<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:26:34.518-05:00</updated><category term='hear'/><category term='boyz II men'/><category term='ebay'/><category term='terrible twos'/><category term='duggars'/><category term='19 kids and counting'/><category term='NSync'/><category term='armwood'/><category term='Can'/><category term='born this way'/><category term='boobies'/><category term='98 degrees'/><category term='law and order'/><category term='family dollar'/><category term='craigslist'/><category term='high school'/><category term='lima beans'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='commercialism'/><category term='aliya'/><category term='Joey McIntyre'/><category term='Clinton'/><category term='anybody'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='Joey Fatone'/><category term='heidi montag'/><category term='lady gaga'/><category term='Backstreet Boys'/><category term='me'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='Whale Wars'/><category term='tornado'/><category term='dane cook'/><category term='BSB'/><category term='poop'/><category term='tlc'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='balloon'/><category term='e'/><category term='moms'/><category term='chloe'/><category term='holy water'/><category term='oklahoma'/><category term='spice girls'/><category term='Captain Paul Watson'/><category term='madonna'/><category term='bruce jenner'/><category term='dollar tree'/><category term='house of carters'/><category term='Meredith Andrews'/><category term='express yourself'/><category term='bobbi jean carter'/><category term='oz'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Alexisville</title><subtitle type='html'>tHe InSaNe RaMbLiNgS oF a StAy-At-HoMe MoM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-8420231864686107988</id><published>2011-02-15T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:58:40.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='express yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='born this way'/><title type='text'>Lady Madonna</title><content type='html'>WTF man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I just sat down and turned on my trusty old YouTube to find out what the big stink is over Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" performance was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That background music is 100% "Express Yourself" by Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair &amp;amp; the pointy body parts, its also 100% ripoff of 90's Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Gaga. I really do. I listen to Christian music 99.9% of the time but I do enjoy me some occasional "sinner" music ;)&lt;br /&gt;But this is completely unoriginal. I don't know if she did it intentionally or not but dayum woman. It's just not enjoyable when I keep wanting to replace "born this way" with "express yourself, hey hey hey hey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go sit in the corner and don't come out until you've come up with something that is your own. Kthnxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-8420231864686107988?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/8420231864686107988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=8420231864686107988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/8420231864686107988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/8420231864686107988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2011/02/lady-madonna.html' title='Lady Madonna'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-6001442384164171013</id><published>2011-02-14T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:33:36.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope the writers of Big Love get explosive diarhea</title><content type='html'>Seriously. The last 2 seasons have been "blah" at best. &lt;br /&gt;This is the last season in the series.&lt;br /&gt;You are boring me to tears people!&lt;br /&gt;I can barely stay interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you shat your pants in the middle of a big fancy dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-6001442384164171013?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/6001442384164171013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=6001442384164171013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6001442384164171013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6001442384164171013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hope-writers-of-big-love-get.html' title='I hope the writers of Big Love get explosive diarhea'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-7390540853943739809</id><published>2011-01-20T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:57:04.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big changes are a comin'</title><content type='html'>Today ..... I was accepted to Oklahoma State University!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A2KJkIWS9ThN7goALQSjzbkF/SIG=11trarggu/EXP=1295664914/**http://www.math.wvu.edu/~millerd/pete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A2KJkIWS9ThN7goALQSjzbkF/SIG=11trarggu/EXP=1295664914/**http://www.math.wvu.edu/~millerd/pete.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;watch out world, here i come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-7390540853943739809?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/7390540853943739809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=7390540853943739809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7390540853943739809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7390540853943739809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-changes-are-comin.html' title='Big changes are a comin&apos;'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-745916403369020565</id><published>2011-01-18T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:11:15.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, when I'm feeling down because nothing seems to be going right, I like to take a home pregnancy test. Then I can say, 'Hey, at least I'm not pregnant.'</title><content type='html'>Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here listening to music on YouTube. Watching my husband play BlackOps. Smelling the cabage soup in my crockpot.&lt;br /&gt;Being bored off my rocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune of the moment ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nb2gVkiLIRI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nb2gVkiLIRI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real ... I can't listen to this song any other way. Individually this song sounds wrong. This mashup rocks my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much going on in this part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I've submitted my surro applications to 2 places. No word back yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've submitted my application to OSU (oklahoma, not ohio ... that, would be a long commute)&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my CPR/First Aide recert done on Feb 12th.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also enrolled into a CPS course to become a certified car seat installation tech, class starts Feb 17th.&lt;br /&gt;Aim high kids, aim high. Don't do drugs either. Drugs are bad, mmmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All part of my master plan to take over the medical field in Oklahoma City.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First step ...&lt;br /&gt;Car seat installation tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second step ...&lt;br /&gt;Enroll at OSU into the RN program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third step ....&lt;br /&gt;Start my classes through DONA to start the process of becoming a post partum doula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth step .....&lt;br /&gt;Begin classes/coursework/field work through LLI to get my lactation consultant certification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth step ....&lt;br /&gt;Enroll in ultrasound tech school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's roughly a 5-7 year plan.&lt;br /&gt;I have goals people.&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Not much else going on.&lt;br /&gt;Just being Miley. &lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Meth is a hell of a drug.&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next song up on my YouTube playlist ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9zuwm5H8-Kw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9zuwm5H8-Kw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin all filled with the Holy Spirit tonight. Lovin me some KLove and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-745916403369020565?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/745916403369020565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=745916403369020565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/745916403369020565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/745916403369020565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-when-im-feeling-down-because.html' title='Sometimes, when I&apos;m feeling down because nothing seems to be going right, I like to take a home pregnancy test. Then I can say, &apos;Hey, at least I&apos;m not pregnant.&apos;'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-6898689490828342606</id><published>2010-12-27T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:28:04.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 ....</title><content type='html'>What can I say about 2010??&lt;br /&gt;Well .... it's made me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;If I looked back at who I was in 2008 or early 2009, I would not like what I see.&lt;br /&gt;2010 was my year of discovery and decsion making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found God &amp;amp; Jesus and am working on my relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;I had surgery on my back to remove a cyst.&lt;br /&gt;I was the team mom for my son's football team (never again!)&lt;br /&gt;I gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;I lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;I got lasik.&lt;br /&gt;I turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;I got put on crazy meds (ok, they are technically for my anxiety and exhaustion, but they are best associated with depression and other junk)&lt;br /&gt;We lost 3 computers this year.&lt;br /&gt;I made a huge decision.&lt;br /&gt;I decided I what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I met a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that Oklahoma isn't that bad (it still sucks though)&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;I started getting paid for my photography &amp;amp; upgraded to a new camera/flash/backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want to be when I grow up you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well, after much thought and consideration .... I am hoping to enroll in school this year to be a LPN and then become certified as a Post Partum Doula. Hoping that in 2012 I can start the process of also becoming a Lactation Consultant.&lt;br /&gt;Ultrasound Tech? Hopefully that will come into play within the next 5-7 years. But for now, this seems to be the plan that makes me happy and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge decision?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a gestational surrogate.&lt;br /&gt;I know, crazy!&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I'm super excited. Hubby is on board with it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of picking an agency right now. I have it narrowed down to 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah ... 2010 in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping 2011 will be AMAZING! I can't wait to see what God has in store for my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-6898689490828342606?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/6898689490828342606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=6898689490828342606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6898689490828342606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6898689490828342606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010 ....'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-6900414481153958923</id><published>2010-12-20T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:24:05.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the land of the lost</title><content type='html'>Where have I been????&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, on my  butt playing Facebook games &amp;amp; racking up credit card debt.&lt;br /&gt;Sticking to my strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too terribly much is going on since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;Devon is now 8.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is now 2.&lt;br /&gt;I turned 30 (shoot me now)&lt;br /&gt;Clinton turned 33 (hahahahahahaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;(ha)&lt;br /&gt;Aliya turned 4.&lt;br /&gt;We got 2 new dogs. (which brings us to 3 dogs &amp;amp; 3 kids)&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we sit at home on Christmas vacation. No school for the kiddos till Jan 4th.&lt;br /&gt;No work for me till Jan 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending Christmas here at home (again).&lt;br /&gt;No snow this year.&lt;br /&gt;Forcast calls for 40ish degree weather (and today ... Dec 20th, its going to be 70 .... WTF mother nature? Get back on your meds and get your shiz straight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe monster has Cellulitus on her buttox.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make for a great story to tell her boyfriend on their first date. I even have pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um yeah. Not much else going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however get some nifty free samples in the mail over the past couple months.&lt;br /&gt;Shout Color Catchers = Awesome&lt;br /&gt;Bodicology lotion = Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;McCormicks seasoning = Delish!&lt;br /&gt;Stride gum = Chewtastic&lt;br /&gt;Tena pads = Absorbant for muh lady days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, yeah. Big ups to Mojo Savings, Deel Seaking Mom &amp;amp; Deal Wise Mommy (all can be found on Facebook or a Yahoo/Google search) for all the linkages for free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;WOOT, free stuff!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-6900414481153958923?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/6900414481153958923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=6900414481153958923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6900414481153958923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6900414481153958923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/12/greetings-from-land-of-lost.html' title='Greetings from the land of the lost'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-3359663412041959778</id><published>2010-08-11T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:28:47.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bIrThDaYs</title><content type='html'>I've made it through 2 out of the 3 this year.&lt;br /&gt;Which means 2 of my kids made it another year without me killing them or selling them on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EBay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D turned 8 on July 31st.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bittersweet sad day.&lt;br /&gt;A day that made me realize how much being a mommy can suck sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up ... nobody came to his party. :(&lt;br /&gt;I cried for like 2 hours. I took it way harder than he did. I still get teary when I think about it. It sucks!&lt;br /&gt;D took it like a champ. He got to go to Build-A-Bear and all was forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C turned 2 yesterday (8.10).&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little monster is no longer a baby.&lt;br /&gt;She is 2 :(&lt;br /&gt;Where did the time go?!&lt;br /&gt;My last baby. The last 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday we'll ever celebrate. My sweet sweet tiny little girl whom we were told would possibly be a dwarf while I was pregnant with her. (she's normal by the way, just super tiny for her age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton is happy. He says "think about all we'll get to do as they grow up! we can go places and not have to bring strollers or diaper bags and we can all have fun instead of you sitting with the girls while D and I go on rides or whatnot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see his point.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my babies.&lt;br /&gt;He's a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turns 4 in November (9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with this.&lt;br /&gt;This was my baby whom it took nearly 3yrs to get pregnant with.&lt;br /&gt;She is supposed to stay little and cute forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she was a pretty ugly baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of ugly only a mother could love.&lt;br /&gt;And she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; fat too...which was cute. I love fat babies. But she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bordered&lt;/span&gt; on obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now she is gorgeous and proportionate, so it all works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TGLA2vRrbGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xrU2wBuAWFk/s1600/zoo8810+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504173741236251746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TGLA2vRrbGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xrU2wBuAWFk/s400/zoo8810+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My loves at the zoo (where they belong) 8.9.10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-3359663412041959778?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/3359663412041959778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=3359663412041959778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/3359663412041959778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/3359663412041959778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthdays.html' title='bIrThDaYs'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TGLA2vRrbGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xrU2wBuAWFk/s72-c/zoo8810+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-6873002668436822462</id><published>2010-06-06T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:56:49.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid much?</title><content type='html'>Yeah thats me.&lt;br /&gt;P-a-r-a-n-o-i-d FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about the dumbest stuff....truely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone just waiting outside to break into my house?&lt;br /&gt;Are my tires going to go flat while I'm driving?&lt;br /&gt;Is a tornado going to come in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to lose my keys and not be able to replace my Hello Kitty key topper?&lt;br /&gt;My son is going to fall out of the tree in the front yard and break a bone and I'll puke when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;How many people on my Facebook friends list have me on ignore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, worry worry worry.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;It's not good for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have EUS ... (empty uterus syndrom aka not pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, it's not good for the already forming lines on my face.... blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying is for losers.&lt;br /&gt;I am the king of losers.&lt;br /&gt;Bow down bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-6873002668436822462?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/6873002668436822462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=6873002668436822462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6873002668436822462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6873002668436822462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/06/paranoid-much_06.html' title='Paranoid much?'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-228209528888109940</id><published>2010-06-06T20:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:58:51.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meredith Andrews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anybody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can'/><title type='text'>Can Anybody Hear Me?</title><content type='html'>LOVE this song right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can Anybody Hear Me?" by Meredith Andrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cd5Nchvci5U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cd5Nchvci5U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-228209528888109940?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/228209528888109940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=228209528888109940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/228209528888109940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/228209528888109940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/06/paranoid-much.html' title='Can Anybody Hear Me?'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-7959976097226954314</id><published>2010-06-01T13:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:08:08.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clinton Chronicals pt 2</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you veterans! (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; my husband Clinton, even though all he did was visit awesome ports and drink beer and play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt;...Go Navy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBQ'd&lt;/span&gt; some brats and steak.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bratwurst&lt;/span&gt;, not my bratty kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Wally World to get some last min stuff to eat with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Peppers, mushrooms, a giant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jalapeno&lt;/span&gt; for Clinton and some Amish potato salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had it?&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;devine&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Those Amish sure know their way around a kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we set down to eat, Clinton starts talking (and those who know him, knows nothing really good comes from that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: Is that Amish &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; salad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: Did you get some Amish egg salad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gives him the "you're stupid" look* No.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think they make that, I've never heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: They probably do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Probably, but I've never seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: You should email them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who? The Amish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *face palm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-7959976097226954314?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/7959976097226954314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=7959976097226954314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7959976097226954314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7959976097226954314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/06/clinton-chronicals-pt-2.html' title='The Clinton Chronicals pt 2'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-7609917728224785979</id><published>2010-06-01T12:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:58:11.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craigslist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible twos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy water'/><title type='text'>Fabulous times are a comin my friends</title><content type='html'>Terrible two's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is the time C has decided to be a royal pain in my ass and start warming up for the terrible two's.&lt;br /&gt;She is 21 months old and its been going on for about a month. I just now pulled myself out of the realm of denial and admited the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D started the TT at 11 months old.&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;He was a holy terror until he hit 18mths.&lt;br /&gt;After that .... he was heavenly.  Very good 2yr old, even better 3yr old and then a hormonal 15yr old trapped in a 4yr olds body. And has been that way ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;She was a good baby, great 1yr old and fabulous 2yr old.&lt;br /&gt;3 has been kinda iffy, her mood swings rival that of a woman going through menopause.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing my fingers that 4 is a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ..... oh my sweet little C.&lt;br /&gt;You are the sweetests, most quiet baby. You eat nearly anything I put in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;You like to cuddle (HUGE plus with momma!)&lt;br /&gt;You are tiny and beautiful and melt my heart when you say "momma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this little demon child you're morphing into .... NOT diggin it.&lt;br /&gt;Cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;Just stop now.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming at me. Trying to smack me. Telling me "no" 500 times a day. Telling me that everything is "mine" . Kicking and crying at diaper change time.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this keeps up, I will be selling you on Ebay or Craigslist.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever one has the most lienient human trafficking laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I need to start Googling how to get ahold of some holy water.&lt;br /&gt;You will find me huddled in a corner shaking an empty bottle one day yelling "the power of Christ compels you" while Chloe is standing over me trying to smack me yelling "mine" and trying to snatch the bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-7609917728224785979?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/7609917728224785979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=7609917728224785979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7609917728224785979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7609917728224785979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/06/fabulous-times-are-comin-my-friends.html' title='Fabulous times are a comin my friends'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-4533516219844601944</id><published>2010-05-24T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:09:44.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No computer! No bueno!</title><content type='html'>So yeah, all of my computers, decided to take a shit and die this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop #1 ... mother board is fried...it died back in February and it wasn't even 2yrs old yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop #2 ... I got pissed at my husband and threw it on the ground ... screen shattered. It wasn't pretty. Had it for exactly 1 year. Oopsee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desktop ... just decided to stop working a few weeks ago. Not sure why. It can possibly be saved, just gotta take it to the Geek Squad and justify paying them $100+ an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pulled our old old old school desktop out of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;Blew the dust off and hoped for the best.&lt;br /&gt;The sonofabitch actually works! We got it back in 2002 when our son was just 3 weeks old! It works!&lt;br /&gt;It's slow as hell, worse than dial-up (google that if you are under the age of 20), but it works!&lt;br /&gt;I can't play Facebook games on here, but I can browse my boards and Facebook/Twitter/Perez....you know, the important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like some cosmic bitch slap for all the times I was a dick online to other people I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well played karma, well played.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-4533516219844601944?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/4533516219844601944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=4533516219844601944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/4533516219844601944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/4533516219844601944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-computer-no-bueno.html' title='No computer! No bueno!'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-3040551023546534759</id><published>2010-04-16T10:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:28:50.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes to ........</title><content type='html'>Ever had a day where you felt like the worlds shittiest mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then hit the back button because you're a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ALL have those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are whining and you can't deal with it, so you yell at them&lt;br /&gt;Or bribe them with candy to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STFU&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; go to their room.&lt;br /&gt;You let them watch a few more cartoons than normal just for the blissful quiet you get from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only human, that's how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now .... ever had a day where your brain just completely slipped and you forgot you had kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm putting this out there, because now, I can laugh about it (then cry because I'm not totally heartless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was just 3 weeks old I was giving him a bath in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;Not "IN" the sink, but he had one of those weird mesh bathtub insert thingies.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway ..... He is clean. Smelling like all kinds of wonderful that I want to bottle up and sniff every second of every day. CLEAN BABY!!! Who can't resist that?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait ... where was I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my shitty mom moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was all in the moment, I had a clean baby. The house was fairly clean. (keep in mind I had ... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; ... over 40 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cooter&lt;/span&gt;. Walking was painful, let alone cleaning and standing to bathe my child).&lt;br /&gt;I lifted him up in joy and *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;*. I hear a loud thud and then his mouth dropped open. His face turned red. He had this look of horror on his face. He had the "I'm going to cry but I can't force myself to breath to do it" look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hit his head on the cabinet above the sink.&lt;br /&gt;It had scared and hurt him so much he stopped breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I tried everything ... blowing in his face, patting his back, etc...&lt;br /&gt;I finally turned him upside down and that got him going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, shitty mom, nearly causes brain damage to newborn son.&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; about it at the time, but now I can sit back and think "damn I was a MORON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 more incidents that involve both of my daughters, as recent as last year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over these incidents yet. Let's just say it involves a near drowning and a baby being left in a car for about 20min.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH kids are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, no damage at all. But to this day it makes me cry and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm getting at is ... we all have Shitty Mom Days.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, we're allowed.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel bad about yourself just think about me nearly causing brain damage to my child and you'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad Mommy Award goes to ................. Alexis Franklin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank my children and my lack of sleep. Without them, this would not be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaaaand&lt;/span&gt; scene~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-3040551023546534759?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/3040551023546534759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=3040551023546534759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/3040551023546534759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/3040551023546534759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to ........'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-8994463697572157878</id><published>2010-04-06T14:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:08:25.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oklahoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family dollar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spice girls'/><title type='text'>Auntie Em, Aunti Em!</title><content type='html'>I have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who know me, know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taressa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified, yet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with tornado's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you, so don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornado watches make my stomach do flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;Tornado warnings (even in other cities nearby) make me want to puke blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time. I want to be that crazy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mofo&lt;/span&gt; in my car taking pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy? Perhaps. Let's not judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of a tornado coming in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Which is part of the reason you will never find me sleeping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nekkid&lt;/span&gt;. Especially now that we live in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oooooooklahoma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It takes all I have in me not to sleep in shoes &amp;amp; a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously. If a twister hits at 3am and you're naked or half naked or wearing some God-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; Spice Girls shirt to bed you're screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 kids and a dog. They take priority over me putting on decent clothes. I must get them to safety before we go flying to Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a twister hits, I don't want the only piece of clothing I have to wear for the next week to be a Spice Girls shirt, no bra &amp;amp; faded holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capri's&lt;/span&gt; from Family Dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson for you buff sleepers out there. Take this as a warning.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see your boobies flapping about as you run around on the news yelling "It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pandalerium&lt;/span&gt;!" Put on a bra, wear some pj's and keep some slip on shoes handy and you can thank me. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-8994463697572157878?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/8994463697572157878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=8994463697572157878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/8994463697572157878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/8994463697572157878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/04/auntie-em-aunti-em.html' title='Auntie Em, Aunti Em!'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-278853111060650667</id><published>2010-03-26T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:03:30.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I stoled it</title><content type='html'>I stole this from a friends Facebook status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a political person but there are some things that I don't agree with or feel passionatly about, so since I completely agree with this statement I'm reposting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So they just passed a health care plan written by a committee whose chairman says he didn't understand it, passed by a Congress that exempts themselves from it, signed by a president who smokes, with funding administered by a treasury chief who didn't pay his taxes, all to be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese.................and better yet it is to be financed by a country that's broke."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-278853111060650667?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/278853111060650667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=278853111060650667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/278853111060650667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/278853111060650667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-stoled-it.html' title='I stoled it'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-755340664031569709</id><published>2010-03-23T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:56:26.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get some support here?</title><content type='html'>Every now and then my friend Taressa and I get into a convo about saggy ball sacs and moobs (man boobs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, we just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been going on for a couple years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my mind began to wonder ..... is there such thing as saggy ball support? Like a nut sac bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'm patenting it. Right now. Don't get no ideas and try to steal my nut bra idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a name.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-755340664031569709?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/755340664031569709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=755340664031569709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/755340664031569709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/755340664031569709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-get-some-support-here.html' title='Can I get some support here?'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-7281167606724886831</id><published>2010-03-08T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:43:22.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Paul Watson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whale Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><title type='text'>The Clinton Chronicals</title><content type='html'>My husband, Clinton, is probably the biggest nerd ever.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I love him. He can make me laugh over the stupidest stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/tv/whale-wars/"&gt;Whale Wars&lt;/a&gt; the other night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we watch this show. It makes me sad, and his goal of watching the show is to watch them fail.&lt;br /&gt;He actually pisses me off sometimes when we watch this show.&lt;br /&gt;Why I keep putting myself through this I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it. Its funny they think a small ship can save whales from 3 giant Japanese whaling ships. They have succeeded a few times from what I can tell, but mostly, they fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain, Paul Watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always has the same expression on his face, no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, he looks like he hates himself and he can't breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a hefty fellow so it makes sense on both parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night we were watching.&lt;br /&gt;I was laying with my feet on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Clinton's&lt;/span&gt; lap and with my head under my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool pink &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt; watching a whale get harpooned *tear*.&lt;br /&gt;I was silently crying, because I'm not totally heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then I think Clinton sensed my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; crying even though it was hidden by the blanket with sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Paul turns to walk away and Clinton yells "He has to poop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: Look at him, look how he's walking. He has to poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughing* What the hell? Maybe he's just walking away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: His butt cheeks are clenched and he's doing the I have to poop walk.  He has to poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughing with tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: Go ahead and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; that (a common phrase he says whenever he says something funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never look at Captain Paul the same again knowing he had to poop when a whale was dying on his watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-7281167606724886831?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/7281167606724886831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=7281167606724886831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7281167606724886831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7281167606724886831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/03/clinton-chronicals.html' title='The Clinton Chronicals'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-861274183680191531</id><published>2010-03-04T12:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:58:10.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the sidewalk</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of &lt;a href="http://www.sidewalkprophets.com/"&gt;Sidewalk Prophets&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;They are, in 1 word .... amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a Christian vocal group.&lt;br /&gt;I recently started listening to that kind of music as we were moving to Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;I came across a few songs on the radio that just hit me in the heart and I pretty much listen to only that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalk Prophets are pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Their music is not only inspirational, but catchy and something I would probably listen to if I wasn't a believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho .... I adore this song.&lt;br /&gt;It's called "&lt;strong&gt;The Words I Would Say&lt;/strong&gt;". It's their debut single from their album &lt;a href="http://www.sidewalkprophets.com/albums"&gt;These Simple Truths&lt;/a&gt; (follow the linkage to order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no funnies today .... simply a great song with a fantastical message.&lt;br /&gt;It's also my new ringtone *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Words I Would Say&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Sidewalk Prophets&lt;/em&gt; (lyrics, followed by video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S4_ze3rOlnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TuFZpxZwR64/s1600-h/sidewalk-prophets-pic09-300x241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444838186181105266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S4_ze3rOlnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TuFZpxZwR64/s400/sidewalk-prophets-pic09-300x241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still awake,&lt;br /&gt;So I picked up a pen and a page,&lt;br /&gt;And I started writing,&lt;br /&gt;Just what I'd say,&lt;br /&gt;If we were face to face,&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you just what you mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you these simple truths,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong in the LORD and,&lt;br /&gt;Never give up hope,&lt;br /&gt;You're going to do great things,&lt;br /&gt;I already know,&lt;br /&gt;God's got His hand on you so,&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life in fear,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget why you're here,&lt;br /&gt;Take your time and pray,&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we spoke,&lt;br /&gt;You said you were hurting,&lt;br /&gt;And I felt your pain in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on praying,&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you where you are,&lt;br /&gt;I know cause I've already been there,&lt;br /&gt;So please hear these simple truths,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong in the LORD and,&lt;br /&gt;Never give up hope,&lt;br /&gt;You're going to do great things,&lt;br /&gt;I already know,&lt;br /&gt;God's got His hand on you so,&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life in fear,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget why you're here,&lt;br /&gt;Take your time and pray,&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one simple life to another,&lt;br /&gt;I will say,&lt;br /&gt;Come find peace in the Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong in the LORD and,&lt;br /&gt;Never give up hope,&lt;br /&gt;You're going to do great things,&lt;br /&gt;I already know,&lt;br /&gt;God's got His hand on you so,&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life in fear,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget why you're here,&lt;br /&gt;Take your time and pray,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for each day,&lt;br /&gt;His love will find a way,&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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That whore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things that scare me (not in any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; order either):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spiders (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; well that is always #1 on my list at all times. scary little bastards.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heights (but not roller coasters, weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lima Beans (there is nothing good about them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Needles (which blows because I love tattoos, B12 shots and I have to test my blood sugar 2x a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Montag&lt;/span&gt; (post-plastic surgery .... seriously, W.T.F.?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The "dong dong" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thingy&lt;/span&gt; on Law &amp;amp; Order (makes me jump, and I dislike moving unless I have to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tornado's&lt;/span&gt;, which includes but is not limited to watches &amp;amp; warnings. Never seen an actual twister .... yet. And now that I've posted this, one is going to suck me up and kill me tomorrow. I have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being shocked (yes, static electricity frightens the shit out of me. I hardly wear sweaters because of this nonsense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fire (seriously....that shit is HOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fat (not fat people. me being fat (again). been there, done that, got the stretch marks &amp;amp; size 16 pants as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ghosts (you will never meet another person in your life who is completely fascinated with ghosts but will shit her pants and die if she ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt; one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ex-Boyfriends (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grates and sewer plates (I'm terrified of them caving in on me if I walk across them. Or a giant fucking mutant turtle or rat popping out offering me pizza. I'd take the pizza, don't get me wrong, but I'd run like hell afterwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ETrade&lt;/span&gt; baby (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just fucking scary! not cute. not funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rachael&lt;/span&gt; Ray (with that big Joker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; smile on her face 24/7 ... bitch is scary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bruce Jenners Face (seriously?? how do you go from this to that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S4McVn25EcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GtTfCP9ptis/s1600-h/6a010536b86d36970c011570be4913970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441223932595737026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S4McVn25EcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GtTfCP9ptis/s400/6a010536b86d36970c011570be4913970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that gross me out (once again, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; order)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hairy chests (on men or women, its just nasty. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; think of Tom Cruises &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; in Tropic Thunder and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt; that was just wrong on so many levels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mini skirts (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care how hot your body is, it grosses me out that only 1 inch of fabric and you standing upright keeps me from seeing your beef curtains flapping in the wind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oily skin (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; I almost puked typing that ... you know they make oil absorbing sheets for that shit right? there is no valid excuse to walk around like you just dipped your face in a vat of fries at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Disick&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said ... barf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love Bugs ( if you're from FL you know what I'm talking about. Those fucking little black bugs that fly around attached at the ass while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sexin'&lt;/span&gt; in mid-flight. They land on you and have sex! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ZOMFG&lt;/span&gt; bugs are having sex on my arm!) *barf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Urinal Cakes (just the name makes me want to vomit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paper Cuts (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; just the thought makes me want to cringe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; (they smell like vomit...whats up with that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that piss me off ... aka "pet peeves" (you know the drill)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who don't use turn signals to a) turn or b) change lanes (its there for a reason douche bag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pregnant women who smoke (seriously bitch? seriously?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Idiots who get their own reality shows on E! (i can't even comment on this stupidity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chain letters (if I don't forward it to 10 people in 2 minutes I think I'll take my chances at getting raped by a ghost at midnight, thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hoochie&lt;/span&gt; Mama's (oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right, I'm bringing it back! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;HOOOOOOCHIEEEEEES&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teenage girls (I want to kick you all in the fucking throat. you walk around the mall wearing clothes even a hooker would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to be seen in and talk shit about the random people you see. you think the world owes you everything and your main goal in life is for a guy to think your hot. well guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;chica&lt;/span&gt;? he only thinks your hot when you go down on him and when your done he's on to the next one. save your knee's and jaw some wear and tear and put on some clothes please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Parents of said teenage girls (you really let your kid go out in public looking like that? and then want to get pissed when the 40yr old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;greasy&lt;/span&gt; man who works in the food court &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ogles&lt;/span&gt; at her with a hard on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Old women who don't wear bras (perhaps this should go under the "things that gross me out" category?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; Rednecks (if you went to high school with me, you know what I'm talking about. I can't go any further into this without giggling hysterically and then becoming angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bullies (if you were over 18 I'd kick your ass you little shits! 7yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; who think its funny to belittle other kids and make fun of them is not cool in my book. i want to bitch slap your parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who wear leggings (and I say "people" because I've seen men wear them. Yes I said men. Its just wrong on so many levels and I want to kick you when I see you wearing them. They are not attractive on ANYONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Fitch (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;fuuuuuuck&lt;/span&gt; this store and everything it represents. i wouldn't wear a free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of clothing from that place even if I was paid to! evil, disgusting &amp;amp; rude employee's and extremely ugly overpriced clothes on top of it. and it always smells like someone broke 5 bottles of expired c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ologne&lt;/span&gt; when i walk past the entrance in the mall. whats up with that?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Parents who get all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; when your kid touches their kid stuff but its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for their kid(s) to have free reign on your kids stuff. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Competitive&lt;/span&gt; moms (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; who gives a flying fuck if your kid walked 2 days before mine did? your poor kid is still ugly and picks his nose!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that make me laugh (yep)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fart &amp;amp; poop jokes (yep, I have the sense of humor of a 8yr old boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Cats (seriously .... &lt;a href="http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chelsey Handler (I want her to adopt me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Step Brothers, Anchorman, Old School &amp;amp; Elf (I heart Will Ferrel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My husband when he finds a song he likes (he will repeat the dumbest parts of the song, over and over for weeks. The latest one ... "I got her, grocery bag". KILL.ME.NOW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Taressa&lt;/span&gt; (she and I share a warped sense of humor and I know for sure we are sharing a rock in hell together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Men in their 40's who act like they are in their 20's (there is a dad at my church, who's either 40 or knocking on the door, he wears a motorcycle jacket, leather boots, tight jeans and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt; .... I kid you not, you can't make this shit up. He looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ridonkulous&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dane Cook (the man stole my heart when someone shit on the coats)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-3833627627963977308?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/3833627627963977308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=3833627627963977308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/3833627627963977308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/3833627627963977308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-said-what-that-whore.html' title='She said what?! That whore!'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S4McVn25EcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GtTfCP9ptis/s72-c/6a010536b86d36970c011570be4913970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-5197297390581800242</id><published>2010-02-14T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:32:50.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tlc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duggars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19 kids and counting'/><title type='text'>Lurve</title><content type='html'>It's Valentines Day. &lt;em&gt;*barf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as I like to call it Commercialism Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the kids each 1 little box of chocolates from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for $1. They LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;Good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;I think its a dumb day.&lt;br /&gt;I think its a very forced holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the need to spend oodles of money on my husband because Hallmark told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show my love daily and hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anniversaries&lt;/span&gt; are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah .... screw Valentines Day and all the puppets that cave into the marketing scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; (what else is new?)&lt;br /&gt;On the right I saw an ad for that show 19 Kids And Counting.&lt;br /&gt;That show on TLC about that chick with the clown car vagina .... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Duggars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked the little "x" by the ad to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; asked me why I wanted it gone I clicked "it's offensive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Commercialism Day peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-5197297390581800242?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/5197297390581800242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=5197297390581800242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/5197297390581800242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/5197297390581800242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/02/lurve.html' title='Lurve'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-3286438453767102266</id><published>2010-02-09T21:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:14:11.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSync'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='armwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house of carters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='98 degrees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyz II men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey Fatone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey McIntyre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobbi jean carter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backstreet Boys'/><title type='text'>Quit playin' games with my heart</title><content type='html'>I have an unnatural love for boy bands.&lt;br /&gt;NSync, BSB, NKOTB, 98 Degree's, Boyz II Men, Boy Zone, O-Town, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/backstreet%20boys" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="332" alt="backstreet boys Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i158/kenzabenz26/Backstreet-Boys.jpg" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can sing, dance and bite your bottom lip in a suggestive manner and swivel your hips while staring at a big hairy child molester looking guy behind the camera .... I'M YOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do the 5 basic boy band dance moves in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to every song that makes your panties drop.&lt;br /&gt;I am, that loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up on NKOTB (thats New Kids On The Block for those of you who were born in the 90's and have no clue what good music is). I had the honor of seeing them in concert March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Best. Night. Ever. It was truely a "magic night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(if you caught the reference, buy yourself a cookie!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey fucking McIntyre *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;I lived for him.&lt;br /&gt;I used to pretend he was watching me sleep at night. I always made sure my hair was pretty, I had on cute pj's and I made sure I didnt sleep with my mouth open and drool falling out.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll stop there before I embarass myself any more than I already have.&lt;br /&gt;*blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the dolls. The street clothes and concert clothed dolls (yes 2 sets)&lt;br /&gt;The stage for their concerts.&lt;br /&gt;Sheets, socks, shoe strings, buttons, shirts, etc...&lt;br /&gt;I think my mom paid for at least one of their kids to go to college honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NSync .... Ooooooh I could listen to them for hours!&lt;br /&gt;It took me forever to get over the whole BSB vs NSync thing.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was totally an NSync hater. I was drinkin that haterade and would flip the chanel when they came on.&lt;br /&gt;Freakin posers! How dare they try to copy BSB and steal their thunder! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IF! Eventually I grew up and got over it. I can love all boy bands equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Fatone .... I love you. Call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSB (Backstreet Boys .... and I mean 1999-2003 BSB when all 5 were in the band and fucking awesome, none of this 1 is missing and they suck ass bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;I owned every CD. I think I still do. I know all their songs.&lt;br /&gt;I used to sit by the tv and watch TRL waiting for their new videos. I totally jam out to their greatest hits cd on every road trip. ('I Want It That Way' is the SHIT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Carter *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED him.&lt;br /&gt;Until that is ..... Bobbi Jean Carter entered my life.&lt;br /&gt;YES, the sister of Nick Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have seen her on that crappy 1 season reality show he and his siblings had on E a few years ago. House of Carters ... google that shit if you don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bitch. This Bobbi Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just UGHHHH, with a side of ughhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to high school with her for 1/2 of a school year.&lt;br /&gt;She moved to our area, I believe it was the middle of my sophomore or junior year (I honestly can't remember).&lt;br /&gt;She was soooo fucking snobby and rude to everyone who didn't kiss her ass.&lt;br /&gt;I wont go into too much detail about my encounters with her but I will say ..... she totally ruined my future plans of being Mrs Nick Carter. There was no way in hell I could be her sister-in-law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams crushed, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot skankzilla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-3286438453767102266?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/3286438453767102266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=3286438453767102266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/3286438453767102266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/3286438453767102266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/02/quit-playin-games-with-my-heart.html' title='Quit playin&apos; games with my heart'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-7185680466478183020</id><published>2010-02-04T09:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:51:39.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the hilarity</title><content type='html'>I live in a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How we moved in here, I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;Expensive homes, snotty people who make way more than we do, and teenagers driving Lexus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SUV's&lt;/span&gt; (no joke, our babysitter has her very own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a really good deal on a house here, apparently, otherwise we would not be here.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel we fit in at all even though we drive pretty nice new cars and have a well taken care of home .... we are not among the rich folks here. I do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shoppin&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; while they hit Macy's. Got it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, point made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had snow this past weekend! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! (coming from living in FL for 14yrs, I'm loving this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S2rbF_zdMaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H4Ef5OKog_A/s1600-h/Storm2010+003home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434396796449010082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S2rbF_zdMaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H4Ef5OKog_A/s400/Storm2010+003home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so in true winter tradition, people in my neighborhood starting building snowmen.&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue who these people are but someone in our hood built one in their front yard with their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;This person then decided to adorn said snowman with a hat that they bought from Russia. A hat, apparently, that they loved and had sentimental value.&lt;br /&gt;This person then left said hat on the snowman overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**now to understand why this is hilarious I MUST put this in here.&lt;br /&gt;Recently we've had a rash of "vandalism" (this is how it has been worded in the countless emails going around in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HOA&lt;/span&gt;). Cars being parked on the street and left unlocked are getting broken into (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whoda&lt;/span&gt; thunk it?!), someone found footprints under their daughters window where she heard knocking, etc... You get the point. A nice uppity neighborhood having anything like this happen is a travesty and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; in to the ghetto! Oh no! **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person then woke up and found their snowman was "vandalized". Arms ripped off, face punched in and *GASP* the hat was missing!&lt;br /&gt;Emails went out.&lt;br /&gt;The person said they had surveillance on their home, they have not reviewed the tape. But if the hat was returned to their mailbox by Friday they'd let it go. If not, police would be involved and the tape would be reviewed. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rolles&lt;/span&gt; eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Oh and they also said their daughter would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; so they "rebuilt the snowman before she got home from school, so she would not be upset".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;realz&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning another email went out from someone in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE is freaking the hell out.&lt;br /&gt;Who is this person?&lt;br /&gt;There is nobody in our neighborhood named "Bo" and the email is not registered with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HOA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE HORROR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person, this, Bo. He is my new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His email says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the warning about the snowman incident. I certainly will have a talk with my kids about what appear to be the multiple issues in this case: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I will make sure they understand to never touch any one else or his/her property.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I will make sure they understand how foolish it is to put anything of sentimental and/or fiscal value on a snowman, especially one built in the front yard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I will let them know that if a snowman is in the backyard it is much less likely to be vandalized... especially in a neighborhood in which acts of petty theft are a regular occurrence (e.g., regularly emailed reports of unlocked cars being burglarized). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I will let them know as we are building a snowman that it is an extremely temporary thing and that they should not become attached to it for if it is not demolished by us or someone else, it will soon melt anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may have missed something, but those are the most obvious issues that jumped out at first glance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks,Bo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I of course, replied to Bo telling him how much appreciated that laugh and how much I agree.&lt;br /&gt;Call me an asshole. But I think its pretty damn funny. And true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I do NOT condone violence against snowmen! Or theft.&lt;br /&gt;I just think people need more common sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-7185680466478183020?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/7185680466478183020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=7185680466478183020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7185680466478183020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7185680466478183020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-hilarity.html' title='Oh the hilarity'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S2rbF_zdMaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H4Ef5OKog_A/s72-c/Storm2010+003home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-1165078543579768242</id><published>2010-01-27T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:18:58.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dollar tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliya'/><title type='text'>Adventures at the Dollar Tree</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lived until you've gone to the Dollar Tree with 2 very cranky toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-U-N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and could NOT get a cart out of the stall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some lady actually got annoyed with me and gave me her cart.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is. She was leaving. Why be annoyed with me because their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peice&lt;/span&gt; of shit carts don't operate normally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In the 2 minutes it took me to get a cart (hey! I was 1 handed holding the Chloe monster) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aliya&lt;/span&gt; became fixated on the cheap ass toys in the machines (you know, the ones that cost nearly as much as a "real" toy in the dollar store only they come in plastic bubble that you damn near chip your teeth on trying to open? yeah, those).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes of me saying "come on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aliya&lt;/span&gt;" before I lost it and drop kicked her in the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering up and down the isles with "mama can I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bawoon&lt;/span&gt;?" repeating in the background.&lt;br /&gt;I end up in the "arts &amp;amp; crafts" section and see that they have the wall decals I've been wanting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aliya's&lt;/span&gt; room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 500 decals on 1 thin rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones I wanted ...... were in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course! Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm having to remove the first 200 I hear a loud *pop* and the sound of 500 decal sheets falling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I broke the rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was looking, it was all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid them and went on my merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the register, turn my back to get my stuff out  ..... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bawoooooooon&lt;/span&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;waaaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;, mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little midget monster (A) some how grabbed a balloon string, walked near Chloe, and they were in a tug of war to end all tug of wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aliya&lt;/span&gt; damn near got her hand sliced open from pulling on Chloe's death grip.&lt;br /&gt;Chick was in it to win it, let me tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier gave me a dirty look.&lt;br /&gt;That was my signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take this balloon as well" I say.&lt;br /&gt;Balloon says "Happy Birthday". There are no birthdays in this household until July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*scratches head*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$27 later we were outta there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure I want to take that adventure again. I'll just leave them in the car next time.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt;, crack the windows for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-1165078543579768242?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/1165078543579768242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=1165078543579768242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/1165078543579768242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/1165078543579768242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventures-at-dollar-tree.html' title='Adventures at the Dollar Tree'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-7775902783773082442</id><published>2010-01-26T10:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:23:18.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am 29 years old&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am a Wife &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the aunt to 9 nephews and 2 neices &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am an only child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a Christian with a warped sense of humor and liberal thoughts. Some would NOT call me a Christian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like politics, nor do I understand them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love flavored coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I live for shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I probably need therapy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a wannabe photographer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am completely and utterly lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am questioning what I want to be when I grow up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have pretty eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate my hair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm disgusted with the body my pregnancies have left me with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have suffered infertilty and more miscarriages than anyone should have to bear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a sarcastic bitch (sometimes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have lived in our current home (new state) for 6 months and have no friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lonely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have conversations with myself a lot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Starbucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I spend too much time online &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm learning to love myself, its a work in progress &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love tv &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've recently come to love Christian music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss being a military wife to the point I cry sometimes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My head says I'm not done having children but my husbands vasectomy says I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can hold a grudge longer and better than you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I want to be an egg donor or surrogate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I judge people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not spoken to my best friend in nearly 2 years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I flip people off in the car and sometimes cuss at them&lt;br /&gt;I have a potty mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sing very loudly in the car, but only in front of my children &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I adore chocolate and everything it stands for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Boones Farm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my best friends lives in the computer (T) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping makes me happy, even if it isnt for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the wife of a Navy Veteran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the daughter of an Air Force Veteran who faught in a war &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm addicted to Diet Pepsi &amp;amp; Diet Dr Pepper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I embarass easily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like white gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can't deal with background noise, it nearly drives me insane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have anxiety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I worry about everything, even stuff that could not possibly happen....all the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love sushi &amp;amp; pizza I hate exercising (hence the laziness)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I like road trips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My feelings get hurt easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I cannot speak in public&lt;br /&gt;I love roller coasters but am terrified of heights &amp;amp; flying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate being in crowded places, I get self concious and feel like everyone is staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm beginning to look my age :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Florida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I miss having family around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; My favorite color is baby blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the dentist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm crazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm loveable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have regrets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am proud of my husband &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm paranoid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm obsessive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm perfect in God's eyes I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'ve learned to love unconditionally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am ..... Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S18Tt6K8h7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Am9q1az2_qI/s1600-h/January10junk+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431081355062314930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S18Tt6K8h7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Am9q1az2_qI/s400/January10junk+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-7775902783773082442?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/7775902783773082442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=7775902783773082442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7775902783773082442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7775902783773082442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/01/contemplating-myself.html' title='Contemplating myself'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/S18Tt6K8h7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Am9q1az2_qI/s72-c/January10junk+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-6579053398762525286</id><published>2010-01-25T13:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:55:42.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm. Yep.</title><content type='html'>I think I just heard a gun shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearing is kind of foggy due to my head cold from hell.&lt;br /&gt;I should probably take something. But I'm a gluten for punishment and chose to not take meds unless I absolutly need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hard core ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on here in terms of my oh-so-thrilling life.&lt;br /&gt;Working out, gaining weight, cleaning, changing diapers.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUN! Be jealous bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news this past week.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle Bill was put in the hospital. He has lung cancer. They are not sure what stage it is,but he will have a biopsy today to determine that, along with what kind of lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Friday &amp;amp; Saturday he went into surgery (yes 2 surgeries) to disolve blood clots that went from his neck to his elbow. The doctors were rockstars and got them all and put stints in.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bill is a major Colts fan so I think its pretty stellar that they won yesterday and are going to the SB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other bad news.&lt;br /&gt;A friend from high school, Daniel Angus, serving in the US Marines was killed in Afganistan this past week. I'm so sad over this. He was a good friend, always made me laugh. If it wasnt for him, I probably would have done better in biology. But he made it fun. He made me laugh and the classes bearable. I have not seen him since before graduation in 1999. My heart goes out to his family and I thank him and the 5 others who died with him for their service to this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happier news.&lt;br /&gt;I like playing fetch with my 17 month old daughter. Is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;She enjoys it. She gets exercise. It entertains me. And I don't have to leave the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Win/Win I say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-6579053398762525286?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/6579053398762525286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=6579053398762525286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6579053398762525286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/6579053398762525286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmmm-yep.html' title='Hmmmm. Yep.'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-7022049222587709146</id><published>2010-01-12T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:43:33.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B to the O to the R I N G</title><content type='html'>My life is so boring. But the first 12 days of 2010 have been good to us.&lt;br /&gt;We are healthy, school has started back up. My sanity is in tact.&lt;br /&gt;All is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon has his 2nd wrestling tournament this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe weighs in at 18.6lbs and is 17mths old now!&lt;br /&gt;Aliya is speaking a little more clearly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-7022049222587709146?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/7022049222587709146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=7022049222587709146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7022049222587709146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7022049222587709146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/01/b-to-o-to-r-i-n-g.html' title='B to the O to the R I N G'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100893866499559814.post-7626346062438068489</id><published>2010-01-04T14:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:58:50.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>This year WILL be better!&lt;br /&gt;The first half of 2009 was aweful. Clinton got out of the Navy, we were kicked out of housing. We had nowhere to live so a friend took us in, then she kicked us out and I ended the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ohio for a couple months and then Clinton got a job that took us here to Oklahoma. And thats when things got better.&lt;br /&gt;We bought a house, I got a new van. Devon found a great school and is involved in school activities. I got baptized. I became active in volunteering &amp;amp; working at my church. Aliya started gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;To put it bluntly, we were blessed the last 6mths of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have full faith that this year will be equally  blessed.&lt;br /&gt;We have began tithing at our church and I feel honored to do so.&lt;br /&gt;We have consolodated our debt and made a plan to save money and be more responsible with moeny.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue volunteering and workign with the church. I will continue being a wrestling &amp;amp; gymnastics mom/taxi.&lt;br /&gt;I get to watch my children grow this year. Devon will turn 8yrs old and start 3rd grade this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Aliya will be 4yrs old in the fall and hopefully start preschool.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe will be 2yrs old this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I will turn 30 this year and start a new decade in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Clinton will turn 33 and I will continue to make fun of him for being older than me :)~&lt;br /&gt;My only hope for this year is Clinton finds some fun in his life. He works very hard and I want him to have fun and relax more.&lt;br /&gt;I also want us to make friends. We have nobody in this state. No friends. No family.&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to maybe join a life group at church or a mommy/play group to find some.&lt;br /&gt;We spent almost 4yrs in Mayport before we found good friends and I refuse to go that long being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2010 Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;Read the Bible&lt;br /&gt;Become more organized at home&lt;br /&gt;Be a better mother/teacher to my children&lt;br /&gt;Become more financially responsible and save more money&lt;br /&gt;Plan a date night for Clinton and I once a month (even if its at home)&lt;br /&gt;Lose my last 20lbs and then maintain it!&lt;br /&gt;Become a famous blogger. (reach for the sky baby!0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a GREAT 2010!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100893866499559814-7626346062438068489?l=crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/feeds/7626346062438068489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100893866499559814&amp;postID=7626346062438068489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7626346062438068489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100893866499559814/posts/default/7626346062438068489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazywonderfullifeofalexis.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Alexis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djC1LxrMV_Y/TVDPx1pX4tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rt5-5H6ZR6g/s220/Feb72011%2B004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
