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So a while back, I was browsing Sephora and found some awesome deals on some Kat Von D lipgloss . I picked up a few shades and headed to the counter. Even though the glosses were on sale, they were still a bit overpriced, but I was happy to pay it because I was in love with the shades and loved how the gloss felt on my lips and stayed in place. I used those lip glosses every day it seemed like it. I tended to lean more towards the color above "rocker." I went so crazy using it, I ran out pretty quickly. In a panic, I grabbed my purse and headed to my nearest Sephora. I searched and searched through the Kat Von D section only to come up empty handed. I finally though "maybe they sold out since they were one sale, maybe they will be getting in another shipment." After flagging a worker down, I explained to her what I was looking for. She shook her head before I even finished and said "she stopped making those, they have the flat glosses, but not that particular type you are looking for anymore." I though 'no way, these are too stinking cute, other people had to have loved them like me!' Thinking she was mistaken, I removed the empty gloss from my purse to show her, yes, in denial, only for her to confirm, that indeed Kat Von D no longer provides that line of gloss.</div>
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A passing by co-worker overheard her and stopped and said, "we have Sephora brand glosses." I tried to dismiss her quickly, until she reached out for my empty gloss. I contemplated not handing it over, if I scraped really hard I could get a few more wears out of that thing! She reassured me that what she was going to show me would make me happy. She brought it over to the Sephora gloss and said "just like I though, her you go." She handed me back my empty gloss as well as a Sephora brand gloss. I must have showed my confusion, they looked like the exact same gloss! The girl then explained to me that Kat Von D takes Sephora makeup and repackages it. What?! I mean, I guess I never really looked into it, but I always assumed 'hey, this is a Kat Von D line, this is something she spent time on." I felt like I had been slapped in the face. While I was thrilled that I found the same gloss, I was also hurt that I had spent so much time appreciating "Kat Von D's makeup style" when all it was was Sephora's line. </div>
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Lesson learned? maybe do a little research before overpaying for something that could be a rip off of something that is the exact same thing for half the price!</div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-81582093606358708552012-07-11T19:39:00.000-07:002012-07-11T19:39:15.123-07:00The Do Not Fly List<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As some of you may or may not know, I am a very nervous, anxious, person. That extends to my feelings towards flying. This past weekend I was coaxed by my good friend's husband to hopping on a plane after work and surprising her for her birthday weekend. It didn't take much persuasion to get me to say yes, but getting on the plane was a different story. I didn't allow myself to think about the trip until I pulled my car into the airport parking lot. It suddenly sunk in what I was about to do.</div>
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Now, for those of you who are reading this and thinking to yourself "this girl is ridiculous, I fly all the time" I would like you to know, I haven't always been afraid to fly. Granted, the most I ever flew was from Dallas to New Orleans and vice versa (depending on the aircraft anywhere between a 45 minute to 1:15 flight). I used to enjoy it, just enough time to get into a book and before you know it, you were landing. One of the last trips I took during my "flying loving" phase was obviously with a very drunk and/or inexperience pilot. The weather was clear, it seems as though the plane had no mechanical problems, but he had a serious problem keeping the plane steady and almost as though he was going through an obstacle course in the air. Needless to say, I was very nauseous and fearing for my life by the end of that flight. Ever since that time, I hated getting on a plane. </div>
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The last time I flew previous to this past weekend's trip was when I was flying from Dallas to New Orleans to attend my uncle's funeral. I decided to fly Southwest. It was a last minute flight and I was always told they have decent prices. What they say is true, I was able to get a decent rate and be with my family. I have to say I wasn't the biggest fan that I had to fly out of Love Field. I'm not sure if the air conditioning in the airport just happened to be out that day or if the airport is just always that hot! Pair that with a ton of people squeezed into a tiny space and you had a very nervous, uncomfortable, anxiety-ridden, me. I have to admit though, once I was on the plane, I was won over, the flight attendant was great, even gave me an extra strong drink because I think he could tell I was nervous. All in all a good experience.</div>
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This last flight though, seemed to be doomed from the get go. I pulled into the airport only to find that the long-term parking lot was completely full. Having no option as I was driving myself and had nowhere else to leave my car, I opted for short-term parking and dealt with the fact that I was going to have pay serious money by the time I made it back. I got through security pretty quickly since I had my boarding pass printed and decided to grab a drink while I waited. I waited patiently at the bar and by the time the lady made it to me, I nervously requested my jack and coke. She gave me a double take and after checking my ID to verify my nervous twitch wasn't from trying to score an illegal drink, she asked if I wanted a double. When a huge smile appeared on my face, she said "triple?" I opted for the triple jack with a splash of coke and was on my way. I grabbed a chair by the windows by my gate and waited for the announcement to board. I made sure to pace myself on my drinking, as I didn't want to miss any announcements. Just as I looked out the window and thought "man, it looks like it is about to storm" the sky cut loose. It began pouring, lightening and thundering non-stop. A lightening bolt hit something close, cracked and the airport lost electricity for a few minutes. I tried not to let the panic overrun me, but it was difficult. This storm caused the plane I was supposed to be boarding to have to circle, inevitably causing my flight to be delayed 20 minutes. Not good when you have a connecting flight to catch that was originally scheduled to leave 40 minutes after you landed. I thought to myself "great, I will have 20 minutes, that's hardly enough time but definitely doable." I was landing in Charlotte, which, unbeknownst to me, is a pretty massive airport. Exiting my plane I realized I had to get to one end of the airport to the other in 5 minutes. I'm still not exactly sure how I did it, but I did. When I arrived at my gate, I was out of breath, sweating and just all around not thrilled. The lady scanned my ticket and said "I'll walk you out." I was like "what?!! walk me out where?" She opened the door, which I thought was only for emergencies, mind you, and lead me to the flight line and sent me in the direction of a tin can that look nowhere near flightworthy. I thought to myself, you have got to be kidding me. I force myself up the rickety stairs to be greeted by a plane full of people. I find my seat is the only empty one next to very tall man. O joy and happiness, I could tell this would be fun since he made no attempt to fix his posture when he realized he would, after all, have someone sitting next to him. He spent a good portion of the hour (thank god) flight with his legs spread eagle and a knee shoved into my leg and half his arm and head taking up my back area. Becoming agitated I finally decided he looked like he needed an elbow....in his face. I reached up a couple times to "fix my air" but he didn't seem to get the point. </div>
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The trip home was no better. Actually, to be quite honest, it was 10 times worse. I went to the first airport to be placed on another rickety plane, this time my row partner? I very large black man. Super tall and definitely the type to never pass on food. He obviously had no problem with personal space either. I spent the flight on half of my seat since he took up half my seat. I honestly felt bad, he couldn't help it. But at the same time, the tickets were so expensive, I was a little outraged. He only made the situation worse when he fell asleep, allowing his head to fall too close to me and proceeded to snore in my ear. I was more than thrilled to begin my, yet again, mad dash at Charlotte to make my connecting flight. I embarked on the plane and realized, this plane was fantastic. It was huge, great functioning a/c and even better, bigger seats and plenty of room. This time I was sure no matter who was my rowmate, I would have my seat to myself. Well, I was right, in some ways. My rowmate was perfectly capable of fitting in his seat. Now, I don't know about yall, but when I am flying, I'm not there to make friends. I'm on a mission, to get where I am going and get there alive. That's all I care about. I don't give a shit about where you are going or what you are doing. I certainly don't care what your name is, what your destination is and what you will be doing when you get there. Someone should have filled my rowmate in on this. I should have known I was in for it when I glanced up and saw his eager face looking directly at me and the ever-to-eager handshake introducing himself. He sat down and immediately started digging in his pockets. Now, he didn't do like most people do, like, stand up to get whatever it is out, or lean forward so you can reach what you are going for. No, he decided, "hey, her ribs look like they are due for a good elbow or two." Annoyed, tired, I tried to keep my calm. I repeated a little mantra to myself and felt ok. I made sure to avoid eye contact, looking out the window, looking at the carpet, staring at the skymall magazine. Until at one point I could feel his eyes burning through me. I glanced over and he smiled and began asking where I was going and what I was going there for. I responded with "new orleans, because that's where I'm from." He then began telling me all about his trip and what he was going to do and who he was going with. Now, I also understand, that as a "New Orleanian" I'm supposed to be accommodating to our tourists. But, to be completely honest, I was treating him like anyone else I would here. If I don't know you, I most certainly don't want to know all about your social calendar. I don't want to lock eyes with you and I most certainly don't want to catch you staring at me at the corner of my eye.</div>
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The whole point of this story is that, by the end of this weekend trip, I realized, I'm actually not afraid of flying anymore. I was so wrapped up in making sure that I could make my connecting flights and being worried about being drugged and having my skin being made into a life size devin-suit, that I didn't even have time to be nervous. </div>
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That is the most simple way to sum up my life for the past, it feels like, five or so years. I feel like I am constantly on the go, with no end or break in sight. It seems like it all started when my Papa died. I won't say pass away because that give the impression of it being a peaceful event. His death was anything but that. Since that time, it seems like things have been non-stop. I have lost count how many times I had moved and I was back and forth between Texas and Louisiana for the past few years. I did manage to work at a job in Dallas that I actually loved, for the most part. Though the drive and people drove me crazy sometimes, I absolutely loved the position I was given. I felt like I made a difference, I loved what I was doing, and I was appreciated. </div>
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After I felt like I was settled in and loving life, we received orders and were back to the shit hole I call New Orleans. Now, before any of you start criticizing me, let me explain something. First of all, if you have ever visited as a tourist, it is not the same as having to live here on a daily basis. Secondly, being born and raised, I have watched this city go from great, with a slight time at mediocre and then straight to hell. Everyone likes to blame Hurricane Katrina, but those of us who were in the city prior to the hurricane with our eyes truly open to our surroundings knew it was going to shit well before that time, the hurricane just expedited the process. Anyways, now that I've gone completely off topic, I was happy and disappointed at the same time. My family was here as well as some of my friends. On the other hand, I finally found a place where I felt like I belonged and I had to uproot and move once again. It was heartbreaking and stressful, but I did it, because as a Marine wife, that is what you have to do. You make friends, you build bonds and as soon as you feel like you have some life normalcy and stability, it is ripped from your grasp.</div>
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I had several interviews before the planned move, followed by a few great job offers. Being my typical self and not liking the unknown, I took a position that I had already been in and thought I would be comfortable with. Well, suffice it to say, there is a reason they have that saying "some risks are worth taking." I should have taken the leap and ventured out into the unknown, but instead I went with the "safe" option. As I'm sure many of you can tell by now, that was a huge disaster. I won't go into detail as to why it was a huge mistake, but since the time of taking that offer, I've gained the weight back that I lost when I had a healthy job that I was happy at, I picked up smoking (which is absolutely disgusting for a girl in my opinion) and have become basically a downright unhappy, disgusting, miserable person. </div>
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Thanks to the suggestion of a friend, I checked out a position that sounded too good to be true. I applied, was called for a phone interview and then met with the hiring managers in person. It was a quick process and was surprised to hear back just the day after my interview with a job offer. I took it without hesitation. So much for not jumping blindly into the unknown!! </div>
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<br />DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-42332713110621172442012-01-16T13:30:00.000-08:002012-01-16T13:38:19.696-08:00The Life That Passed Me By<div align="justify">Normally I can push away the daydreaming and "what ifs". I realize that it is neither helpful nor constructive. Today is one of those days that I've finally let it take over and ruin the day. I realize that I have wasted pretty much my entire life. Things went downhill my after senior year of high school, starting with a bad car accident and never regaining control of my life afterwards. I shit away a scholarship and books that were paid for, I skipped classes instead of going. Some because they were boring and didn't challenge me, and others because I was too worried about what else was happening in the world to care. I had great potential in my engineering courses, the professors acknowledging and complimenting me frequently. Instead of taking the plunge and throwing myself all in, I ran. I told myself I wasn't smart enough to do it, tucked tail and ran like hell. Here I am, seven years later. Yes, disgusting, I know. Seven years of doing pretty much nothing with my life. I dropped out of college, had to pay back quite a few thousand dollars for the education that meant nothing since I didn't finish it. I work in the legal field, a field I'm good in but absolutely cannot stand. I've been scarred from trusting most people, especially attorneys, and that affects me on a daily basis, more than I could ever admit. </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I had set out to blog about this hoping it would help release some of my anxiety and anger with myself. It didn't really. </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-34782116156738745932011-12-27T10:13:00.000-08:002011-12-27T10:21:03.801-08:00Disappointment<div align="justify">That is about the only word that can sum up the feeling I have toward myself. I swore that when I moved back to New Orleans, I would keep up with the healthy lifestyle, diet, cooking, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exercise</span>, etc. I have been back since June and I've done a piss poor job of all of the above. I probably would have went a little while longer before noticing had it not been for Christmas. Christmas is the time of year when everyone gets together to shove their faces, my family is no different. In between amazing lunches and dinners I noticed my weight gain. All of my clothes that used to be loose on me are now tight and looking like they would explode within any second. I could not be more disappointed and disgusted with myself. I worked so hard to drop the weight that I did and had such a clear goal in mind of how much more I wanted to lose. At some point it stopped being about a number and started being about becoming healthy for myself, no one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">else's</span> opinion mattered to me anymore. Now, I have blown all of that away within less than a year.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I'm forcing myself to get back on track. I'm trying a little more radical methods than before to get the ball rolling again and hopefully after the pounds start coming off again, I'll be able to stick with it. I'll make sure to keep you guys posted on any good recipes I find, fun outings or cool new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exercises</span> I may discover. </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-88635796277943743352011-08-12T06:08:00.000-07:002011-08-12T06:11:58.036-07:00Personal accountability<div align="justify">Let's be honest, I keep posting on here and talking about how I am going to do this and how I'm going to do that. WELL, I haven't done any of what I have promised. SO I have decided that I am going to start using this blog as a way to hold myself personally accountable for the self-promises I make, pretty much on a daily basis. Here are some promises I've made to myself and haven't lived up to thus far:</div>
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<br /><div align="justify">NOW, hopefully that I have put it all out there, I will keep myself on task and start sharing some of the craziness with my followers :) </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-59545118812797500832011-07-22T09:41:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:48:26.128-07:00The Hardest Part of Letting Go<div align="justify">Whether it be a friend, loved one, whoever, the hardest part is letting go. Saying goodbye, walking away, trying to keep them out of your memories.</div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I've had a lot of issues with death, but for once, this is not it. I've had friends that have come and gone A LOT over the last ten years or so. Some I knew they would only be short time friends, convenient for the time being, nice casual encounters and help with studies, etc. Others, I knew within the moment we met that we'd be friends for a lifetime. I had been, until recently, correct thus far about those connections. I have a very tight circle of friends that I know I can count on no matter what. So when one of those friends I thought would be with me until the end, completely dropped off of the face of the earth, it threw me for a loop. The worst part, he is a guy. I fight myself from the very beginning saying "just let him go, he obviously doesn't want to be your friend if he can disappear so easily without a word" but then, after some time, it starts to bother me. I think back on the things I had recently did and said, to think of ANYTHING that I could have done to insult him. Anything I could have done to hurt his feelings. For the life of me I cannot think of anything. So what do I do? I stupidly send him a facebook message. The dumbest thing you can do when someone is very obviously avoiding you. I wish there was an unsend button on that thing to allow me to maintain some of my dignity and make me not seem like one of those stalker girls. </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I need to learn how to not wear my heart on my sleeve and not be so eager to have people always want to like me and accept me. It is not possible to get along and be friends with EVERYONE, so when someone is going out of their way to avoid me, I need to let it go.</div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I was just curious if any of my followers had ever been in a situation like that and if so, how did you handle it? Hopefully not as silly as I did!</div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-19513263613145937452011-07-05T10:41:00.000-07:002011-07-05T10:54:37.030-07:00My Dirty Little Secret<div align="justify">I'm sure to much of your dismay, this entry is NOT about an extramarital affair, but in fact, about my current battle with depression.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhueM_hrA_XR5WBnsLhRaUcwvXOwxsh7wxSLY56MPljGbZb3-n4Fh2RaWOrh1pqBjwGpDoJ5N2ltceUV06w4P4T11EDUNOaijFKCXUpnMHLHO1sAUEVE_OXELrTQOiW9Mc2blpo_Gqu1uPW/s1600/depression_3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625925101321463202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhueM_hrA_XR5WBnsLhRaUcwvXOwxsh7wxSLY56MPljGbZb3-n4Fh2RaWOrh1pqBjwGpDoJ5N2ltceUV06w4P4T11EDUNOaijFKCXUpnMHLHO1sAUEVE_OXELrTQOiW9Mc2blpo_Gqu1uPW/s200/depression_3.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="justify">I never really understood depression until the past few years. Despite trying my hardest to push away the sadness and loneliness and keep a smile on my face and song in my voice to fool others, it eventually took over, like it does anyone with this disorder. I pushed away some of those who cared deeply for me, while letting in some that wanted nothing but harm to befall me. I burned bridges with friends while finding refuge in places I shouldn't have. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">People try to relate their depression to a specific cause. For me, I know what my depression stems from, but it is certainly not the sole cause. I watched my papa die slowly everyday over a two month period, very slowly and very painfully. It broke my heart every morning I woke up and realized he was still in the hospital. My heart broke more and more as I watched my mother giving care for her father, but knowing no matter how hard she tried, and how hard she prayed, the ultimate ending was death. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I spend a lot of time playing the "what if" game with myself regarding the days leading up to his initial hospitalization. I can tell you, as everyone in the world I'm sure could tell you, this is the most UNhealthy game you could ever play. I've had vivid dreams with my papa telling me secrets, telling me not to worry, sometimes reprimanding me for being said, and sometimes, in the best but eventually worst dreams, papa telling me he was really alive and just in hiding for a while. The worst feeling has to be when I jump awake and realize that he is not really back, nor will he ever be.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I've shut myself off from a lot of things I used to enjoy as well as stopped socializing with a lot of good people. I realize it is unhealthy but I don't know if I care enough to change it. I've had an even harder struggle with weight control and sometimes feel that my only solution would to become bulimic or anorexic. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I guess I feel as though writing about it will allow me to get my true feelings out and start to work on getting myself healthy and normal again. Only time will tell I guess. </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-65341142476331660282011-05-26T14:33:00.000-07:002011-07-05T10:40:37.821-07:00Anything But Ordinary<div align="justify">As many of you loyal followers have noticed, I did not keep good on my word of keeping my blog updated. I would love to fill your eyes with excuses, but I won't because well, that's just lame!</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">I'm hoping to revamp my blog in order to personify me a little better as the person I am today. It feels like I have gone through so much and changed as a person over the past year or so, and I'd love to have my blog reflect that and a place to showcase my personality. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify">If I have learned/realized anything recently it would be that I am one amazing person. Now, before you go all "o God what an egotistical bitch," let me explain a bit. I have accomplished so much for myself in the 25 years that I have been alive. I have a home, I have a car, I have loving friends and family. What I have recently come to realize is that I have a very valuable set of skills in the work field.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">My husband was transferred by the Marine Corps to New Orleans, uprooting me once again, throwing me into the spiraling downfall of a job search. To say I was sick to my stomach would be an understatement. I am happy in the position I am in currently. I had been in the legal field for a few years then, by the grace of God I suppose, I was given the opportunity to take the position I am in today. Originating as an admin position, focusing mainly on pay roll, and at this point, has lead up to a more Office Manager/HR position. I would have never given myself this much credit to be able to take on such a huge position, but I'm glad my company found faith in me when I did not.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">The job search began on a Wednesday evening. I reached out to a single legal recruiter that I had heard great things about and by the next week I had a total of seven interviews scheduled. In addition to those interviews, I had scored one of my own, with a previous employer who I LOVED working for. Long story short, I went through with all of the interviews (the most nerve wracking experience I've ever had in my life), and have ultimately decided to return to my previous employer. Now, loyal followers/friends, don't panic. It is NOT the previous employer right before my current position. I would never put myself in that position again. (Reminder to self: maybe I SHOULD have filed a sexual harassment suit?! balls up lady!) Anyways, I'm very excited to be working for him again as he is one of the very few attorneys that I feel has his morals and ethics intact. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify">That being said, I have been in the midst of packing up my house and moving us, yet again, 500 miles to the Big Easy. I am full of a million emotions right now and wish I could express to you how I feel. I figured this is the best way.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Anyways, I will be leaving you with those thoughts for now. Also, I'll be randomly revamping my layout/styles in order to give myself a break from the chaos as well as to help my blogger reflect me. I'm also hoping to do more posts on fashion (which I'm absolutely obsessed with), cooking and most of all, weight loss! I hope I have kept most of you will me during the my lull and I'm hoping to make new followers as my blog progresses. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Until then, ciao! </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-91260926415063534532011-01-12T05:57:00.001-08:002011-01-12T06:04:42.742-08:00Excited List<div align="justify">So I've recently decided to deactivate my facebook account. I feel like I need a break from everything. This was a quick and easy way to stay off of most of my friends' radar and avoid invites and talking while I take my "mental vacation." I know it sounds a little strange, but sometimes, you just need a break :) So far, it has only been about two days & I'm actually enjoying it. I feel like I am more productive at work and at home and I'm halfway through a book I've been wanting to read for quick a while. O! and how can I forget, time for blogging!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Anyways, I've noticed the past couple days that I feel the need to "post" things I'm excited about that are upcoming, but alas, where do I post without facebook? Well, my friends, you are the lucky ones, because I will randomly be posting my excited lists on here from time to time :)</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I am excited about:</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">1. My sister's recent engagement. Despite not being the biggest fan of the guy, he makes her happy. That is all I ask, o yes & that he take care of her so I don't have to kill him :)</div><div align="justify">2. A change in scenery soon</div><div align="justify">3. Hubby's promotion. It has been over a week but it still has me bubbly</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I am SUPER excited about:</div><div align="justify">1. Checking out these two new recipes I found this weekend. One is a breakfast pie and the other is a low-fat reduced sodium tortilla soup!! Way beyond excited about expanding my recipe collection.</div><div align="justify">2. This "marriage enrichment" deal that hubby & I are doing on Saturday. The military always offers things like this to couples to help with their relationship. Hubby & I's theory is, why not take advantage of it when it is offered so we never need REAL help when it is too late.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">That is about it for now. Hope you enjoyed my ramble :) </div><div align="justify"> </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-66598033256115858942011-01-11T08:39:00.001-08:002011-01-11T08:57:04.386-08:00It's Time To Talk About Your Health....<div align="justify">Long time no post! I'll spare you the apologies and excuses, and jump right into what I want to talk about.....health! </div><div align="justify"><br />I recently found a SD memory card from a camera I had about two years ago. I grabbed it and made a mad dash to the laptop to see what "ancient" jewels it held. It popped up with 535 pictures, I clicked download, and within a matter of seconds I was skimming through photos I had completely forgotten I had taken. Then, I made it to the section I had subconsciously tried to forget. The 2008 Marine Corps Ball. The dress I had chosen, within 20 minutes in the store, was NOT flattering at all. It was not only the dress that brought me to pure horror, but my weight. I hadn't realized until that point how heavy I was. Not an "O my gosh Becky, I can't believe I ate that extra cracker at lunch, 20 minutes extra cardio for me tonight!" but the "how did my family and friends not have an intervention to stop me from destroying myself" heavy. As much as I wanted to close out of the program, I continued on, jumping from picture to picture, looking bigger and unhealthier in each as they progressed. </div><div align="justify"><br />It was at that moment that I swore to myself to get back on track. Since that time I had dropped about thirty or so pounds. It wasn't just the weight that was my goal, but all over health. I gained muscle so that could account for a few extra pounds. I went off of the way clothes fit way looser and it felt great! I reached a plateau about a month or two ago. I stopped going to the gym like I should have and stopped eating healthy like I used to. I was disappointed in myself. A lot of people try to blame the holidays, but that was not the case. I had given up. Until I saw what I used to look like. Sometimes it takes a kick in the ass to remember what you are fighting for.</div><div align="justify"><br />So, I have been making it a point to cook home cooked meals each night. It has been working so far. </div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfS-n_4ljeLGn3IJRZXKm6fYkHGdqMqS6bdBT1IXU3Gp8rfrpr8XbRl0fmMpZH7vN7uPYBeo_Inv_jRDpYiwA-sh0tudIbedbCIFfoQjIHP7CyIo9wPlPzPxlcSNSvHwJL0U0x_DzF06G/s1600/IMG00334-20110110-1842.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560970809601705106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfS-n_4ljeLGn3IJRZXKm6fYkHGdqMqS6bdBT1IXU3Gp8rfrpr8XbRl0fmMpZH7vN7uPYBeo_Inv_jRDpYiwA-sh0tudIbedbCIFfoQjIHP7CyIo9wPlPzPxlcSNSvHwJL0U0x_DzF06G/s200/IMG00334-20110110-1842.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now, you will have to excuse the tilapia. I guess I didn't realize how easily it would fall apart after marinading it in a lemon/hot sauce mixture. Either way, grilled tilapia (my own recipe), baked asparagus (biggest loser cook book- this was the first recipe from there I didn't enjoy), and a mixed salad (just lettuce and spinach). All-in-all it was a pretty good dinner. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyways, I'm always looking for great new recipes, whether it be for a main course, side, snack, beverage, whatever. So if you ever have anything to share, lay it on me :)</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I hope to keep you guys updated on the process. Hopefully I can be an inspiration for some of you that may be wanting to get on the healthy path too. Maybe some of you can be MY inspiration? </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-18803937487857174752010-10-07T13:24:00.000-07:002010-10-07T13:36:49.011-07:00Trying to fit a watermelon into a pin hole....<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGy3dR6cKbpWNjQ6_SeTeikuF12JiZWmL26VsSTe9s0x_bVna4SicDl0W1gRPPa3_q1FpRNsevhYmJxdjK6UXFXtLb9a1W2OPXuqFiHEYreYU9CCdqReL_cUHz8jDjXkKpaFNysDxhHNlQ/s1600/800px-watermelons.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525403529209167938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGy3dR6cKbpWNjQ6_SeTeikuF12JiZWmL26VsSTe9s0x_bVna4SicDl0W1gRPPa3_q1FpRNsevhYmJxdjK6UXFXtLb9a1W2OPXuqFiHEYreYU9CCdqReL_cUHz8jDjXkKpaFNysDxhHNlQ/s200/800px-watermelons.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkvIWUKSnB8lXOiypTibyXlaR-jITyarFaJtWhk_AdqMq14v6Ry-tMEGEq1IFjx82oBBDUwR4PJ6j8htJjaxqN66kq8v3rwtsXh7NN5-T3ux_Igb9pl6u_gC2hGBCgk9FHXBQ6k2gEZjP/s1600/spacer.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525403167110549138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkvIWUKSnB8lXOiypTibyXlaR-jITyarFaJtWhk_AdqMq14v6Ry-tMEGEq1IFjx82oBBDUwR4PJ6j8htJjaxqN66kq8v3rwtsXh7NN5-T3ux_Igb9pl6u_gC2hGBCgk9FHXBQ6k2gEZjP/s200/spacer.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p align="justify">Okay, before I let your minds wander off too much, it isn't what you think. I happen to be talking about my breasts. :) </p><p align="justify">I've been on a quest to find a cute but sexy [enough] halloween costume to wear this year. Since I have dropped my 30+ pounds I am noticing that the larger costumes are TOO large, but where the smaller ones fit great on my body, they lack fabric in the breast area. I figured as I lost weight I would lose boobs. I braced myself for it and was happier and happier as the days went by and the numbers on the scale kept getting smaller and my breasts did not. I didn't realize what a predicament it put me in until last night. I finally located the costume I had been drooling over for the past two years, and I swore I wouldn't wear it until I slimmed down. This was the year, I thought to myself. I walked over, grabbed the package and ran to the dressing room. It looks perfect down to the smallest detail. My ass looked great, my tummy nice and flat, all I have to do now is pull the top up and......</p><p align="justify">There I was, staring face to face with a top that had, what I like to call, allocated boob zone. For those of you who don't have the same imagination as me, let me explain. Some designers make tops with a certain area designated for the boobs. It is great for people with average size breasts or even smaller breasts, as it accentuates the area. In my case = my worst enemy. All these years of pining over this one costume, only to be shot down within one quick moment thanks to the unthoughtful costume designer not looking out for the big boobie girls of the world.</p><p align="justify">So my question to my readers out there is, have you had this problem before? If so, what did you do? </p>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-47865101336265642952010-08-17T11:50:00.000-07:002010-09-21T11:08:52.883-07:00Back from the Dead<div align="justify">That is about the only way I can sum it up. My world turned into a madhouse after my last post and, unfortunately, this was the easiest/most logical thing to cut from my schedule. Things have seemed to calm down a little bit so I feel like maybe I should give this another try. Also, I feel a lot better after I blog.</div><div align="justify"><br /><br />Let's see, first thing is first. I have managed to drop thirty pounds since I've started my quest for dropping the pounds. It is still not everything I want to lose but I already feel amazing and am able to wear between small and medium clothes in juniors, so ...yea, excitement! Pic below :)</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-eHQl-8SxiW-a20T3ZV9XmfglsePOlQ9tD66idFSJ7_poSVmmSNkay7JB49zbVXYRrlXkuyQg9s-ZOO995vdgdSlNgzhuzrlrSCCwT1q2k4XOmnTNHf2AtdQAQ7eOznZB5MvdsjBDgev0/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519429383151750178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-eHQl-8SxiW-a20T3ZV9XmfglsePOlQ9tD66idFSJ7_poSVmmSNkay7JB49zbVXYRrlXkuyQg9s-ZOO995vdgdSlNgzhuzrlrSCCwT1q2k4XOmnTNHf2AtdQAQ7eOznZB5MvdsjBDgev0/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">I have managed to cross a couple things off of my bucket list. I was actually able to attend TWO Yankees games this season. Now, I know they don't <em>really</em> count since I saw them while they were playing in Texas, but I am pretty content for now to semi-check it off of my list. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I finally feel comfortable here, like it is my home. I have met some pretty amazing people and have formed some long lasting friendships. Everything finally seems to be going right, everything back on track && I'm ready to rock out. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Anyways, I'm going to try to start blogging daily [hey, no snickers here, you know I do my best ;)].....okay maybe I should stick with weekly first and see where to go from there. You guys have a lot of catching up to do :) </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-189162247123935472010-06-02T13:18:00.000-07:002010-06-02T13:23:02.236-07:00Inspiration...<div align="justify">Inspiration comes in different ways, shapes and sizes. Today I got a bit of inspiration and renewed faith in myself. My mind turned to my blog. The one thing I have always had control over (not including the times I've used it to take a jab at someone I KNEW would be reading). It is always here for me to vent to, lash out at, share happiness with. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">But lately, I've let it fall to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">waste side</span>. Well, let's be honest, I never build it up to the capacity I meant to. It has always been a work in progress since its existence. This blog was meant to be a place to not only log my thoughts and dreams but to keep track of important memories/stories/jokes that may fall from my memory after time. To share my taste in music, food and alcohol. But most importantly, my love of fashion. Whether it be cute clothes, great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">accessories</span>, or fantastic/stylish new make ups, that is where my heart is and belongs.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">So I'm holding myself accountable and completely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">responsible</span>. This blog will be turned around and become what it was meant to be. I will continue to bring you my random stories, but hopefully with more random bits of happiness and newness in between. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I hope those of you who have been my faithful followers from the very beginning will continue to stay with me. :)</div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-45552859756196263132010-05-26T10:27:00.000-07:002010-05-26T10:40:03.212-07:00The Scare....<div align="justify">Okay, let me stop you before you get too excited, especially those of you who know me personally. NOT a pregnancy scare (though we have been getting an OVERWHELMING amount of suggestions that we have children since we are so established, but I digress) but a scare of all scares concerning my puppy dog. Now, as many of you can sense from some of my blogs, I am OBSESSED (yes, the caps are necessary because I admit I have a problem) with my pup pup. He will be turning five in July and I have had him since he was just a few months old. Hubby and I have raised him and he has become like a family member/child. I know some of you parents out there are probably shaking your heads that I am comparing a dog to a child BUT, don't judge me :p </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">He is a large black lab mix, who stands taller than me (at 5'6) when on his hind legs. Despite his size, he still thinks he is a lap dog and will climb on top of me if I make the mistake of sitting on the ground. He is the biggest love bug you will ever meet.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Monday night I curled up in our enormous new king size pillow top (aka a cloud smack dab in the middle of heave) bed and fell asleep. In the middle of the night I heard a strange noise, but was so tired I thought it was a dream. I quickly fell back asleep only to wake up to the same noise at about 5 a.m. That sound was very distinct, the sound of vomit coming up and hitting the floor. It was not hubby, as he was still asleep in bed, but my faithful pup companion. He looked at me in horror, probably thinking he was going to get in trouble for doing something bad. Poor little guy.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I will spare you all of the disgusting details though. Long and short is this is the first time he has thrown up since he was a puppy. When we first adopted him he was not in the best condition and stupid amounts of money later, he was fine. He HAS been fine until that night. I had hubby check on him yesterday during the day since I was at work. When he got home he discovered he had been sick more and I asked that he take him to the vet immediately. He was one sick pup.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Diagnosis? After running every test under the sun, we discovered his enzyme levels in his kidney are slightly elevated. We were told once the enzymes raise like that there is already damage done and the kidney will never operate to the exact full capacity it did before. Solution? Prescription dog food for the rest of his life. Real kicker? low in protein but high in fat. Should be interesting trying to exercise him MORE than we already do. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">All in all, it was worth the money to find out early what was going on with pup pup AND it made me appreciate him even more than I did before. </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-9510626354956810812010-05-17T13:22:00.000-07:002010-05-17T13:27:37.733-07:00I have a feeling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyZ99reqxPbtswIFn58qxxLFZ5_l9yz2DcDe4HT9L2E79Ccj04zCjH2PcXyCNRnJVKbIluQ4CVVwCBpWu1zVI_5SBtN7Ieoen7RuyDB6L-hd2PmNsHUg7xPlC4LuQuRt9XfkUtNHvCBd8/s1600/29646_574176863258_45700109_33051240_6557729_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472338193305823634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyZ99reqxPbtswIFn58qxxLFZ5_l9yz2DcDe4HT9L2E79Ccj04zCjH2PcXyCNRnJVKbIluQ4CVVwCBpWu1zVI_5SBtN7Ieoen7RuyDB6L-hd2PmNsHUg7xPlC4LuQuRt9XfkUtNHvCBd8/s320/29646_574176863258_45700109_33051240_6557729_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>that our pup is LOVING the new house...just ignore the long weeds that are being taken care of today. It makes me feel calm inside to see him loving the new house so much!<br /></div><div></div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-87072120102199841452010-05-17T11:26:00.000-07:002010-05-17T11:58:08.521-07:00In broad daylight...<div align="justify">The timing couldn't have been more perfect. I noticed the neighborhood hubby had picked out to live in about a year ago was turning downwards...and FAST! The rental property was meant to save him money. He didn't have to worry about the looks or age because it was to be just him living in it. So, of course, it worked out that I landed a job and moved in with him shortly after he arrived at this house. It was horrible. We will just leave it at that. I missed our original house in the super safe neighborhood. Now, we were forced to mingle with people who didn't like to pick up their garbage and kept a million stray cats around outside (I really dislike cats). </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">So naturally, when we bought a house, I did the research and selected the neighborhood. All the lawns were well manicured and maintained. I saw a random cat here and there, but for the most part I saw people walking their dogs around the neighborhood and they looked at ease with the situation. It looked like everyone worked during the day, came home, played with their children out front/walked their dogs/socialized with the neighbors. This made my decision easy! </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">All my time and effort paid off, we purchased the house. Now the last thing we needed to do was successfully move out of the shady rental property. Sounds simple right? Well, not exactly! The person who rented before was a co-worker of my hubby AND was also friends with the property manager. Naturally, everyone had faith that he would take care of the property like he should have. And of course, to our misfortune he did not, which left us twice the clean up and work when we moved out. I had hubby and a few of his muscular friends do most of the moving. I was in charge of the breakables (come on, who would honestly leave the glass to the strong marines?? not a good idea!) and of course, the clean up. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I decided to take the opportunity and trash a lot of stuff we had. We had been starting fresh, time to become adults. We no longer need to live with college plastic ware and mix matched items. I bagged items up quickly and placed them on the street. After I was finished for the day, I began loading my car up with the smaller things, when I noticed my garbage had been ripped through. It was very obvious it was a person who did this, not an animal. I was FURIOUS. I rebagged the garbage, went inside, grabbed the last bit of the breakables and began loading them into my car. Still furious. I notice a few houses over, a car backing into the driveway. The car is making a lot of noise and is kind of shady looking. Nothing is unusual to me, this is a house that has had police cars in front of it a few times in the past month. I think to myself "thank GOD we are getting out of here, this is one step away from becoming the ghetto." One of the guys that gets out gives me a dirty look and I throw one back his way. I'm scrappy, I don't take shit. I get in my car and peel out, only a couple more trips and I can kiss this place goodbye!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I make another trip, but this time I make hubby come with me, I am not liking the vibe from the old neighborhood anymore. Hubby is cleaning off the lawn mower to load it up and I grab the last bit from inside. When I come out I noticed a girl talking to my hubby and by the time I join the conversation I gather than they had been robbed, in broad day light! The burglars backed into their driveway and loaded their car up with items from their garage and took off. My heart started racing then sank, I watched the people do it. I waited for her to walk away, and I told hubby that I had seen the whole thing. He laughed and started to walk away, I started contemplating if I should tell the neighbors when hubby stopped me dead in thought by saying a neighbor across the street had written down the license number. O thank goodness! I thought to myself. But I still can't help but feeling guilty that I watched it and didn't realize it.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Moral of the story, if you let trash and shady characters hang out by your house, how is anyone supposed to know when you are getting robbed?! haha</div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-7494542552691617732010-04-29T08:15:00.000-07:002010-05-11T13:15:24.326-07:00When All Logic Fails, Resort to Name Calling...?<div align="justify">**Disclaimer-- I wrote this blog quite a while back, while searching for a clip of this incident. I gave up after a while, thought to myself "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hmm</span> let's give it some time, I'm sure they will have a clip of her calling this man an 'ass'. Time passed by and honestly, I forgot, then I looked again, only to give up quickly so that I don't spend half my day googling "meme <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">roth</span> calls man ass"**</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">While organizing things around the house last night and listening to Fox News (yes, yes, I said it, now all of my readers can either love me more or decide they hate me for no reason, other than that I tend to be more sane than the left wing nut jobs), and interesting topic was being discussed: childhood obesity. Not just childhood obesity, but the fact that there are laws being passed making it illegal for fast food restaurants to offer toys with their meals. Now, usually, I probably couldn't care one way or the other. First, we don't have children, so I'd only be standing ground off of an assumption viewpoint. Secondly, when we do have kids, a toy will not be the selling point of whether my child gets fast food or not. Because I, as a mother, will tell them yes or no. Because I'm the boss & that's the way it goes (what, you know you mother's out there say the same thing, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">momma's</span> the boss always, that's how it was in my home growing up). </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Anyways, the point that the government is now going to be controlling silly things (okay let me not downplay childhood obesity since it is growing, no pun intended, like wild fire) kind of bothers me. What will they start controlling next? Honestly, if we are going to get this aggressive about stopping childhood obesity, they may want to make it a law that each child will have to ride their bike to school, as opposed to riding the bus. </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Either way, no matter how you feel about it, each side had valid points that made me nod my head to in agreement. But it seems that the advocate of the "no toys with food" law ran out of valid points and/or arguments and resorted to name calling on public television. Now, it was not a horrible display of vulgar language. {{"[guys name] don't be an ass"}}Hey, I call people asses all the time, but not on public television and not because they simply disagree with my logic/views/morals/etc.<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Anyways, by the end of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">segment</span> I was giggling a little and shaking my head saying "Meme Roth, maybe you're the ass."</div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-47857027579451947142010-04-22T07:30:00.001-07:002010-04-22T07:59:30.375-07:00Happy Homeowners!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHf_H9u6pBiuW8PVOgctAKH1E0aqCjO9anNxBSp0SBQd4nKtDPmVbWVtetRmhAy-5sJiae7lg7e13kfS8eibT0r2o0HZBttvl-dDJ5DyxLgXKJe4gmx_hJGuwfPtqUfsZlRHYyX1Q2_6CD/s1600/25904_571211585698_45700109_32977615_7716007_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462976630258462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHf_H9u6pBiuW8PVOgctAKH1E0aqCjO9anNxBSp0SBQd4nKtDPmVbWVtetRmhAy-5sJiae7lg7e13kfS8eibT0r2o0HZBttvl-dDJ5DyxLgXKJe4gmx_hJGuwfPtqUfsZlRHYyX1Q2_6CD/s320/25904_571211585698_45700109_32977615_7716007_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Well, hello there loyal followers!! Sorry for the length in absence. I have been insanely busy with work, and of course, closing on our new house! Yes, we FINALLY closed on our house. I was/am so proud of myself for being able to figure it out and make it happen! I actually had to have the title company fix something because I caught a mistake in their numbers, pretty swift huh?! Anyways, regardless of all of the stress and time put into the process, it was SO worth it. We are happy homeowners!</div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">So the craziness begins. We have quite a bit of time between when we need to move out of our rental so I decided we should have fresh paint on every wall on the inside and possibly put in new flooring in a couple of the rooms. I was lucky enough to inherit some of the beautiful flowers to the original owners left behind. I think I'm going to post before AND after pictures on my blog and also get some tips/suggestions. It is times like these I wish my Papa were still alive so that he could add his special touches with the carpentry inside our home. </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Everything seems like it is falling into place. Hubby seems to be getting into the new house, even coming on excersions to Home Depot, Lowes, etc. to help with paint samples/floor samples. He even suggested a trip to IKEA this weekend before/after the Rangers baseball game to help inspire me. Sometimes I swear I must have been a saint in my past life to deserve him.</div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Anywho, there are a lot of things I want to catch you guys up on in regards to the latest happenings in my life/news/politics...so I'm hoping to do that sometime today. </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-87059602238747286202010-04-14T08:22:00.000-07:002010-04-14T08:25:13.036-07:00Sometimes...<div align="justify">A commercial/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tv</span> show/movie comes out and you can really identify with it. Sometimes it is so close to your real life that it is scary. Well, this is one of those times. Hubby & I were sitting, eating our BIGGEST LOSER dinner and watching t.v. when a new commercial came on (well new to me because I have never seen it). I was dying with laughter by the end of it because I swear they made this commercial off of my 90 pound dog who thinks he is mommy's little baby/lap dog. Enjoy!</div><br /><br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/krBOmq7c4BI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/krBOmq7c4BI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-79369919233344688862010-04-06T09:51:00.000-07:002010-04-06T09:52:58.527-07:00Scene it!<div align="justify">Ever have a moment in time where you have a movie/tv scene stuck in your head for the longest time and you can't get it out no matter how hard you try? Well this is the scene stuck in my head today. lol. Enjoy!</div><br /><br /><object width="380" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ_V1U4txRM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ_V1U4txRM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="285"></embed></object>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-72866715873820678172010-04-06T06:09:00.000-07:002010-04-06T06:15:45.511-07:00Today's Music SelectionI can't decide between the two, so you will have two great, and VERY different songs for the day.<br /><br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><object width="380" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpkitLUbeEg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpkitLUbeEg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="380" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvxSriweixo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvxSriweixo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="285"></embed></object>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-78007940937697282332010-04-05T07:04:00.000-07:002010-04-05T09:42:41.288-07:00Self Renewal<div align="justify">Every now and then, we need to give ourself permission to breakdown. We have to let it all out and release the negativity/toxicity that has been eating us alive. We have to push it out until we have nothing left. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Last week was that week for me. I had let everything build up so much that I was at my breaking point. Stupid, small, tiny little problems built up until they were as large as....well something very large haha. I don't want to dwell on it much, because to be honest, I let it all out, it feels great and I'm ready to begin again. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I have been so fortunate to be blessed with a husband who has put up with me and all of my craziness. There were so many times that he should have run for the hills. There were so many times that I TRIED to push him away (not consciously but looking back, I definitely did quite a few times) but he never left my side. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Anyways, the whole point of this blog is to let you guys know, it is okay to let your guard down. Don't live your whole life trying to put on a front of happiness. If you are sad, say you are sad. It seems to help you get over that sadness twice as quickly. If you are happy, share that happiness with everyone. In the long run, I'm sure it will add some years onto your life. && make you a hell of a lot easier to be around :)</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I had an amazing weekend full with friends and, of course, my hubby. Yesterday we attended our Easter party at our friends, which we do EVERY year. We have been lucky to be moved around with them and have know them for about five years (very rare for a military family to be together that long). Anyways, hubby and I took home the gold in the Egg Toss and Three-legged race. Yea, we pretty much rock! All in all it was a great weekend and I'm hoping this week will continue the pattern.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Happy Monday ya'll!!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><object width="380" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tf92q6Vrj2o&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tf92q6Vrj2o&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="285"></embed></object></div><div align="justify"></div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-32069864755471351282010-04-01T13:45:00.000-07:002010-04-01T14:30:09.083-07:00Spring is in the Air!!<div align="justify"><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y48/dejohns/?action=view&current=419878313_5e01d042b1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y48/dejohns/419878313_5e01d042b1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Forget love give me Spring!! Howdy my followers/fellow bloggers! It has been quite a while!! I'd love to say I've been so busy because I've won the lottery, but I haven't, so I'll have to stick to the truth of the fact that I'm horrible at consistency and keeping up with my blog!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Where to begin, where to begin! Well I guess I should start with the most pressing/obvious. I have been in the WORST mood of my life. Seriously, for the past week or so, I've feared for my hubby's life. Okay, I won't go that far BUT I have been pretty satan-like, and it is not very becoming for a lady such as myself. I have been so negative that it is unbelievable. I almost felt like I did about a year ago. I quickly snapped myself out of it though. I also came in today to see that one of my favorite bloggers, <a href="http://everydayingray.blogspot.com/2010/04/debbie-downer-died-last-night.html">Tami G,</a> was apparently in the same funk as me, until she determined to push away the yucky! So that is what I'm determined to do as well!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">We are closing on our house in about two weeks. I'm very anxious/nervous about that. I think that may have something to do with my frustrations/stress right now. We have been hoarding money like crazy to keep a back up of funds if it is needed. I think we will be fine, but at this point I am just ready for this closing to be done & over and have us in our new house, unpacked and settled in. Also, I'm a big garden person. I love growing my own plants and flowers. It is killing me to not be able to get my hands on my new gardens and start working away to beautify them. I need to learn to be patient and take deep breaths and wait it out I guess. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Also, I met someone yesterday that had been offered a severance pay in order to keep the sexual harassment she suffered hush hush. At first I was shocked that a law firm would do such a thing. Then I started thinking, hmmm maybe I need to give details, line by line, to my old employers and have them give me hush money. I'm sure I would get way more than this girl did considering the law firm actually knew what was being done to me, along with at least three others. (grrrossssss).</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">But I digress, as usual! I'm super excited because they Yankees are coming to play the Rangers not on one but TWO occasions!!! & of course, I will be at both this summer!! I LOOOVE it!! Also, this weekend I'm getting in some rock climbing ANNND spending the rest of the day at a lake with some friends. Hopefully we will manage to pack in some sailing and jet skiing, but we will see. Hopefully I'll have some pics to post! </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Hope everyone has been doing well and not losing too much faith in my blogging!! </div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998682062402006064.post-90278793168684698132010-03-18T05:56:00.000-07:002010-03-18T06:07:55.174-07:00Good Day<div align="justify">Have you ever had one of those days where you can just tell it is going to be a GOOD day? (much like the ones where you can tell they are going to be horrible). Well, today I can just tell is going to be a great day! I woke up before my alarm went off feeling refreshed. Had puppy dog follow me around wagging his tail. Hubby turned on the teley and this song was on, yet again!, and it puts me in the best mood imaginable!! I must confess that I originally thought it was Jason Mraz when I first heard it (so sue me!) but then I realized that I think I've fallen for Michael Buble's wonderful talent/singing voice and of course that adorable face of his.</div><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&hl=" fs="1&" width="340" height="285" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">I used the new beauty product I'm selling last night and this morning and my skin feels amazing!Who would have thought soft skin would help set the mood for the day!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Now to leave you with a funny before I start work. This morning I was able to get out of the house early enough to treat myself to a QT cappuccino (the only QT is about 5 minutes out of the way so I'm only allowed it when I leave early, which is hardly ever lately). I grabbed my cappuccino, my apple, orange and water and headed to the counter. I opted out of the plastic bag (gotta save the world ya know?!) and managed to juggle my way to the car. I grabbed my key to unlock the door (note to self: need to get the remoteless key fixed) only to discover that someone must have tampered with my lock, it won't open! After a few unsuccessful tries, panic set in. I stepped back only to realize it wasn't my car! Thank goodness the person who it belongs to did not walk out during my adventure, they would have likely called the cops alerting them that there was a crazy lady running around juggling fruits trying to break into people's cars. teee hheee.. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Have a great day guys!!</div>DJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09986017600521272638noreply@blogger.com1