tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892458948483936832012-02-15T22:38:27.126-08:00Can someone tell me why I can't say I'm a Domestic Goddess on my tax forms? I mean, really? Are they looking that close?Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.comBlogger2101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-1218802641252946882010-04-21T08:35:00.000-07:002010-04-21T09:16:33.556-07:00

Last night was my 3rd class in Concepts and Theories of Classical Techniques. We talked about soups, which may sound boring, but is way funner to talk about than how to make stock or broth. And even yummier than sauces because you aren't supposed to eat sauces alone (although I have been known to eat spaghetti sauce right out of the pot minus the pasta). And while we were going over the different

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-78188214397920548202010-04-19T15:23:00.000-07:002010-04-19T15:55:04.334-07:00

I hate to do it again, but I need to. I just don't have the time to sit and pluck every gray hair in my head. I asked Jay to help, and he told me he doesn't have that much time (he is still suffering for that one. Fucker.). They are over-powering me, it's all I can see. Gray, gray, gray. It wouldn't be so bad if I still had blond hair, but no, it had to go and get darker the older I got. Mother

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-63593549124695601112010-04-07T14:30:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:05:40.101-07:00

Our lives are not in the lap of Gods,But in the lap of our cooks. Lin Yutang,The Importance of LivingWhen I made the decision to enroll in Culinary School, I never imaged that I would be totally grossed out when I took a class there. Well, I knew I would be grossed out when it came to deboneing poultry and fish, or when I had to sample anything that had shellfish in it, but I never

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-371169511565195722010-03-02T16:40:00.000-08:002010-03-02T16:53:45.040-08:00

Because I don't have enough shit going on in my loony bin life, I decided to take on Girl Scouts. As in, "Hi, my name is Christie and I'm your Troop Leader".Remember, I have a little girl who thrives on social activities. She has been begging me to do this for awhile, so I finally bit the bullet and took care of it. But I'm doing it a little differently. Every girl that joins has to have a Mommy

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-6144084680948962442010-02-19T11:02:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:20:39.736-08:00

Two posts in one week, holy fuck, what is the world coming to? Maybe it's the fact the kids are on mid-winter break and I have "time" to kill. Most likely it's the fact that the freezing office has the computer and no screaming, fighting, yelling kids in it to bother me. Call it hiding out if you want to, but you'd do the same damn thing in my shoes.I love them, but God almighty would be sick of

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-89255771252255734612010-02-16T09:43:00.001-08:002010-02-17T17:28:44.559-08:00

I know none of you are reading this, and I know this because I got one single comment on my last blog about our beloved Captain Phil. But I feel like I should be writing something, anything at this point because I really enjoy doing it and that's what matters, right. Last night, while trying to sleep, I realized that I haven't been a freshman in high school in 20 years. Twenty years! I started to

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-30665379794055844102010-02-10T08:00:00.000-08:002010-02-10T08:26:14.077-08:00

Earlier this year, Jay and I had the privilege of meeting all of the captains from the Deadliest Catch. We were very excited about this, but we were especially excited about meeting 2 of our favorite captains, Phil and Sig. They were both very funny and answered every question Jay threw at them for his interview. All of them posed for pictures with us, cracking jokes the whole time.Jay and I were

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-60070431941296898472010-01-05T11:33:00.001-08:002010-01-05T11:51:27.649-08:00

Nothing too exciting........except Jill is having a baby, y'all! How exciting is it that one of my favorite bloggers is cooking up a mini Babers as we speak (type?). Go visit her, and buy some of her very pretty and awesome jewelery at Etsy!I had swine flu and asthmatic bronchitis for Christmas, because sometimes Santa is a real prick.I made one kind of Christmas cookie this year, and only on

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-56748365765892109172009-11-12T08:05:00.000-08:002009-11-12T13:47:20.431-08:00

I am making a homemade feast for my husbands 30th birthday party. Spaghetti that takes all day to make, garlic bread that is crisp on the outside yet chewy on the inside, bacon cupcakes and beer cupcakes, and beer ice cream.I have had quite a few requests for the recipes, so I'll share a few of them. I will not now or ever give up the spaghetti sauce recipe. Ladies, if your husband has it once,

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-74535502581030526522009-10-21T09:31:00.001-07:002009-10-21T11:59:55.386-07:00

Have I really let a post my husband wrote stay in the number one slot for that long? Damn, now that is just lazy. I could point out that most days, I am busy as hell. Or that I have 3 children, a husband, and a dog to take care of. And that I sit on the board of directors for not 1 but 2 organizations. And that I just ran an all school fundraiser that was riddled with issues because it was my

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-42880259582507373272009-09-18T09:00:00.000-07:002009-09-18T14:02:17.706-07:00

The fact of the matter is that this post has been a long time coming. Christie and I first talked about guest posting for each other around a year ago, or at the very least some lengthy duration that afforded us a year's worth of opportunities for less talking and more writing. Thankfully this is one of those occasions where it matters more that you got there than it does the way you went or

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-26160054064495562272009-09-14T12:00:00.000-07:002009-09-14T12:11:45.638-07:00

Now even though I dislike Perez Hilton, he usually says what he feels. And this picture is how I feel as well. So, I'll admit I stole this from his page.Kanye West is such a douche. I'm quite fond of his music, and I get that he is gifted. But I don't need him telling me how gifted he is, and then taking it upon himself to storm the stage year after year to try and force his will upon us all.

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-41117805136715804042009-09-01T09:14:00.001-07:002009-09-01T09:56:19.061-07:00

In a few short weeks, I will reach a point of time I have a really hard time dealing with. My daughter will turn 6. And that isn't the main reason I get upset. Yes, it's hard when my "baby" gets another year older. And this year it is even harder because she will be joining Evan at school.No, what makes it hard is that I will have 2 6 year olds. Not twins. In different grades. Now, I don't know

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-74453137283842285552009-08-26T09:32:00.000-07:002009-08-26T09:59:52.944-07:00

After a long, looooong weekend, I am finally off a lot of my medications. It only took me being rushed to the hospital via ambulance for someone to realize that a lady with a freaking ulcer should not be taking 7 medications multiple times a day. Without going into too much detail, because I barely remember half of it, I'll just say that my husband thought he was going to be the Widower Ferris at

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-73248117999521097682009-08-11T17:37:00.001-07:002009-08-11T17:51:21.365-07:00

My dog is so dumb, I am ready to just open the door and let him go. No kidding. So Jay was cleaning out the food scrap bin that has been sitting in the back yard for God knows how long because it is my turn to clean it out and really, I just don't fucking care, and I forgot about it, and I batted my eyes and told him I loved him, and maybe I threatened him a little, long story short, he went out

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-22265721062221277182009-08-07T12:37:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:47:54.031-07:00

I had to post this, and it may take me forever, too. But it is that funny.Yesterday, on my way to a pre-op appointment in downtown Seattle, I was waiting in line at the on ramp. In front of me was a truck with a bunch of stickers on it. For lack of anything to do, I started reading them. They said this:Semper FiImagine PeaceGo Marines!On the bumper was this:John LennonI immediately called Jay and

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-12651278445865608322009-08-05T08:08:00.001-07:002009-08-05T08:20:54.912-07:00

Just for awhile, anyway.Because of the anti-seizure meds I'm taking to reduce my migraines and constant headaches, I am losing feeling in my hands, feet, head, and other parts of my body. Because of this, I am finding it hard to type without making major mistakes. I also am forgetting words like crazy. Top that with the hormones, and I am one step away from losing my mind people. No kidding.I am

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-78585628577198322532009-07-31T12:07:00.000-07:002009-07-31T12:07:00.799-07:00

As I can tell from my friends and family, my hormonal misfortune is your laughable gain. So why not blog about it, right.Today, I'll tell you the things that can basically go fuck themselves, which there are a lot of. Because every-fucking-thing is pissing me off lately. And be prepared for the f-bomb because it is my favorite word right now. Along with cockshiner, toolbag, and sonofabitch.

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-24388969770957647912009-07-30T07:42:00.000-07:002009-07-30T08:23:09.246-07:00

As you all know, I am on hormones. These are making me crazy. More like crazy angry, not crazy crazy. I'm not that chick running around with curlers in her hair waving a bat at people in the middle of Wal-Mart crazy. I'm the girl contemplating ramming her Dodge Durango into the lady in the other lane because she is putting on mascara in her car. I have no idea why this angers me so, I mean, she

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-62227563880468592932009-07-18T10:48:00.001-07:002009-07-18T10:52:19.729-07:00

The cops will. not. pull you over if you actually go the speed limit. I promise. Even if you pass them on the freeway. This is a trick they pull, I swear, to back up the already horrible traffic we have here in Seattle. They slow way, way down for no reason, everyone slams on their brakes so they don't pass the cop.Guess what?Not me, folks. No fucking way. I throw on the cruise control and rock

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-57400703092336050332009-07-16T06:44:00.000-07:002009-07-16T07:03:36.154-07:00

So as I kindly mentioned earlier, we saw the 6th installment of Harry Potter the other day. And for as awesome as that was, I have a few huge HUGE issues with not just this movie, but all of them. Maybe they are problems for you as well.My biggest problem almost sends me in a murderous rage (especially with all the extra hormones floating around my body right now) every time I watch the movies.

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-18521978267776907042009-07-14T21:11:00.000-07:002009-07-14T21:17:06.957-07:00

I just wanted to brag that my totally awesome and hot husband got us ADVANCED SCREENING PASSES to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and it was TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Mason, Jay, and myself went, and were even given gift cards for the snack bar, so we totally loaded up on candy, popcorn, and extremely large sodas.I am so thankful that he works for a company that gets us great

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-7740465492560951032009-07-08T15:34:00.000-07:002009-07-08T15:46:00.505-07:00

If I don't get in for surgery soon, I am gonna kill someone.I have been on progesterone for about a week now, and I am either crying over absolutely nothing, or ready to rip someones head off for not closing the graham cracker box (true story, my son is totally traumatized).I almost beat down all the stupid bitches at the movies this very morning because they brought their g.d. stupid babies, who

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-91048259866931950722009-06-29T09:17:00.000-07:002009-06-29T09:40:16.921-07:00

I don't give a fuck that Michael Jackson died.There, I said it. Rant and rave all you want now.OK, so honestly, a week ago, I'm sure all of us said these words, somehow strung together to make a funny ass joke: Michael Jackson, penis, little boys, freak of nature.So what, now that he's dead, we are all supposed to forget he liked to fuck around with little boys? Do we forget all that and put up

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-86848278426971319632009-05-31T10:06:00.000-07:002009-05-31T10:27:48.783-07:00

Alright, ladies and gentlemen, for your viewing pleasure, you simply MUST go visit my husband over at his page. I promise, you will not be disappointed AT ALL!His month of torture is almost up, and although it has been nice sharing some of my favorite movies with him (Twilight and Sex and the City, being the highlights), I feel that I have been tortured as well. No one, and I truly mean this from

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-78573561991004178712009-05-29T11:03:00.000-07:002009-05-29T11:27:36.372-07:00

So my mommy gave Jay and I $100 for our wedding anniversary. I personally think she made a bet with someone that we wouldn't make it that long since we bicker (or fight, depending on who you ask) 24-7 and call each other dirty, foul names. But, whatever, she gave it to us, so I don't care.Well, the thing is, we really, really should put it in the bank and use it to pay bills or buy food. I mean,

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-58569490423537645842009-05-28T21:45:00.000-07:002009-05-28T21:49:49.463-07:00

So for my 201st post, I could do something fun and exciting, and thank you all for keeping up with my boring life.But this is me, and I'm gonna celebrate my way.And that means showing off my imaginary 3rd husband.....Edward Cullen.No offense to my equally hot husband, but he is not nearly as nice as Edward, nor is he all that considerate of my needs all the time.So thanks to Trent for this truly

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-53048632974210115592009-05-26T10:14:00.000-07:002009-05-26T10:38:37.744-07:00

The weather in the Pacific Northwest has been awesome for the past week! It's been in the mid to high 70's, and we have been taking full advantage of it. I love living this close to water. I can drive east for 2 minutes and be at the lake. I can be at Mathew's Beach letting the kids play in Lake Washington in less than 15 minutes. Or I can drive west for 5 minutes and see Puget Sound. Driving

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-87764387977790461122009-05-19T13:08:00.000-07:002009-05-19T13:36:13.255-07:00

There is a black bear on the loose in Shoreline. No shit. It was spotted a little bit ago a mere 5 blocks from our house.A black bear is roaming free in the city and the numb-nuts at Fish and Wildlife can't seem to track the mother fucker down and shoot it with a tranquilizer gun. They even have helicopters up looking for it right now.Apparently, it swam the Ballard locks and has been roaming

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-79321347257652726412009-05-14T08:53:00.000-07:002009-05-14T08:59:38.649-07:00

Happy 5 year anniversary to my extremely hot and sexy husband! I love you so much, and if I wasn't puking my guts up and running a fever, I would give you totally awesome sex. Instead, I'll hug you good night before I roll over and puke in the bucket on my side of the bed.

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-13494709226073974262009-05-11T09:04:00.001-07:002009-05-11T09:44:02.023-07:00

Here you have my new focal point, Edward, who is now watching me sleep (yeah!), the flowers and Mom posters Mason made me, Evan's iris, the poster from Evan and Kenzie, then on the table, you can see my Twilight books (minus New Moon, which Kendall is borrowing), my lotions, cards, my Wonder Woman action figures, my favorite candy bars (Twix, Whatchamacallit, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, 100 Grand,

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-12832486247595552282009-05-01T08:55:00.001-07:002009-05-01T09:25:28.171-07:00

I was supposed to wait for Jay to go through them, but he is very busy growing a vagina this month, so I'm posting some picture anyway. He doesn't have time to stop me, so there! Besides, they are of me with the guys, and there are plenty of other pictures for him to use.I also met Captain Andy and Russell, from the Time Bandit and got their autographs. I will try and scan in my Catchcon pass,

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-87885383587799138152009-04-27T15:04:00.000-07:002009-04-27T17:01:21.556-07:00

Here are my children making us proud.Just so you know:Evan has allergies, which is why he is rubbing his nose so much. Apparently we forgot the Benadryl that morning and we were coming home from the park. And, he is fidgety just like Jay and me. We are real "movers and shakers", literally. Neither of us can ever sit still.Kenzie is, well, she is a big talker. She loves to talk more than

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-15095801105719775342009-04-26T08:53:00.000-07:002009-04-26T09:03:08.193-07:00

We went to Catch.Con yesterday and it. was. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I'm not gonna go into great deal right now and tell you how many of the captains we met (all of them!) or how many pictures we got with them (quite a few!), or if we got to tour the boats (we did!), or even if we had one on one time with them (HELL yeah we did!), but I will tell you we had a kick as time!Jay,

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-64230552492228874822009-04-22T10:10:00.000-07:002009-04-27T10:13:41.350-07:00

I just bought TWILIGHT earrings from my bestest (or one of)blogger buddy, Jill. I am all sorts of excited!!!! She sold out of her Twilight earrings very quickly, so I have to wait until she gets the beads in stock before I can get them. BUT......I am getting her New Moon earrings in the mail soon. And she has already started on the Breaking Dawn (I did ask about the Eclipse ones, but since I

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-80448048064699006382009-04-08T15:35:00.001-07:002009-04-08T15:47:28.759-07:00

Hello, thanks for reading my ad. I know this may seem strange to a lot of you, especially those of you who have been looking for Love for such a long time. So sorry if this ad offends anyone.I am looking for someone who wants to be spoiled, someone who like me wants to feel the excitement of romance that we had once before. I am looking for someone who wants to get to know one another on a very

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-67659070256108953182009-04-07T12:44:00.000-07:002009-04-07T13:16:20.066-07:00

Can I just say, first off, that I am so much happier when the sun is out and I can leave my backdoor and windows open all day long. I would be perfectly content with 65-75 degree weather all the time.And while it's been nice, we've taken advantage of it. On Saturday, I went out with Amy to hunt up bar stools for one of her clients, and we took the time to drive around Lake Washington. It was

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-32653350257671442702009-04-01T14:47:00.001-07:002009-04-02T11:19:45.132-07:00

OK, you people better appreciate the fact that I just uploaded a shit-ton of pictures, and a video, to the bitch we know as Blogger. This video is taken at South Beach. It was beautiful, but obviously windy as fuck.Evan and Kenzie in Anacortes, waiting to load the ferry.Our first view when pulling out of Anacortes, before the wind and rain forced us inside.Holding onto our hats because the

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-29798726528770092642009-04-01T09:33:00.000-07:002009-04-01T10:11:40.797-07:00

Yesterday morning, I was up bright and early to get ready for my day in the San Juan Islands. Unfortunately, my husband was ill and whiny. As I got up to make coffee, he pulled me back to bed and whispered so sweetly, "Don't go. Stay home with me." and I quickly replied, just as sweetly, "Fuck off, I'm outta here!" and took off for the kitchen, where I downed a cup of coffee and ate some toast

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-37108049265647334572009-03-25T10:51:00.001-07:002009-03-25T11:29:11.139-07:00

Now that I am feeling semi-human, it is time to start taking my life back. Which means, it's time for me to clean the house the right way (sweeping, mopping, cleaning the counters, and vacuuming are beyond my husband). And to get the kids the hell out of the house. Poor Mason, he's been here since Sunday and only left the house to go get Jay from the grocery store and to go to Evan and Kenzie's

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-67351199746189530382009-03-23T09:29:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:37:11.293-07:00

I have bronchitis, so at least this time I have an excuse for not writing.Luckily, I took my last antibiotic pill this morning, and I'm not longer coughing so hard I think my head will explode, so I think I'm close to the end of this hell. I'm still extremely worn out from doing, well, nothing. Unless you count coughing and coughing, and did I mention coughing. Oh, and blowing my nose. A lot. I

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-2757733815180012092009-03-18T09:00:00.000-07:002009-03-18T09:00:00.630-07:00

**This post is rather mean. I make fun of fat people at the end. So leave if you don't like making fun of obese kids.***I am not saying at any point that I am perfect. I have weight to lose, and I bet I am a prime candidate for psychotherapy. But this post is about other people, not me. So, again, you've been warned.So there are 3 things that I have to vent about. I've discussed (meaning: I've

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-66666863771610484242009-03-17T09:00:00.000-07:002009-03-17T09:00:00.534-07:00

Here are the outtakes from our favorite vampires GQ shoot. I know, I know, outtakes? I love them. Some more than the ones that actually ended up in the magazine. My favorite is the one where he is laying down. I swear, if I woke up next to that every day, I would be on my knees. all. the. time. Thanking God, you nasty nasty minded boys.It won't be long now, Jill.

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We did nothing this weekend except be lazy. And it was awesome.Jay and I did "argue" about me buying the Twilight movie, of course. Because he is mean and doesn't understand anything. I pointed out that the special edition came with a poster, which totally justifies the purchase. He, however, said, quite meanly, mind you:If you put that fucking poster up in our room, I will take it down, cut out

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I just bought, well pre-ordered really, the Twilight Special 2 Disc Edition movie from Amazon with money I should have used to buy a pair of pants with. Why? Um, look at him. Ladies, you would do the same thing.I know my husband is a little concerned with my obsession. I mean, I am a married 32 year old mommy of 3, not a 15 year old sophomore in high school, but COME THE FUCK ON......again, I

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My cousin, Micah, came to visit for the first time in years. Honestly, I think the last time I saw him, we were juniors in high school. He is my dad's brother's son, you know, the dad I have that is so not a dad to me. Well, it apparently runs in the family, because my uncle is so not a dad to Micah, either.Anyways, Micah and I are less than a year apart, and whenever we got together, we always

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I know they say that March is supposed to be cold, but I thought it was more a windy cold. A wet kind of cold.NOT A FUCKING SNOWY COLD! ARE YOU JUST FUCKING WITH ME, MOTHER NATURE? ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY OUT OF OUR YOUR DAMN MIND?!When Evan said to me "Mom, come check out the window! It looks so cool outside!" I was crossing my fingers for sun. But, hell no! Snow. Mother-fucking-snow.Yesterday, we

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Sorry, Jay, you've been replaced.

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It's official, I can no longer fit in my bras. I am now stuck wearing my tankini top or a sports bra, both which make me have a uni boob, and we all know that look went out almost before it was ever really in. I guess maybe I should have kept my nursing bras, all size E, because I'm pretty sure they would have fit now. Jay did like the access of those, you know because of the drop down fronts. I

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I ran into Edward Cullen the other day. I mean, I do live in Seattle, which isn't that far from Forks, right. I was in Golden Age Collectibles in Pike's Place Market, and he was just standing there. I didn't ask if I could have a picture taken with him, I just went right up to him after thrusting the camera in my husband's hands, and grabbed him.Ahh.....isn't he dreamy. He would be even

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A month or so ago, I went to the vag doctor and after much complaining (I know, shocking that I would complain, right) she put me back on the pill to help control my pain. She said it was a low dose pill called Yaz, and there are little to no side-effects.Well, so far, my skin has cleared up and I haven't gained 50 pounds like last time. Which is all well and good.However.......my size D

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After being sick for the last 2 days, what else would I be woken up to but snow. Jay came in at 5:45, after noticing it was awfully bright outside, to wake me up, open our blinds, and show me the 6 inches that had accumulated since I fell asleep around midnight. My reaction, of course, was "Fuck you. FUCK. YOU." and then I threw myself back onto the pillows and proceeded to tell Mother fucking

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Paris Hilton is a worthless waste of space, money, and air. I have felt this way since I saw the clips of her horrible homemade porno (here's a hint, ho, when a man is having sex with you, don't answer your phone. another hint, stop checking yourself out in the mirror. how can anyone that looks at themselves that much NOT notice that have a wonky eye, and how can someone that absurdly rich NOT

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Dear IRS,Hi, whassup? Are you working yet? Are you on extended lunch break? Did you all come down with some shitty virus? There has got to be a reason you failed to deliver my refund check on the day you said you would. There just has to be, because you are the IRS, you don't make mistakes, remember.Or is it you can only pull your head out of your ass when we owe you money, or when our tax

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I had a root canal last Friday, and can I just say that my third husband will be a dentist/endodontist, basically, anyone that can get my ass nitric whenever I want it. Because that shit is fucking awesome! I was in the chair for close to 2 hours, and I was given the gas mask at about 15 minutes, and was sucking that shit down for 1 3/4 hours. I had the assistant up it once because I loved the

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So this New Year's was way worse than last New Year's. At least I drank last year, although it was at my mom's house with her now-ex boyfriend. And I was able to go to bed whenever I wanted. This year was spent with Jay's friends, at bars. And, for me, stone-cold sober.Let's just say being the only sober one of the bunch is not fun. at. all. Do you know how stupid drunk people are? Probably

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FUCKYOUSNOW!!

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I am so glad Christmas is done for the year. Thanks to the snow, I had little Christmas Cheer. It took all my will-power not to knock out all the clerks when they said "Merry Christmas!" I wanted to say "Merry Christmas this, whore!" but I thought better of it and just glared at them instead.My kids, however, are in hog heaven. All Evan wanted was a Nintendo DS, and guess what, he got one. All

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Mason won't be coming up for Christmas. My ex doesn't feel safe driving in these horrible conditions, especially since another storm is coming in and another 1-5 inches is expected. I totally understand his decision, if the situation was reversed, we wouldn't be making the drive either. But this will be the first Christmas in 10 years that I have not been with my son. And it hurts me to be away

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Be prepared to read a rant like one you've never seen from me before. Sorry in advance. Leave now if you want jolly happy thoughts because you aren't going to get it here.--Deep breath taken--Snow is the stupidest shit on earth. Some horrible person came up with it to make adults fucking sick to death of their children. Kids only love what makes adults nuts. Like Miley Whorus and Jonas

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I read all 4 of the Twilight books in less than 4 days. The first one is at least 500 pages, and the other 3 are over 700.My husband called me a nerd, and maybe I am. But seriously, it was so easy to get caught up in the series, and I could not make myself put the book down. I regret nothing, do you hear me, nothing.I'm hoping that when I re-read them (because let's face it, if you love the

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if the guy hadn't missed!Is it wrong that I laughed so hard, I'm pretty sure I peed my pants a little (OK, a lot)?A shoe? Really? How awesome is that? So fucking awesome, that's how awesome it is.

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Three posts in one week? I know, I'm as shocked as you. Don't get used to it, I promise, after the holidays, my social life goes straight to the shitter.I have been a busy little bee this past week. Not only have I attended (and actually participated in, instead of doodling little silly faces on my financial report) a PTA meeting, a soccer board meeting/dinner (in which I was told I get to be in

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So I was super duper excited about the snow that was predicted for this weekend.Until it started off this morning with rain. Fat freaking rain mixed with snow.And did you know, when it snows, it's cold? Really cold. Because I forgot about that.I have already started the Christmas cookie preparations. Kenzie and I made Frango mints and peanut butter balls already. I am also baking bread as we

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In my world, the one where everyone did things my way (i.e. the right way), certain rules would apply. Such as:If you are too scared to go the speed limit, you would just stop driving. You fucking slow people cause just as many accidents as the speed demons. Also, you would stay the hell out of the far left lanes of the freeway, if you are too scared to go the speed limit, you have no right to

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I'm sorry, I suck. I just haven't felt like blogging lately, and I haven't been that happy with what I have blogged about, either. I will do something soon, so keep checking back, k.

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It's not chicken pox!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can I get an AMEN?!After seeing the dermatologist, he said it was a form of hives from a virus. Gross. But I'm not contagious and I'm not some freak of nature, so I'll take it. He was positive it would start to fade and be completely gone by Monday.Of course, I woke up this morning and it had seemed to spread higher up my legs, and a few more had added

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I went to the doctor yesterday because of a rash. Today, I get to go to the dermatologist to see if he can figure out what the hell is all over my body. They are trying to rule out.......chicken pox.Fucking chicken pox. I'm not kidding. I wish I was.I am almost 32 years old, and I already had chicken pox when I was 8. I had them everywhere. But I still may have them.My doctor (a cute guy

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Today I made Butternut squash and sausage lasagna. I made it up as I went along, so I have no idea how it will turn out, but if it tastes as good as it smells, my family will be in pure food heaven.Today was cold when we got up, and it just felt like a good day to have some savory food. I had sliced up the remaining half of butternut squash and roasted it the other day when I made roasted

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Friday: Picked up McLean from the train station and played Chez Geek. The only person we can play this with is McLean because it can be such a confusing game that we never can find anyone willing to sit through the directions long enough. It is much simpler to just play with someone that already knows the rules.Saturday: Evan had his very last soccer game of the year. And of course, it rained

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Guess who shaved last night and who is having trouble walking today?

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Can I tell you all a secret? Can I?I have not been a proud American for a very long time. If I could have picked up and moved my family overseas, or even north to Canada, I would have. I was embarrassed of my country, of what a laughing stock we had become because of George W. Bush. I was appalled that our nation had allowed this man the right to ruin our greatness.But last night, watching

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In my husbands mind, anything that has to do with a period is gross. He almost throws up when a pad or tampon commercial comes on.And I find it hilarious that he can make tons of sexual innuendo's for almost anything, but whenever I bring up a period slang, he turns green and begs me to stop.Have you ever wondered why there are a million and one terms for ejaculating, farting, queefing, having

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List of food my picky ass kids will eat:sweets, except fruit piespizza, minus any veggies or heavy sauce (I get the sauce thing, sauce is my least favorite thing on a pizza)fried foodsmacaroni and cheese from a fucking boxhot dogsbacon or sausagepancakes, waffles, or French toastcerealtacos, of course, minus any veggiesspaghetti (little do they know, it is full of pureed veggies)Everything else

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My hectic, busy life just took a turn for the worse. In the form of chicken pox. To my extremely needy, clingy, whiny, in constant-need-of-attention in the best of times 5 year old daughter. Are you happy now? Because my life just had a big giant poo dumped on it. To make matters a little worse, Jay has never had a true bout of chicken pox. He had 2-3 when he was little, but that is not a

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Please go here and then come back.Oh. My. God.If this is all true, or even somewhat true. Shit, if any of this is true, even in the slightest bit, damn.She would be a....a....I just don't know. Horrible person? No, that's too much. Too, um, well? Devoid of any feelings? Someone maybe too into themselves. Is slightly robotic, every moved pre-planned.What ever happened to cool Madonna. Like a

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Here is a recipe that is cheap and easy, just like Dyke's mom. But it looks expensive, so you can show off to your friends. Again, I'm going with squash, but it's acorn squash this time. Keep in mind, squash is in season, therefore, it's cheap right now.Chicken Curry in Roasted Acorn SquashIngredients:1 small Acorn Squash (2 pounds. It also doesn't matter what color you use)2 boneless, skinless

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If I could get pregnant, I would swear I was right now.Why?Because my gums bleed when I brush my teeth, I am ready for bed at 6:30 in the evening from doing nothing but kneading bread all day, and the smell of my most beloved drink, coffee, makes me want to puke up all the food I consumed throughout the day. I also am hungry enough for 10 people.If none of this sounds the least bit odd to you,

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I thought maybe, just maybe, I would start a food blog. Or doing a food post once or twice a week. I've been making a lot of new recipes lately, and it's nice to share. Keep in mind, these all wouldn't be family recipes or ones I came up with; some may be from the Food Network or Food Down Under, or even from one of my many, many, many cookbooks.I spend hours and hours every week preparing meals

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Maybe some of you know that Jay is growing out his beard. Chuck, as he likes to call it, has been around for a few weeks, and is now at the point of making kissing uncomfortable. So now not only am I having to look at that mess of pubic hair on my once handsome husbands face, I am also having to feel it. Gross. I am now no longer bi-curious, because if that is what it feels like down there, fuck

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For the oatmeal molasses rolls I told you about 2 posts ago, go here. I am too damn lazy to type the whole thing out. But they are fabulous. Add honey butter and be a happy camper. I promise.I found my husbands all time favorite recipe. For now anyway. He ate 2 or 3 platefuls the first night, had more for lunch the next day, and then finished it off yesterday. I don't know if he'll want it again

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Ladies: You all know 1 in 8 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer. So please get checked. I want most of you around for a long time. I like reading your stuff, and I get bored reading boy stuff.Men: I thought this was more appropriate for you. Remember your wives or girlfriends (or both, if you have both) and nag the shit out of them until they get checked. Hell, help her do personal checks.

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Time for a post that isn't so damn depressing.Oh, and Fall! It's the first day of Fall, bitches! My favorite time of year. Pumpkins and pretty leaves, yummy foods that can sit on the stove all day and make my house smell delicious. Taking walks and gathering leaves. And getting to watch some of my favorite movies. EVER!It's Hocus Pocus and I love it! Bette and Sarah are awesome, and little

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So the doctors at Group Death confirmed finally that it is in fact uterine cancer that my Nanna has. How far advanced, they won't know until her doctor appointment on Sept. 22. No, I guess they couldn't make it any sooner. I hate Group Health. I do. I don't hate many things, but I think they should burn that motherfucking place to. the. ground.My grandmother told them months and months ago she

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Go here, because for some reason Blogger sucks even worse today than usual and no attempt I've made to download this video here will work. Blogger, I am coming after you, I swear. Pissing off a woman with a sinus and ear infection who can't breath right and hasn't really had a good nights sleep in a few days is dangerous. D.A.N.G.E.R.O.U.S. Got it?No, I was not awake when this was on. I had been

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I'M SICK!!!!!!!!!! I'M FUCKING SICK. SORE THROAT. CHECK. PACKED SINUSES. CHECK. HEAD FEELS LIKE A BALLOON OR A BOULDER. CHECK. FEVER AT 101. CHECK.Really? Do I need this shit? No. No I do not. Kenzie has her first day of co-op preschool today, and she can't go because I am supposed to stay with her. To be fair, she doens't care. She said she would take care of me with **paprika soup and

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Life is so hectic since Evan started school. It didn't seem this hectic when Mason started school, and E and K were still babies. But now, holy moly, I am busy all. the. time. I've already over-booked myself a few times, and that is just not cool with me.I go in on Wednesday for genetic counseling and then a genetic blood test. Apparently, my maternal side of the family has handed down not only

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It must be said, I stole this from Jay's tumblelog. Sorry I forgot to mention it earlier, I was in a hurry and then forgot until he so nicely mentioned it in my comments. No hard feelings, dear, I'll make it up to you. No, not with buttsex. I'm not THAT sorry.

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Best book ever, by the way.Anyway, my life sucks right now. Not like "the world is ending, Jay was fired, and now we have to live in the trailer park" horrible. But shitty nonetheless.It all started when I was getting ready for an outing with my family. I wanted to dress nicer than the flannel pajama bottoms and sweatshirt-no bra needed-attire I had been in for the last 2 days. And I decided I

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Is it OK to use a "Trust in the Lord" bookmark in a book about vampires? I kind of feel like the title alone, "You Suck", makes it not OK. And then the fact that it's about vampires makes it much worse. Or is that just stupid.

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Scared Me: Evan, come here for a second,please.Poor unsuspecting Evan: Yeah?Sad Mom: Um, buddy, I have some bad news. You have to go to the doctor tomorrow.Sad Evan: Why? Do I need shots. (imagine his big brown eyes welling up with tears.)Mean Mom: Yes, honey, you need some shots.Scared Evan: Just one, right? I shook my headEven more scared Evan: Two?I shook my head againGetting more scared by

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I know this is a Halloween video, but I was going through our movies today and came across this. So Cute!

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In the almost 8 years of togetherness, my husband has not only been my lover, but best friend. Fights don't last that long because we usually end up making faces at the other until we laugh. We make fun of each other endlessly, call each other terrible names (whore and douchebag are our favorites), and we play tricks on each other. We push each other around or knock the other off the couch. We

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A day hasn't gone by since I had my children that I have not smiled. Even in dark times, a child can bring the sunshine back. This is my promise to all you people that don't have kids yet. Ask any of your friends that have children, and they will tell you the same thing.So no matter what I say or write about my kids needing a mute button, they are still the most important things on this earth to

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That would be Evan. Of course it rained ALL DAY yesterday, but since it stopped right before they were going to call practice off, they had it. Then when we walked out the door, it started to rain again. Fun times, fun times. If this is a preview of what my Saturday's are going to be like for the next 2 months, then I am fucked. Anyway, he really enjoyed it. Of course, we were almost late since

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-61731087696130028022008-08-15T16:13:00.000-07:002008-08-15T16:14:16.377-07:00

Why do kids not come with mute buttons?

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I was put into labor 10 years ago yesterday. Two months early. It was that or me and the baby would be lost.It all started when my blood pressure kept going up at my appointments. My doctor was set to go on vacation, but she was nervous about my blood pressure. I promised I would come in every other day to have it checked out, and I left. It so happened that her good friend, Jeanette, who was

Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08648744372366945145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689245894848393683.post-80861129383659390062008-08-14T08:11:00.000-07:002008-08-14T08:29:59.484-07:00

Since soccer is almost upon us, again, I thought I would show you my soccer star throughout the years. Besides, picture posts are quick and easy, and I have shit to do. His party is 2 days away, and I am having my kitchen redone, which means I have cabinets outside drying, and another coat of paint that still needs to be done, plus tons of ice cream to prepare, and a whole ton of laundry that

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On Monday, I took the kids to the library. We haven't been back since before vacation, and I had to return some books. The kids went into the kids section to pick out some books, and I did the normal wandering up and down the aisles, looking at books (I could spend hours in a book store or library. There are just so many pretty or interesting books about so many different kinds of things. OH, I

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To celebrate Mason's birthday here in Seattle, our whole family is coming over for a barbecue. Jay and I will be making the food together, even the cake. We are the dynamic duo of cake making, or at least we will try to be. I'll probably get mad about some way Jay is doing something and snap at him, and he will probably tell me to get over my OCD tendencies and shut the fuck up, and I will

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