herself. How did she become so sure? Where did she learn to be so free? </span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Naturally, I would immediately think <em>"from her mother...duh?"</em> but I really don't know... I am no longer that confident. I am not that 20 something savvy bitch who can handle her gin and tonics like they were vitamin water...I am also not that sure that I smell like chocolate chips or vanilla beans although that would be fantastic. So would smelling like sunshine and lollipops...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am truly blessed to have been given such wonderful children. Kids who have imaginations that are bright with HD colour and who's daydreams are way wackier than the remake of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I hope that in the future I get the chance to be completely surprised by my kids creativity and genius. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I get slightly emotional in thinking back to that smile she gave me..that soft giggle she carries in her voice...the low rasp in her tone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Although I don't always understand you..you have always brought laughter to my
heart. Always march to your beat, not the beat of others; soon enough you will
see others marching to yours. Go make your own music, fill the air with your
spirit, passion and kindness. </span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Wow...aren't I a lucky gal?</span>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-69967430054677977342012-07-14T22:49:00.002-04:002012-07-14T22:49:54.364-04:00I didn't literally shit the bed...<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Dear Diary, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Today I have got to tell you something - it's pretty fucking big - so keep your mouth shut. Its really only you that I talk to about these things - you know...the really good juicy deets that keep me ticking - and I know you have a tendency of running your mouth whenever you get the chance....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Anyhow Diary, today I realized that I have shit the bed on my blog. No I didn't literally shit the bed; although that is a much easier mess to clean I would suspect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">It's been nearly 6 months since I have posted and I truly feel like I should be punished. No, you sick fucks, not like in some 50 Shades of Grey type way...well...not for something like this... but I feel there should be some sort of recourse for my lack of attention.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I haven't got the foggiest of ideas why I have let this slide... you really are the only thing that I actually have done for myself aside from shave my legs, occasionally get my hair done and drink wine so WHY.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">WHY the FUCK have I let YOUdown?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Who knows Diary. I am a shitty human being. A horrible friend... GAD I'm a failure...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Ok, I'll stop the dramatics I think it's the wine talking anyhow...you know me, I am a hard-ass without emotion... lol.. ya, right. Ok, I'll stop the bull shit too I guess. I really don't know what happened though, I feel that I need to make it up to you though.. and to those few people who occasionally pass by this dump to see if I have a pulse or not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Things that have changed are the fact that I dropped the Panty Pyramid... that was weight that was on my ass that I didn't need - I have enough of that already. I sincerely wanted to thank those people who had participated and who thought it was fun. It really was - I got to meet a lot of new people that way and pimped out some gitch... woo hoo!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Other things that have changed....me. I feel like a new person. No,I haven't had surgery or anything...<strike>shesh you haven't changed much i see</strike>. I have been skating through life lately with a decent amount of sass and happiness. Seistor, is getting married in less than 4 months and naturally I am the matron of honor (obviously because I am incredible) and I couldn't be happier. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Kids - Thing 1, 2 & 3 are all incredible. They still piss me off on a daily and drive me to drink but I have found solace in the fact that this is why I had them<strike>...so they can empty the dishwasher and bring me bonbons, </strike> Er, I mean, so that I can nurture them and teach them life skills... right?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Mr. Insatiable - aka Mr. Delicious has been keeping busy too. Work has had him busy but with a purpose and I feel that as he has had the chance to take time for himself and his family, he is much better... more Delicious if you will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Me..the host...well... I am still over weight - at least over my preference - and am working on that part. I am tanned - and look pretty great though - a week in the sun will do that to ya...and I am feeling pretty good. Work has been going great and as of August I'll be able to apply for my sabbatical...yes, a whole month off paid!! Yippee!!! Other than the wedding stuff that is upcoming, I am pretty organized and fan-fucking-tastic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Anyhow, I hope that this can be the beginning of a new friendship Diary. I am sorry that I deserted you and left you to be pimped out and gang banged but I think that if you can forgive me I'll be able to remain focused on myself as per the usual...if you'll let me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Can we still be friends?</span></div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-40510896142559816642012-01-02T00:15:00.000-05:002012-01-02T00:15:08.466-05:00Twentytwelve<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Th-HjT-kvss/TwE7Aw-jAFI/AAAAAAAAAvA/PlTAYC4ygSY/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Th-HjT-kvss/TwE7Aw-jAFI/AAAAAAAAAvA/PlTAYC4ygSY/s400/2012.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i wish for you all to have a wonderful year.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">i wish for you all to find one thing that makes you so happy; that you love doing or have always wanted to do...embrace it! take chances, fall in love...laugh out loud or stand up and scream. gamble on life, roll the dice its your year!!! </span></div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-24528047128200544252011-12-17T12:24:00.000-05:002011-12-17T12:24:00.267-05:00Sigh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxoQRrXmxak_lwQNH8aAlCabvFF_2-51iimrn8-XzkjrfD6LwyGlGv4NIU2EKJdOvX_DjJOYIubkM9n2_qUfMoMNYMYdXhvJlvGGP2e62l48UHxIQpx29MjKxdymHdNoRDTgDA8f8WBG0/s1600/face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxoQRrXmxak_lwQNH8aAlCabvFF_2-51iimrn8-XzkjrfD6LwyGlGv4NIU2EKJdOvX_DjJOYIubkM9n2_qUfMoMNYMYdXhvJlvGGP2e62l48UHxIQpx29MjKxdymHdNoRDTgDA8f8WBG0/s1600/face.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I want to grow up and be happy;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I want to feel young and walk proud.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I want to age and feel graceful;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Not to walk under this cloud.</i></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I want to dance in your sunshine;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I want to walk in your smile.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I want to hold on to your heartbeat;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>No to feel cast aside.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>When moments turn to minutes;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>And days turn to night.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I want to hold you close to me;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I don't care who's right.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>*sigh*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Whisper your thoughts to me;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Tell me all of your fears.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Don't push me away from you;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>You will drive me to tears.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Life passes by daily;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Slipping through our hands.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Grab each moment you're given;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Or alone is where you will stand.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>*sigh*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-50083014895271586172011-10-30T19:38:00.000-04:002011-10-30T19:38:53.428-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyqrI2slh3xhanV76hK3_wEyfVJdHYdhEUbIRiPBk2F5a1VD0ga1h168rbLZlPMH-VCGONXMazqDzPz-jOFMZOnLhWuQH957NmoX4t3SEVEOBug9LRpjD0-R8B8rjqqqK9wB-15sJBQk/s1600/Danon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyqrI2slh3xhanV76hK3_wEyfVJdHYdhEUbIRiPBk2F5a1VD0ga1h168rbLZlPMH-VCGONXMazqDzPz-jOFMZOnLhWuQH957NmoX4t3SEVEOBug9LRpjD0-R8B8rjqqqK9wB-15sJBQk/s400/Danon.jpg" width="353" /></a></div><br />
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Its been a while since we've talked and I am not sure if you even want to still but I figured I would be the adult here for once and I would talk first.<br />
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I am slowly getting back to writing daily and its nice to say that I have had some inspiration as of late. <br />
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I had many hilarious things to talk about then I got started on a new mix for my ipod. <br />
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Its incredibly difficult to make a mix for any occasion but the one that I am considering will take me a few days. You know those mixes that let you sit back with your hands behind your head...they let your eyes close and sink into that void of contentment...<br />
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Its like when you're at a concert and the main act comes out for the first time...you hear the guitars humming while they are tuned. You hear the crowds anticipation building for those first few chords to make the experience take flight. Examples of best 1st songs at concerts:<br />
* Welcome to the Jungle - GNR - literally that duh nuh nuh nuh nuh; duh nuh nuh nuh nuh.... sends chills down my spine.<br />
* Intergalactic - Beastie Boys - no need for further explanation<br />
* Still Dre - Dr. Dre & Eminem - again, not much of an explanation needed...<br />
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They set the tone for whats in store for you...they make the night completely memorable and usually are hard to top...<br />
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So this is my mission - I am on the quest for the perfect mix.<br />
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Elbow has been included in this mix as a friend sold me on them about a year ago and I can't get enough...so has timeless music like Lou Reed, Miles Davis and newer music like Duffy or Muse...There will be some Frampton and also Peter Gabriel...<br />
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Got any suggestions for me? Comment below... It's gotta be perfect!<br />
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(this is also the first post i have ever written without a swear word...make it count!)The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-35905625690874935522011-09-11T23:26:00.000-04:002011-09-11T23:26:52.632-04:00Landslide<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQcpGPOXYF4DjpVSGgINnvBsbPFrgm-CQFdzIYTKjknB7DKv0HGCEgG3uWiogmjuG3KKt4rPRyV2fFxJ1zRx4wNeYh-ahH-WSZwhZzsya3nYmX5cHg5vN4N9slWkL7aMeIrDevILkOBs/s1600/Picture+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQcpGPOXYF4DjpVSGgINnvBsbPFrgm-CQFdzIYTKjknB7DKv0HGCEgG3uWiogmjuG3KKt4rPRyV2fFxJ1zRx4wNeYh-ahH-WSZwhZzsya3nYmX5cHg5vN4N9slWkL7aMeIrDevILkOBs/s320/Picture+030.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">well, i've been afraid of changin'</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">cuz, I've built my life around you.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">but time makes you bolder;</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">children get older;</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm gettin' older, too...</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sometimes after sitting here and reflecting on the days that have gone by, I am astounded by how my children have shaped my life. As sarcastic as I may be, each little breath they take grabs a hold of my heart-strings and pulls me that much closer to them. </span></em></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Times, they are a changin that's for sure...and I can't wait for the next chapter...</span></em></div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-37550959967816102072011-09-06T15:48:00.001-04:002011-11-19T16:38:11.785-05:00There once was a Host from Nantucket....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>There once was a host from Nantucket;<br />
Who had a blog and then said fuck it.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>She felt rushed for time;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>Didn't make a dime;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>So she stopped writing for a while, so just suck it.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>After a while the host became board;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>She literally started to hoard;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>Not a scary type binge;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>But an array of such things;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>That she purged her collection and gorged.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>The Host wasn't some lame-ass mom;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>Who didn't care about right from wrong;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>She missed her blog tons;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>But couldn't get off her buns;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>For her posts to be witty and spot-on.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>One day the Host became scary.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>That bitch even let her legs grow hairy;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>She had a stiff drink;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>Her eyes they did blink</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>As she woke up to her blog-mother fairy.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>Dear host, she did say;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>why, you're gonna go grey;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>Get up off your ass;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>and write with spunk and some sass;</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em>Now hurry up - don't stop along the way...</em></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Dearest readers of the lost blog...this is the flagship entry I think of this year...maybe not that pathetic; but it's close. But, truth be told I needed a mental shut down. While life has taken hold of me by both tits, I feel like in some way I have grown, shrunk and have allowed myself to live again in the past x months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I know you're likely questioning..did she go to re-hab, have plastic surgery...something....and the answer is no. I have lived. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*I went to New York with work and was able to experience the US Open for Tennis.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*I played with my kids, till my jeans wore thin and got dirty from the sand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*I lost 14 lbs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><em><strong>dear USANA...thank you for the RESET kit. you have made my life enjoyable (because I can wear my sexy jeans now).</strong></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I have worked my buns off and still do but I also had almost 2 weeks off and have an entirely different approach to life right now...its insane what time can do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New';">Anyhow, I figured that as I had the time I would literally devote these past 5 minutes to each and everyone of you. I mean, how could I not...I hope you all are well and I am going to try to get my ass in gear again as I do have some incredibly funny things to share that had occurred in my life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New';">What's shakin' in yours?</span>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-42426521928992124802011-04-20T20:55:00.000-04:002011-04-20T20:55:12.183-04:00Cloudy with a Chance of Insanity...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkeLGeF6tErY_HCy2PVQXJgtP2VKeQ4ATz0gN-AVshJ1T4jjvVqk7FQSrnqGwGQFt1FYCvnFUTMQ5hICNaSJzj0zQSMD2D9_eFBYFc4vYGN00TZdMiNLKJ1BJZ1uVWSZ79ahT-q1g3I0A/s1600/Cloudy+with+a+Chance+of+Insanity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i><img border="0" height="72" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkeLGeF6tErY_HCy2PVQXJgtP2VKeQ4ATz0gN-AVshJ1T4jjvVqk7FQSrnqGwGQFt1FYCvnFUTMQ5hICNaSJzj0zQSMD2D9_eFBYFc4vYGN00TZdMiNLKJ1BJZ1uVWSZ79ahT-q1g3I0A/s640/Cloudy+with+a+Chance+of+Insanity.jpg" width="640" /></i></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>you know those days right?</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>well Guuuurl you betta listen here....</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I know that my random spurts of sanity are something you all may be concerned about; but really you SHOULD be. Today I have done 2 things that I am still reeling about:</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>1. I argued with the sales rep at the lingerie store that it's "no wonder, why the wonder bra, leaves me wondering"....she insisted that I was just trying to distract her and when I told her, no "sorry I'm not into chicks" she just stopped and gave me that look...the one from the side where you think they are like "what the fuck did she say?".... </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>you may be asking why was I wondering about the wonder bra? that's another funny story and is also the 2nd thing that is making me reel.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>2. I have been dealing with a lot of lady problems... everything from my tits leaking to my dear aunt flo staying for a month - after showing up unannounced. Ya, she's really a bitch. Anyhow, so with all of this nonsense I actually decided that seeing a professional (not mental professional) about what was making my body act so out of control. I had asked them if perhaps I had an alien spawn seed growing inside of me - they responded quite quickly with a "hell no". I asked it it were possible if my body was so used to be pregnant that perhaps although my tubes were tied that my uterus was taking control of her dementia and was trying to make me crazy. This they actually thought about, but haven't given me a license to practice medicine so I doubt it. They did however send me for a battery of tests, blood work, ultrasounds and MRI's I am still left waiting to find out what's wrong. </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>The dr's been really sensitive though. She asked me when the last "milking" I had was (NO JOKE) and then she asked me how much my breasts weigh.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>The last time I put them on a scale...</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Are you fucking kidding me? Well after my last milking they were really light, but as I carry 35% milk in my fun bags, today they are about 10 lbs.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>This scale looked like it was hi-jacked from Tony Montana's desk....not that it was covered with a white powdery film but that I swear you would think that with the advances in the medical field - especially surrounding breasts that there would be a super cool scale for them.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Anyhow, so after I found out that I have 9.3 lbs of these bad boys on my chest, I started looking into proper support. Emotional of course but also from a bra. I wanted to know about what I could do to help me from falling out of their daily holsters. I have been feeling so trapped with the wardrobe I can wear as constantly they are a concern.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I can't wear button up shirts or they pop out</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I can't wear low cut tops as they will be on display</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I thought that I had been taken care of the last time I went for a fitting (the last time the girls grew) but I am now facing another growth spurt and I am needing some more help. I finally found 2 great options that don't resemble something crossed between a sports bra or something that my grandmother may have wore. I feel comfortable but I am seriously missing the $60 per bra that I paid. Really. this is how entertaining life is with me. Don't you wish you were one of the voices in my head?</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I am sure that there are bound to be several follow-up appointments that you will be able to laugh through and I am also certain that I might be losing my mind. With any roadblocks or speed-bumps we face in life, there has got to be some laughter, and I hope that I am able to laugh my way through whatever the heck is happening- I figure as long as I have you guys to </i></span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>laugh at me</i></span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>.. er laugh with me.</i></span>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-22324453421038568012011-04-18T22:20:00.000-04:002011-04-18T22:20:35.555-04:00Bitter Sweet MiseryI am feeling as if there is no way to win.<br />
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Right now, I am trying to balance being a full time mother; part time father and full time employee. Mr. Insatiable is working 6 days a week and is sleeping for the 7th....it's been totally draining and exhausting!!! I honestly don't know how he's doing it...<br />
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I have had many moments of insanity since my last post and many moments where if anyone else was telling this story I am sure that I would turn into the next viral sensation....not quite as great as Rebecca Black but almost as funny as those two twins talking.<br />
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There have been moments where I literally locked myself into the washroom just to have a 5 minute break from the "mommy" list. While I am sitting here, I am trying to figure out how to apologize to Mr. Insatiable for yelling at him to get the fucking kitty litter all because I had to make friggen waffles at 8pm! Really?!?! This is the insanity that is my life.<br />
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I have been doing well in other aspects of my life. Weigh in no. 2 and I am down a total of 5.3 lbs in 2 weeks since starting the Biggest Loser on the Wii....so I guess that's the silver lining. All this stressing out and frustration I am feeling is turning into the biggest calorie burner.... yay me..know rather than being the strung-out mother with a coffee; I'll be the skinny mother who's still crazy. C'est la vie!<br />
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What about you?! I rarely hear from you all and honestly I haven't been able to read my favourite blogs for a ridiculously long time! Soon enough I'll have my grip on reality enough to be able to balance the act of 'da momma-hood; wife and temptress for Mr. Insatiable...but until then, just know, I miss you all!!!<br />
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Peace out!!!The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-33798969155953309352011-02-28T22:06:00.000-05:002011-02-28T22:06:28.319-05:00SPAM Karma....it's a bitch!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Dearest Readers who are still here, <s>and haven't given up on my like the 4 former readers did.</s></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Today I felt amazing as I had 4 comments on my </span></span><a href="http://pantypyramid.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">pantypyramid</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> blog. This blog has has no pulse for about 5 months....it is something that I had kept near and dear to my heart until several people who signed up for the fun didn't follow through...anyhow, so I had 4 comments, maybe from people who wanted to join; maybe from people who had decided to follow through...something...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">These four comments were annoying bullshit details that weren't even full sentences.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">These occasions will also call for the hottest party dresses around... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Panty</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> lines and bra straps take away from what you have and gotta get fun!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">pantie panties" (the pantie panties was hyperlinked, but as I am not sure who this annoying person is, I removed it).</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Really though, why would you!?</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">How could you?</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">It makes me almost want to go to their site and leave comments like "boogers got you down?" or "llamas make great pets" but I refrain. I hold myself back from doing that because that is completely rude. People enable comments for feedback, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">criticism</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">, support and a means of traffic and readership of our blogs and not for that of annoyance.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Anyhow, to you </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">spammers</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> out there...please stop - if you don't something bad will happen to you - call it karma.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">And let me tell you - Karma's a BITCH!</span></span></span></span>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-59405619485052092022011-02-27T21:00:00.001-05:002011-02-27T21:00:04.210-05:00Holy Bat-Shit-Crazy Kids<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I have kids; you likely have kids... people have kids.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Yesterday was an adventure from hell I tell ya. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It's such a blast when they all start to not listen while we are in a home furnishing store. I can't tell you how much love there is in my voice after telling them to stop climbing on the furniture that is displayed - or that when I told my son "no you can't have jelly beans that cost $12 for the package"...he turned into a friggen psycho. I literally almost turned into a fucking turtle and sunk into my shell. AND to top it off, the little bitch-face cashier just looked at me and rolled her eyes!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Well... we all know that I am not one to fuck with, especially when the critters are making it hard to win the battle. I happened to ask her if this was amusing -- she just looked at me with the dumbest expression on her face. When this happened, I politely grit my teeth together and told her that if she didn't hurry the fuck up that I would climb over the counter and switch places with her. I also told her I would pay her $50 bucks to take that friggen look off her face and do her job rather than judging a mother who is going through a mega meltdown. She didn't understand, and again rolled her friggen eyes. To her manager, I feel awful for the letter that I have written my rant to, as I feel that after I am done, that poor girl may not have a job to pay for her fake nails and cell phone bill.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lucas though she was rolling her eyes at him and started to wail even more. In my head I was a volcano erupting. I heard my heart beat in my ears and felt that little twitch in my neck start. She had that dumb look on her face too where her mouth just gaped open and she flung her hair to the side, and then Lucas said "stop rolling your eyes at me lady, it's really rude and you're hurting my feelings". Well that was it. I may have lost it again...on her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Yes he was freaking out.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Yes he wasn't listening to me</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Yes we were in public and I was beyond humiliated...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">BUT He is 3! This is what happens... She totally made him feel horrible and didn't let her get away with it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I am glad that he said something; although maybe the fact that I was going through the trauma of him freaking out and my wanting to clobber the girl with the new lamp I bought, I wasn't sure what side of my internal war was going to win.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I looked down at my little man, and he looked up at me, with tears in his eyes and said "momma, I'm sorry for being such a bad boy..and I love you so much momma"..well that ended the twitching.... I turned to her, and she was trying to take my payment. I asked her if she could please start bagging up my lamps and painting, and also was asking if there could be a carry out for me as I have 3 kids with me...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">no answer, she was busy talking to another girl...something about her plans for later.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Excuse me miss. When you're finished with planning your night out could you please let me know so I can get out of this store...I am not sure if you realize that this isn't ideal for me either and the noise from my son is making my head spin around.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I couldn't believe it!!! That'll teach me, I'll never bring the kids out again to a store that is supposed to make me feel happy!</div><div><br />
</div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-82855804704519656812011-02-26T22:58:00.000-05:002011-02-26T22:58:37.061-05:00Waaaay the hell outta left fieldI figure that after a 2 month sabbatical from writing I better kick my tits off the ground and get back on the horse. Where have I been?<br />
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Well there could be amazing stories about insanity of mother-hood; living my life on a day-to-day basis; but they would likely be illusions of grander for you all... truthfully my life as of late has been pretty repetitious. I haven't done much of anything really...but it's been pretty great!<br />
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I have managed to get myself into some shit though...yes, your favorite non-blogging blogger has been up to some shit!!! So as I do enjoy a great story telling I wanted to make it into a game for all of us. Let's do a multiple choicey thing-a-majig.<br />
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Last Sunday...I<br />
a) went to church<br />
b) had my sister and fiancee over for brunch<br />
c) had my sister and fiancee over for brunch, got tipsy on mimosas and then went out for dinner with the hubby and friends<br />
d) went out for dinner with the kids<br />
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By occupation, I am a dining specialist. I make reservations at the worlds top restaurants, and "should" be good at this...If I had gone out for dinner with friends, what time would the reservation have been made at?<br />
a) 6:30 pm<br />
b) 7:00 pm<br />
c) 8:00 pm<br />
d) 5:30 pm<br />
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If all statements thus far are true, and I were good at my job....what time would it be unforgivably rude if we showed up to a reservation?<br />
a) 7:00 pm<br />
b) 8:00 pm<br />
c) 9:00 pm<br />
d) no showed<br />
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If we were late for any reservation what would have been the likely reason?<br />
a) lost a child at the grocery store<br />
b) went to friends house, had a cocktail or four<br />
c) went to friends house, called the restaurant to push the reservation to a later time, had a cocktail and went to the restaurant. On the way perhaps the driver was speeding to pass two transport trucks and happened to have gotten pulled over. If this had happened, and the driver didn't have his license with him; the police officer may have thought that the car was stolen as we couldn't find the ownership and insurance (oh, and by the way, the car we were driving may or may not have been his mother's) oh and then the police officer thought the car was stolen.<br />
d) I had to go pee while driving to the restaurant and we stopped at the side of the hi way, where I was blown over by the gust of wind<br />
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If any of these statements were true, would there have been additional circumstances that this story was even remotely possible?<br />
a) yes<br />
b) no<br />
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If there were other reasons was it because I<br />
a) ate hash brownies<br />
b) smoked a fatty<br />
c) was wasted off of one drink and smoked something funny<br />
d) all of the above<br />
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If there were some altering substances and perhaps I was a tad intoxicated, did we even make it to the restaurant?<br />
a) yes<br />
b) no<br />
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Ok, so yes, many layers of amazingness in my life. Mr. Insatiable felt horrible for not having his license with him, and our friends that were with us, have actually talked to us since it all happened but you know, we did come out on top after all of that. He only received a ticket for failure to produce the insurance and ownership... it definitely could have been worse.<br />
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Did you pass the quiz?<br />
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Tell me though, what have you been up to??The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-41054998986437970962011-01-03T00:27:00.000-05:002011-01-03T00:27:38.791-05:00The Last SupperI didn't know how to start this post as I have had a bit of wine but I ate my last supper today ladies!!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOL9hfBX-GzAd1VMa_-lMjBED9qgb4HnrL5WFadl4zS8RcC6ZXAKfC1hpY0YQlsnaakAVWDDRPojndvHWmykYXPPdxuIpraAzBjHRi5AaKt_9Vwk6URJMrFe-bt7uXn-j95pVHoKTqdv0/s1600/my-last-supper_000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOL9hfBX-GzAd1VMa_-lMjBED9qgb4HnrL5WFadl4zS8RcC6ZXAKfC1hpY0YQlsnaakAVWDDRPojndvHWmykYXPPdxuIpraAzBjHRi5AaKt_9Vwk6URJMrFe-bt7uXn-j95pVHoKTqdv0/s400/my-last-supper_000.jpg" width="296" /></a></div>Some of you may not know but it was my 31st birthday yesterday and this is my year of life changes. Tonight I ate my last supper of not watching what I am eating...not making the right choices or not taking care of myself. It actually was pretty darn good. <br />
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"What did you eat?" you may be thinking...well, I had some olive bread with balsamic and olive oil; roasted garlic with brie; a great salad (lemon/oil/balsamic dressing) and a wicked Capelinni pasta with Shrimp, Crab and Portabello Mushrooms...it was amazing.<br />
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I also went shopping with my sister today as I was given some money for my birthday from my dad... we went into a couple stores first and it was a great time...the only thing that wasn't great is that I have a phobia of shopping. I get all nervous, my eyes get out of whack like I am dizzy or something and I get nervous sweat. I have no idea why but it happens. This time was ok - there were a few things I was drawn to but she steered me in the right direction and I actually liked what I got! I got this great beige jacket/blazer, a crochet light blue tank top and a really nice cobalt blue shirt and this great sleeveless sweater with a cowell neck. The thing was that the process leading up to my purchases resulted in my admitting to myself that I had gained a solid 20 lbs back since my surgery back last year and that I had another 20 lbs sitting on my ass full of feelings... I had literally gained the weight of my daughter! This made me completely sick! I looked at my arms and wanted to instantly run back into the room. It's funny when you look at yourself some days you don't see any thing you love - but today I just saw how much of me there was to love.<br />
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I can't wait though as I have a goal and a date to work towards. Now, I am sitting at 187lbs and I am 5"5'. I have a pear shaped body.... my tits are huge and my hips are huge...my waist isn't that huge though; however, the fact that my torso is short and my jugs are so friggen large it looks like I don't have a mid section...that's a new topic though. Look in the future for "breast reduction" as this is something that I am considering....<br />
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Anyhow...the goal is my sister's wedding!!! The date is set for Saturday October 6, 2012 and that will give me ample time to work on this goal and time to learn how to maintain it. I am really looking forward to it though as I know that when I loose this weight, I'll feel more like me again!!!<br />
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I have got my breakfast/lunch all ready for tomorrow. I made a great wrap of veggies and turkey on weight watchers wraps, tomato and avocado mixed with mustard (1 slice of avocado about 2 cm thick with a squirt of Dijon mustard). I have an activia vanilla yogurt with 130 MLs of muslix; a banana; water; almonds and raisins. I think this will make a good balanced day and I wont be wanting to bite my arm off afterwards... Until the next time I get to talk with you all, I hope that your new year is full of love and happiness.The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-1227194314076116392010-12-31T21:11:00.000-05:002010-12-31T21:11:07.743-05:002011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUHv2y5JE4Nc8oAbN1tDwzgo_9x5upBI0L0epVtZxpWuFnf25ckVCqGg2dvDXyekIdsZjf7sha-bCGQlUSy4iGGb-6i_IhDpe1oaASlgJWwDbYaM_S6CQeqZAwCmGd-XLg9Yt4LkiQQc/s1600/happy+new+year+hat+500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUHv2y5JE4Nc8oAbN1tDwzgo_9x5upBI0L0epVtZxpWuFnf25ckVCqGg2dvDXyekIdsZjf7sha-bCGQlUSy4iGGb-6i_IhDpe1oaASlgJWwDbYaM_S6CQeqZAwCmGd-XLg9Yt4LkiQQc/s320/happy+new+year+hat+500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I have been reading every one's New Years Resolutions on facebook and twitter and I have heard it all before. I am also that person who used to make a resolution and keep it for a week to then go a head and go on an emotional eating binge. Whatever, now that I am dawning my 31st birthday, I can tell you in my wise voice that this year will be different.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Each day I want to live with full passion for life. MY life. Everything that encompasses it also - Family, Friends and me - just the way I am.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I will not allow people to walk all over me nor will I allow them to use me for convenience. I will call a spade a spade and a friend a friend -- WHEN IT'S TRUE.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I will drink whenever the fuck I want - and if I want to have a </span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">bottle</span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> er...glass of wine a night --- GUESS WHAT - I will - but I wont feel guilty about it afterwards.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I am going to shed 40 lbs this year - not just in total but I will start at 1 and allow it to go from there... This 40 pounds isn't just weight from the kids - it's 10 pounds of feelings that I have wanted and needed to shed for a long time. It's 10 pounds of sheer laziness with a pinch of you making me feel aweful about myself or someone's thinking I am not good enough... I can't believe I have let myself drown in this feeling for so long. There's got to be a few pounds, so let's call it 5 - of fried foods. 5 for pizza; 5 for baked goodies and 5 for cream and sugar in my coffee.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Once this is done, I will not abuse myself mentally any longer. I would rather slap myself in the face rather than beat myself up for something that I have no control over....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">2011 is going to be a life changer folks and you are all gonna witness it! I can't wait!!!! I will write again and more - I will have better thoughts too because once you turn 31 you are instantly a fucking genius. You also turn 30% hotter. TRUE FUN FACT: once a women enters her 30's she instantly increases her stats impressively. Her sex drive revs to a 200 mph; her skin starts to even out and she feels sexy in her own skin. But...when she turns 31 -- man oh man, it's gonna be outstanding. Keep your eyes and ears peeled my friends.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This year is going to be EPIC.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">today I am interrupting my 30 Day Photo Challenge to bring some fuckin sass and a bit of attitude. I'm gonna work this rant like Tyra works her forehead. IM GONNA BE FIERCE.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There have been so many things I wanted to write but literally hadn't found the time nor muster up the balls it takes to really rock out a post...lame I know..whatever, I'll accept the FAIL I just received but you know what fucker? I am gonna tell you something, I have been blogging for over a year ya know..that means I am somebody!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok, well ... no it doesn't mean I am somebody, just ask my 100th former-follower who decided to drop me instead of their dependency on reality TV. Whatever, who needs ya! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Narrator reads over this melodrama) </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Inside I was dying. I couldn't believe that I have let myself and my blog go for so long that people, those dedicated readers who make me laugh and feel loved with their words, have started dropping like flies. 2 in one week. The last time that this happened I lost 8 of them... I got through it right?! RIGHT! </span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyhow, so now that I have a more selected audience </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">that'll teach em</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, I have to say that I have had a few nights out on the town, a great holiday with family and the 3 friends that I currently have and am gearing up for another increase of my age.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Saturday I turn 31. I was talking with a friend from work who just turned 31 on Friday and she had the best idea...tell people I'm 40, so that way in 9 years I am really great at it and feel confident enough to rock it. Not only this, but how many people will be like.."you're 40, you look amazing!" Ya, that's right! Well she was the bomb for this thinking and I am going to now adhere to the same strategy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Two weeks ago, I saw Chelsea Handler. Who knew that she was banging 50?! oh, sorry, Fiddy. I sure as shit didn't but I do know that i haven't laughed so hard as I did that night. If it weren't for her talking about how her friend of the "homosexual" variety goes to bleach his asshole (SOMETHING THAT I AM SERIOUSLY CONFUSED OVER). As she isn't a "follower" and rather prefers herself a "trendsetter" she tells us how she used a Crest White Strip to do the job! We heard about how she hates balls and how much she loved to play with her </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Coslopus</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. Seriously who knew that I had enough patience to listen to a valley girl?! Cuz that was the biggest shock to me!</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Christmas came faster than the 3 minute quickie that Mr. Insatiable and I had the other night. It was full of laughter, my kids getting spoiled and a whirlwind of visiting family, lack of alcohol for some reason and ended with a new addiction to my Wii. I am a Wii-whore. These mario brother's don't know what they have inherited now that I am on their side. Fuck I wish I had an animated self... I think that sadly I would look like Toad and King Coopa had a daughter though.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyhow, I am really glad that I got this post out also because I have a big year ahead of me. I am taking my health head on and am making life changes! I am going to have even more fun than I had this year and I am taking all of you bitches with me! If you can't handle it, then jump ship now - cuz it's gonna be a great one!!!</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep it real mo'fo's!!</span></span></b>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-72746164631035207472010-12-22T21:39:00.000-05:002010-12-22T21:39:35.056-05:00Day 10 - 30 Day Photo Challenge<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day one - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day two - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day three - A picture of the cast from your favorite show</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day four- A picture of something you'd like to do again</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day five - A picture of something you love</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day six - A picture that makes you laugh</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day seven - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eight - A picture of your favourite night</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day nine - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>day ten - A picture of your most treasured item</b></span></span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eleven - A picture of something you hate</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twelve - A picture of your favorite memory</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day fifteen - A picture of something you want to do before you die</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day seventeen - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty two - A picture of something you wish you were better at</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty three - A picture of your favorite book</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty four - A picture of something you wish you could change</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty five - A picture of your favourite day</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty six - A picture of something that means a lot to you</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty seven - A picture of yourself and a family member</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty eight - A picture of something you're afraid of</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty nine- A picture that can always make you smile</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day thirty - A picture of someone you miss</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This will be a difficult feat. My most treasured item- how does one take a picture of that? I have pride and integrity... what caption could I ever use to summarize that?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I mean I don't have an image of me dressed as a superhero...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">or do I?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAZUyOOveVJwJa3nwwq2Bm-pllg3i3_eJVkmoeD8ncifyEbmS9xdbm-AB5oSPJBWrGAR1TSZ9Zo6H5N4FiE-hts_5IrjIER5bs4adxq4wqPbjxwHKxklbiXwChVPDXqubAwPB6xaL2lw/s1600/Wonderwoman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAZUyOOveVJwJa3nwwq2Bm-pllg3i3_eJVkmoeD8ncifyEbmS9xdbm-AB5oSPJBWrGAR1TSZ9Zo6H5N4FiE-hts_5IrjIER5bs4adxq4wqPbjxwHKxklbiXwChVPDXqubAwPB6xaL2lw/s400/Wonderwoman.jpg" width="163" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><--- that's me...with the red boots</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I have learned lessons in life that shouldn't have to be learned but I have survived.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I have experienced life and it's true pain but I have survived.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">No matter what, I wouldn't change a thing because I wouldn't be who I am today.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Captain Awesome</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div></div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-32031063466673042042010-12-13T14:25:00.001-05:002010-12-14T19:40:55.560-05:00Day 9 - 30 Day Photo Challenge<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day one - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day two - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day three - A picture of the cast from your favorite show</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day four- A picture of something you'd like to do again</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day five - A picture of something you love</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day six - A picture that makes you laugh</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day seven - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eight - A picture of your favourite night</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>day nine - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most</b></span></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day ten - A picture of your most treasured item</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eleven - A picture of something you hate</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twelve - A picture of your favorite memory</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day thirteen - A picture of your favorite band or artist</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day fourteen- A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day fifteen - A picture of something you want to do before you die</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day sixteen - A picture of someone who inspires you</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day seventeen - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eighteen - A picture of your biggest insecurity</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day nineteen - A picture and a letter</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty one - A picture of something you wish you could forget</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty two - A picture of something you wish you were better at</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty six - A picture of something that means a lot to you</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty seven - A picture of yourself and a family member</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty eight - A picture of something you're afraid of</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty nine- A picture that can always make you smile</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day thirty - A picture of someone you miss</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This one was really difficult. I have gone through a lot of nonsense in my life...really a boatload. I know that surviving it all is inner strength - and that would be myself who has gotten me through. The truth is, I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for my husband.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">He makes me smile, crazy, cry and laugh. He holds my hand and dries my tears. He lifts me up when I am down and makes me giggle when I am so angry that I can't help but break down. My husband is my best friend, my confident and even though I know that I drive him bat-shit crazy on most days I know that there isn't a moment in any given day that he wouldn't be there for me.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I love you Mr. Insatiable.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div></div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-25258090883926979872010-12-12T14:12:00.001-05:002010-12-14T19:40:35.495-05:00Day 8 - 30 Day Photo Challenge<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day one - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day two - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day three - A picture of the cast from your favorite show</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day four- A picture of something you'd like to do again</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day five - A picture of something you love</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day six - A picture that makes you laugh</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day seven - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>day eight - A picture of your favourite night</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day nine - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day ten - A picture of your most treasured item</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eleven - A picture of something you hate</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twelve - A picture of your favorite memory</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day thirteen - A picture of your favorite band or artist</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day fourteen- A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day fifteen - A picture of something you want to do before you die</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day sixteen - A picture of someone who inspires you</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day seventeen - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eighteen - A picture of your biggest insecurity</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day nineteen - A picture and a letter</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty one - A picture of something you wish you could forget</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty two - A picture of something you wish you were better at</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty three - A picture of your favorite book</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty four - A picture of something you wish you could change</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty five - A picture of your favourite day</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty six - A picture of something that means a lot to you</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty seven - A picture of yourself and a family member</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty eight - A picture of something you're afraid of</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty nine- A picture that can always make you smile</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day thirty - A picture of someone you miss</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My wedding still is my favourite day of my life. I loved every second of it and wouldn't change a thing. The day was perfect and I even had a bit of a surprise...when I arrived at the venue, I was greeted by all of these motorcycles....they were all reving their motors for me...it was awesome (and I am not even a biker). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My favourite night!!!!</span></div>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-11668151100888285322010-12-11T14:12:00.000-05:002010-12-11T14:12:02.084-05:00Day 7 - 30 Day Photo Challenge<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">***sorry for not being able to keep up with the memento folks, the computer went batshit crazy!!!*** Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day one - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day two - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day three - A picture of the cast from your favorite show</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day four- A picture of something you'd like to do again</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day five - A picture of something you love</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day six - A picture that makes you laugh</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eight - A picture of your favourite night</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day nine - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day ten - A picture of your most treasured item</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eleven - A picture of something you hate</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twelve - A picture of your favorite memory</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day thirteen - A picture of your favorite band or artist</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day fourteen- A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day fifteen - A picture of something you want to do before you die</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day sixteen - A picture of someone who inspires you</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day seventeen - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day eighteen - A picture of your biggest insecurity</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day nineteen - A picture and a letter</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty one - A picture of something you wish you could forget</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty three - A picture of your favorite book</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty five - A picture of your favourite day</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty six - A picture of something that means a lot to you</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty seven - A picture of yourself and a family member</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day twenty eight - A picture of something you're afraid of</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">day thirty - A picture of someone you miss</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here you have it. This picture really sums up my favourite people in the world (aside from my kids). I can't live without each one of these fuckers!</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;">This picture was supposed to be titled "Blue Steel" for the look that I apparently have mastered - but the rest of them are pretty wasted, so maybe that's where it got lost in translation. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Niece looks like a fishy-face, Mr. Insatiable looks mafioso, Siestor just looks funny *but really she was saying "enough already take the fucking picture"...tres humorous!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day two - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day three - A picture of the cast from your favorite show</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day four- A picture of something you'd like to do again</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day five - A picture of something you love</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><strong>day six - A picture that makes you laugh</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day seven - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day eight - A picture of your favourite night</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day nine - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day ten - A picture of your most treasured item</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day eleven - A picture of something you hate</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day twelve - A picture of your favorite memory</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day thirteen - A picture of your favorite band or artist</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day fourteen- A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day fifteen - A picture of something you want to do before you die</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day sixteen - A picture of someone who inspires you</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day seventeen - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day eighteen - A picture of your biggest insecurity</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day nineteen - A picture and a letter</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day twenty - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day twenty one - A picture of something you wish you could forget</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day twenty two - A picture of something you wish you were better at</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day twenty three - A picture of your favorite book</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day twenty four - A picture of something you wish you could change</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day twenty five - A picture of your favourite day</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">day twenty six - A picture of something that means a lot to you</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMSx82LhdnKkySplHIIvpKtH5JKS8N6m-wspwfEvvvvcv4vsm7TdBD4Ym3JkJoGPGXJc8AZfmiEHnvPJXzl2LDAsYsLF9OGk8makt1E7br3Nio8K_tPtQNeZqRamz3wEG4GFozR7-KII/s1600/Danons+Phone+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMSx82LhdnKkySplHIIvpKtH5JKS8N6m-wspwfEvvvvcv4vsm7TdBD4Ym3JkJoGPGXJc8AZfmiEHnvPJXzl2LDAsYsLF9OGk8makt1E7br3Nio8K_tPtQNeZqRamz3wEG4GFozR7-KII/s400/Danons+Phone+003.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">This face makes me crack up!!! I remember this clear as day..and it was 3 years ago...Bella was showing me how bees sting people... I love her animation!!!</span></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-49777969346721582522010-11-26T20:04:00.000-05:002010-11-26T20:04:19.116-05:00Day 5 - 30 DayPhoto Challenge<span style="font-size: xx-small;">day one - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">day two - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">day three - A picture of the cast from your favorite show</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">day four- A picture of something you'd like to do again</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">day six - A picture that makes you laugh</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day seven - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day eight - A picture of your favourite night</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day nine - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day ten - A picture of your most treasured item</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day eleven - A picture of something you hate</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twelve - A picture of your favorite memory</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day thirteen - A picture of your favorite band or artist</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day fourteen- A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day fifteen - A picture of something you want to do before you die</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day sixteen - A picture of someone who inspires you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day seventeen - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day eighteen - A picture of your biggest insecurity</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day nineteen - A picture and a letter</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty one - A picture of something you wish you could forget</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty two - A picture of something you wish you were better at</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty three - A picture of your favorite book</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty four - A picture of something you wish you could change</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty five - A picture of your favourite day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty six - A picture of something that means a lot to you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty seven - A picture of yourself and a family member</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty eight - A picture of something you're afraid of</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day twenty nine- A picture that can always make you smile</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">day thirty - A picture of someone you miss</span><br />
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</span>The Insatiable Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020997843702559493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329405956624529471.post-83429155843821579702010-11-26T19:46:00.000-05:002010-11-26T19:46:48.496-05:00Day 4 - 30 Day Photo Challengeday one - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts<br />
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day two - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest<br />
day three - A picture of the cast from your favorite show<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>day four- A picture of something you'd like to do again</strong></span><br />
day five - A picture of something you love<br />
day six - A picture that makes you laugh<br />
day seven - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with<br />
day eight - A picture of your favourite night<br />
day nine - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most<br />
day ten - A picture of your most treasured item<br />
day eleven - A picture of something you hate<br />
day twelve - A picture of your favorite memory<br />
day thirteen - A picture of your favorite band or artist<br />
day fourteen- A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without<br />
day fifteen - A picture of something you want to do before you die<br />
day sixteen - A picture of someone who inspires you<br />
day seventeen - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently<br />
day eighteen - A picture of your biggest insecurity<br />
day nineteen - A picture and a letter<br />
day twenty - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel<br />
day twenty one - A picture of something you wish you could forget<br />
day twenty two - A picture of something you wish you were better at<br />
day twenty three - A picture of your favorite book<br />
day twenty four - A picture of something you wish you could change<br />
day twenty five - A picture of your favourite day<br />
day twenty six - A picture of something that means a lot to you<br />
day twenty seven - A picture of yourself and a family member<br />
day twenty eight - A picture of something you're afraid of<br />
day twenty nine- A picture that can always make you smile<br />
day thirty - A picture of someone you miss<br />
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