Only at WalMart

These normally $5 baskets can be YOURS for only $48 this weekend only! Here's an even better deal, these $5-$6 baskets are at a bargain for $120 each.
These photos were taken on my cell phone a few days ago. I didn't move objects around or alter these in any way.

esrever psychology

I was watching this man the other night....

..he had this woman on the show:

Her name is Hope. She is married, but she has boyfriends.

Hope sleeps with men for dinner, tickets, coupons, trips and money.

Hope's husband says he doesn't like it but what can he do?

Hope said she's going to continue to have sugar daddys.

This isn't even the good part.

Do you see the sign below?

The expression you would have if you saw this sign on the road

is the expression I had.. after I heard this:

"What a skank. Who the hell would put up with that? She's disgusting.

She makes me sick. She's a cheating whore. I can't believe her

husband stays with her, he's an idiot for putting up with it"

This came from someone who cheated on his significant other more than once.

Someone who lied so many times in the past two years, I'm convinced he believes his own lies.

He convinced someone to give him another chance and cheated on her within one week.

He recently admitted that he continued to see an ex g/f when he first got together with his girlfriend (for blow jobs, he says)

Keeps exes on his work cell.

Keeps his work cell in his truck most of the time.

The rest of the time it's on vibrate.

Continued to contact people on a dating site months after making a commitment

to someone ... someone who had no idea what he was doing.

I could go on.

But you get the point.

Instead of throwing the old "what are you talking about - you've done worse than her"

I decided to ask him questions.

I said, "do you think what she did was wrong?"

He said, "yes"

I asked, "do you think her husband should forgive her?"

He said, "no"

I asked, "what do you think he should do about her?"

He said, "oh without a doubt, get rid of her..."

Flowers from Cindy.

Meet Cindy.

Last week, Cindy sent me flowers for these reasons:

1. My birthday 2. Valentine's Day 3. Blogaversary 4. Our friendship anniversary

These two fought over who was going to deliver them to me.

This is the box it arrived in.

And wella... here are the flowers! The instructions specifically said to leave the plastic on for 8-12 hours... something about the stems drinking the water....

This is after I took the plastic off the next day... I suck at flower arranging and didn't straighten them out properly. Sorry Cindy. But I LOVED them!!

This is Cindy after she left the Fed Ex station... somehow she convinced the Fed Ex man to deliver these for free....hmmmm.

But now I know why the UPS and Fed Ex guy (see pic above) were fighting.

Cindy wanted me to show you how they were supposed to look. I guess after I took the plastic off of them I was supposed to fluff them out. Oops. I still love them Cindy! xoxo

Moving. Argh.

I ended up with this house (above)... after looking at these two (below).. I just figured it was somewhere in between. :)
One is too big... one has free air conditioning ......it's really a toss up.
I have a choice between these two trucks... either I take the small truck back and forth a few times.. or I just get the bigger truck and do it once. I think I'll get the bigger truck.

Now I just need to fill these (below)..... anyone want to help???

I CAN HEAR YOU!!!!

It's rather commonplace now to see cell phones/ear pieces stuck to someone's head. You really don't think anything about it, unless they are standing right next to you and talking loudly or you're in a store aisle with one other person and they start talking ... it takes an annoying 15 seconds to determine if they're talking to you, themselves or they have an ear piece in the non-visible ear. It's so common now that I barely pay attention to them......

unless... I hear something like this:

Her: "yes she did, Jen... stop laughing!"
Her: "oh come on, if I have some nasty stuff coming out of my crotch, I'd run to the doctor"
Her: "not yet, can you imagine?!"
Her: "no, she worked her shift at Olive Garden, Friday night and then we went to Universal on Saturday"
Her: "I don't know but if it is, then like, his wife has it too, right?"
Her: "I know right, Sarah is being f'g stupid about this"

I was in Target, appropriately the Valentine's Day candy aisle, getting a few things for the kidlets.
My entertainment picked up a few things and then she strolled off to the hair/shampoo/conditioner aisle.
How do I know, you ask? I needed shampoo too. Somewhere between the VD candy and shampoo, Sarah must have beeped in.

Her: "I'm in Target Boo"
Her: "oh good, like I'm so glad you made an appointment"
Her: "no boo, this is way too personal, like way too much info right..I'd never tell anyone"
Her: "love you too girl, you know it.. hold on, it's work calling.."
Her: "hello?"
Her: "yes, this is Denise..."

I'm a perfect stranger. This person happened to be in two aisles that I was in and in less than 60 seconds in each aisle, I learned this:

Sarah is a whore.
Sarah has the drip drips.
Sarah sleeps with married men.
Sarah works at Olive Garden
Denise is not a good friend.
Denise is a liar.
Jen probably told everyone she knows.

I guess I should post this under my public service announcements because this is some PSA for you:

Watch what you're saying in public.
Don't get too comfortable with those headsets/ear pieces,
If you have friends named Jen and Denise and you live in the Orlando area... we know your business.
Don't eat at Olive Garden on Friday nights. (Orlando area)

Here's a funny too. Would you think, by this conversation that Denise was in her teens.. or early 20's? She seriously looked late 30's early 40s.

I heard something in an elevator yesterday leaving work. I was on the 7th floor and with stops on nearly every floor, we were in the elevator a little while. I was checking my text messages on my cell when I heard this behind me:

6th floor:
Her: baby if you can hear this, I'm working late, they asked me to pull an extra four hours ... i'm tired, have a headache, but I have to stay. love you love you, don't wait up.

2nd floor:
in steps male in scrubs.
Her: hungry?
Him: yep! hey, you changed already.. give me a few minutes in the lounge.
Her: ok, I'm famished but we have reservations so I'm sure we won't have to wait.

1st floor:
*ding*
elevator opens... they get out. door shuts. elevator moves.
*ding*
elevator opens... 3rd floor.

wtf

I have to stop listening to people.

Kissing lessons 101

Happy V-Day cheesy people

Do you remember giving cards in elementary school, like this?

Or writing notes like this?

Or passing out / receiving candy hearts?

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Then when you grew up... you sent cards like this:

And received some of these... half dozen... dozen..... one... or two....

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And was handed one of these......

.... with some of these inside.....

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Then.... if you're not with someone that year... you get one of these cards:

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And it says this inside:

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and it's usually from one of your friends... who also gives you this candy heart:

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hahaha :-)

Happy First Anniversary

This month will mark my first year anniversary in blogging. It appears through my archives that I started blogging in May, but I actually started in Feb. 2006. Last July I deleted February through April, and some of May archives, because an ex was reading my blog and making anonymous comments. I realized almost immediately that it was silly of me to delete those posts.... I haven't deleted one since though! (And I know he still reads this blog even though he says he doesn't). I started blogging after Cindy told me about her blog during our cruise last year. I had no idea what a blog was nor had I ever read one, but she described it as a "therapeautic outlet", which sounded good to me. Free therapy! Not coincidentally this also marks an anniversary year for my friendship with Cindy. I'm so glad she came into my life... or did I come into hers? I wonder who scheduled the trip first? haha.

I know I haven't lived up to my own expectations in bloggerworld, honestly I thought I'd blog something at least daily as much as I like to talk. I'll try harder this year. (to blog more often, not daily!) *

* James you hush... you don't even have a blog!!!!

Bubble gum and hula hoops

I hope the last post didn't sound like I threw myself a pity party due to my early childhood. The moment struck me, after reading something about childhood abuse and I went with it. I don't talk about my early childhood often .. simply because I rarely feel the urge to "go there". My mid childhood to teen years were somewhat better because a) my mother was getting older and not able to do the foolish things she did. b) I often ignored her.. ok I ignored her all the time. c) I definitely knew she and every single one of her husbands were all so full of shit, and I had zero respect for her/them. d) I knew I was going to grow up soon. Every once in awhile I have a memory from that time and it catches me off guard. I find myself wondering how adults/parents can treat little kids so bad... I wonder what it would have been like had I had better parents. I wonder what I would be like now, had I not figured them out at an early age. I'm not that comfortable putting in to words some of the other things that happened (worse than what I've already written).. but I'm glad that I've been able to touch on this subject a little, mostly for my own resolve, which is highly therapeutic. Speaking of therapy. In all these years, I have never spoken to a therapist. I'm sure that goes hand in hand with my denial that I ever had an early childhood. Sometimes I even wonder if I ever existed before my teenage years... maybe I'm a chia-kid. Add water, and here I am. From time to time, I may post about this, but I can't overdo it... only in increments am I able to think about these things. :-)

I did have some great memories in there somewhere too, but that's because of my father. It was a whole different world when my Dad came to pick me and my sister up for his visitations. (when he could actually find us). We knew during those visits we would 1. have fun 2. get to eat something decent 3. get some new clothes/shoes 4. be around those that actually care for us. Not necessarily in that order. Other great memories included family gatherings with my Dad's family, running around in ballet/dance clothes, hula hooping all the way to school, chewing bubble gum and making bubbles until my cheeks hurt, swinging on the swings in the park until I was motion sick...

You might ask why my father didn't have custody. Get this. The "system" actually thought it was better for us to stay with a "her" than with someone who worked 60+ hours a week. Granted he wouldn't be around much, but at least it would be the difference between heaven and hell. She'd fight a grizzly bear on crack if she thought she'd lose her child support.....

Mean parents and peanut butter sammies

I was reading this post over at Am's place a few minutes ago and it inspired me to spew a little about childhood abuse. I don't know if we'll ever know what causes a parent/person to hurt a child but I do know that there is NO excuse. I haven't heard about the case (I think in PA) where the father left a 2 year old out in the woods because he was crying too much, but the child ended up freezing to death. What is the appropriate punishment for this animal? Some would say life imprisonment or the death sentence. I personally think he should freeze to death too. Many countries have harsh punishments for crimes, while we slap their wrists and put them behind some bars where they can eat three meals a day and watch tv. I know that prison isn't a rose parade, but at least they're still alive. Maybe that's punishment enough, continuing to live their remaining years thinking about what put them there in the first place, while Bubba widens their rectal canals.

I knew from a very young age that my mother wasn't normal. I knew that the things she did to her children were wrong. I made a pact and a plan at the age of 5. One, I was never going to do any of the things she did when I grow up. Two, I was going to move far away from home as soon as I could. 35 years later, I've kept to my pact. I don't do any of the things she did and I moved far away. I separated myself from her emotionally a long time ago and I've never looked back. It's not that I'm not a forgiving person (although I don't believe everyone deserves forgiveness, nor do I hand it out very quickly), but she never learned throughout the years what it was to be a good mother or even just a decent one.... and continued to hurt those around her when she should have been loving them. I'm convinced the woman had no capacity to truly love anyone, not even herself. I'm very thankful that I didn't turn out like her, yet I feel extremely ripped off for not having a better role model. What are you going to do? At least nothing she did or allowed to be done to us ended up in our deaths, thank God, but they could have. Speaking of being punished in the cold weather, I remember one time she up and married yet another man and moved us to a strange state. Shortly after that, he got mad at us for some reason and decided to put US outside in the middle of a freezing January night... I remember the 4 of us standing outside shivering in our pajamas. The other 3 were crying, but not me. I was always the stronger one.. the middle child. Nothing phased me. I knew we'd be back in the warmth in a few minutes. A few minutes actually ended up being 3 or 4 hours. Two of us (me included) ended up in the hospital. I can't remember exactly what for, but I know I was pretty sick and I was only 5 or 6, so my memory is slightly faded from that particular incident. Hey, at least she took us to the hospital the next day, huh.

I don't think that husband lasted very long before "we" were married to someone else and living in California now. I do remember the next husband forced us to drink "moonshine" a couple times because he liked to see us "get dizzy, act funny and puke" I later learned that it wasn't "moonshine", he only called it that. It was straight up JD whiskey. I barely remember him, because I was 6 years old, but I clearly remember a stuffed squirrel that I used to have and I remember walking with the other kids to Jack n' the Box, the beach to stare at the Queen Mary and some bike store that sold 10 cent candy. Can you imagine four kids walking the streets of Long Beach, CA, ages 4,6,8 and 10? We did it all the time and somehow still lived! My mother never seemed to notice the fact we left the house at the crack of dawn and didn't come home until dark. When we knew she was sleeping, we'd sneak back inside and make peanut butter sandwiches, put them in paper bags and head out again. I could go ON and ON ...... maybe some other time. My favorite thing to do in the entire world, even more fun that Disney Land (we actually got to go a few times when my Dad finally found us living in California and came to visit)... was sit on the beach. I could (and did) sit on the beach for hours and hours.. almost every single day. I daydreamed.. I built castles... I ran from the waves.. but mostly I just sat there. Six years old by body but 30 by mind. I loved how the wind would blow my long light brown/blonde streaked hair..I was more tan than any little mexican child I played with... I loved watching parents with their kids, playing on the beach. Real families. The beach was truly my secret garden, my escape... my dreamland. I wished on many days one of those families would just pick me up and take me home with them. I would sit and watch them for hours.... between peanut butter sandwiches.

Florida = Kansas

The television in my room automatically turns itself on @ 5 am.... an arm usually reaches over to the remote almost instinctively to turn it off... in that 4-5 second span it took turning the tv off, I could have sworn I heard something about "tornados and possible mass casualties". Apparently, it didn't peak my early morning attention, because I thought I dreamed it. I walked through the family room to get to the kitchen when I noticed the boy in the middle of the floor rolled up in a blanket.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked.
"The windows were moving lastnight and I think the grill hit the house or something, but I was scared" He mumbled.
"What? Why didn't you wake me?" I asked, stepping over him to look outside at the same time, turning the tv in the family room on.
We live on the very edge of Lake county(I used to work in Lake county until I recently switched jobs).... in the map photo below, I am guessing I'm between the K and the E in Lake.... thankfully these tornados skimmed Orange county.... but unfortunately they did a lot of damage to these other surrounding counties, (mostly Lake).

You BIG baby!!!

Breastmilk?? Forumula!! Are you kidding??!! This baby wants steak and potatos and he wants it NOW!

This "whopper" of a Brazilian baby was born in January. 17 lbs! The poor "little" guy doesn't even fit in his isolette! He needs a twin sized bed already. He's probably wearing toddler diapers too.... I half expect him to get up and walk out of there after his 48 hour stay.

Here's another one that was born in Cancun, Mexico recently. They put an average sized newborn next to him, I guess, for comparison. It's funny, I had the same idea recently in our nursery after we had a "big boy" who was 12 lbs. He was gigantic compared to the other babies..... the staff had to go next door to the children's hospital to get diapers & clothes that would even fit.

This is a 'normal' sized baby! Fits perfectly into the isolette... can actually wear the diapers provided by the nursery... and you can bundle them up without their toes sticking out of the ends of the blankets.

This itty bitty belongs to my friend... (this was last year and she's perfectly fine now), this is the real scary stuff... any baby that can fit in the palm your hand is way too tiny for me... I'll stick to the 7 pounders please!