tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22400049443635703642024-03-05T10:41:51.560-05:00Hello...My Name is DRAMA.Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-43907266140068386862009-05-18T23:57:00.003-04:002009-05-19T00:01:21.996-04:00....Really I just wrote a whole new blog and lost it...literally lost it...God is sending me a message!Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-6278041715895116732009-01-06T10:55:00.001-05:002009-01-06T10:57:06.718-05:00Blah!I would just like to know when this gets easier?? Anyone, anyone??? I feel like I am offically tapped out!!!Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-77794220908428329072008-12-30T12:52:00.000-05:002008-12-30T12:53:30.778-05:00Scratch that!One should be careful what one writes when one is perturbed!Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-71717706393971951662008-10-22T21:12:00.002-04:002008-10-22T21:14:18.570-04:00All Sour Grapes...<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"><br /><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" ><br /><strong>You Are Grape</strong><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><br /><center><img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/grape.jpg" width="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You are bold and a true individual. You are very different and very okay with that.<br /><br />People know you as a straight shooter. You're very honest, even when the truth hurts.<br /><br />You are also very grounded and practical. No one is going to sneak anything by you.<br /><br />People enjoy your fresh approach to life. And it's this honesty that makes you a very innovative person.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/">What Color Purple Are You?</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am not sure that they "enjoy" my fresh approach but it's a nice thought none the less!!!!!</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-63991680671089005162008-10-20T20:44:00.004-04:002008-10-20T21:17:57.431-04:007 Things....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV0DZ6mpOWX6UGcU_Nfl14P9HoROIXMbyqOFAVlC88EuszRzxtceNIFU8Rw9fc0Xx6Bk8ieBd4Gu6hYKgJg4WpeSpE4vRPE13lzd-kK63cAVbEAYS7jqJKk282NGatJ9DG-bdfs4wadVJR/s1600-h/tagged.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259407190851124370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV0DZ6mpOWX6UGcU_Nfl14P9HoROIXMbyqOFAVlC88EuszRzxtceNIFU8Rw9fc0Xx6Bk8ieBd4Gu6hYKgJg4WpeSpE4vRPE13lzd-kK63cAVbEAYS7jqJKk282NGatJ9DG-bdfs4wadVJR/s400/tagged.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>So I have been tagged! I avoided it as long as possible but seeing as my friend over at <a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/">For the Love of Pete</a> was tagged as well and she did hers I felt obligated. Without further adieu...for my friend at <a href="http://thelamottafamily.blogspot.com/">Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe</a>...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>1. I love planning birthday parties! I bitch and complain all through the process and I stress the day of but I truly love planning birthday parties especially ones which the theme is unique!!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>2. I could so be a Cyber Private Investigator...the internet is my friend!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>3. I believe in, have felt and seen spirits...and no I am not crazy, at least not that kind of crazy!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>4. I LOVE to bake...anything...I however do it very little as I hate cleaning up afterwards.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>5. Reference number 4...I hate to clean up...I don't enjoy clutter yet I live in a mound of it....really I am an organized person under it all.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>6. I am one of those rare people the can say "I have never done any drugs!" and mean it...this will become quit useful in coming years with my kids I am sure!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>7. I am allergic to cats, like wheezing and hacking if they rub near my face allergic...not really weird or random I know...however it is weird, maybe just stupid, that I own two...we got these two after our last two died!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Feel free to play along as most of the blogging world already has....</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-34779566033250627552008-10-08T00:01:00.000-04:002008-10-08T00:01:01.734-04:00The Bridge to Nowhere!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhis5sY0kxbl-svNbWA09epb01DBJFaavMF6r08wE4M7131kz5MambUlcvBb0F1xRbWH7GkbdWdxUUWwA5VpGjjI_hjEzhIKqGaPjTTNQpSNRt-dokrouMC0sZ0kjsGpUnnjbriIeA8Utrf/s1600-h/bridge.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254566488691651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhis5sY0kxbl-svNbWA09epb01DBJFaavMF6r08wE4M7131kz5MambUlcvBb0F1xRbWH7GkbdWdxUUWwA5VpGjjI_hjEzhIKqGaPjTTNQpSNRt-dokrouMC0sZ0kjsGpUnnjbriIeA8Utrf/s320/bridge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I haven't done a Wednesday quote post in a while and I thought maybe this would be the time to do so...here we go!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc66;">It is the highest form of self-respect to admit our errors and mistakes and make amends for them. To make a mistake is only an error in judgment, but to adhere to it when it is discovered shows infirmity of character. ~ Dale E. Turner</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">So the past few months have been pretty good to me...I am becoming a happier person again...at least happier compared to how I was last year! Anger is not an attractive quality...I am really learning to let it go...it feels good!</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I realized this last weekend, the one of inebriation with old friends, that I am really a grudge holder, I also realized I am SO not alone!!! See I decided it was time to mend some bridges over the weekend, maybe the alcohol and the hot Florida sun got to me or maybe it was just the fact that I see the same people every year at this event, get irritated with them every year and to be honest was a bit tired of the cycle. Now you have to understand that I have known the people I was with for more than 13 years and to be honest some of my grudges were that old! I decided to lay it on the table, let the truth sit there, maybe I was making a big deal out of past events, perhaps I was the only one who took them with any seriousness! Bridge building...maybe bridges to nowhere but bridge building none the less!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It turns out I didn't have to work hard to put my mind at ease! One situation had bothered me for years and made me really dislike a specific brother in my Hubby fraternity. Now it didn't help that there was some "chemistry" between us once and there was a whole lot of "what ifs" at one time. Anyhow, years ago I saw him doing sometime he shouldn't have been doing, called him out on it and in return received a rash of shit for some of the brothers that included me being put in a room and yelled at for an extended period of time, needless to say at 18 it was a bit intimidating! I have been mad about this ever since because he lied, he denied it, freaking pissed me off!! He screwed up, I got yelled at, how does that work!! Anyhow we were all wasted and he asked why I didn't like him, I wasn't really sure bringing it up would be beneficial and to be honest I wasn't sure that he would remember, it was probably much more detrimental to me than him! After talking in circles for a good 15 minutes he finally came out with it...he knew why I was mad...the "incident"! Wow, after all this time!! And then shocker of all shockers he admitted what really happened and that he was sorry, well at least to a point, hey it was alot coming for him! Then one of the brothers that yelled at me apologized as well...I know it is stupid but it lifted a huge weight off my shoulders! The grudge was gone...damn it felt good!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Things only got funnier in that he was sure that I was still unhappy with him because of "that night"....aww yes..."that night at ***'s house"....huh, wow, who would have thought he remembered that. See I remember "that night" with excruciating detail for a whole other reason. That was the night I "chose" my Hubby!! They were each making there intentions known and I chose my Hubby, best choice I ever made. I proceeded to tell that to this guy...I don't think he appreciated that...oops! I really thought he would never remember that! It proved to me that sometimes I am a bit paranoid...I tend to think I make more of a situation than there is...maybe not!! Anyhow, it felt good, it felt good to settle it...building a bridge! And next year I will be able to look at him, smile and walk on by...at least until I remember some other reason he pissed me off!!!!</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-69339823887961291332008-10-07T12:21:00.003-04:002008-10-07T19:24:49.417-04:00It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNi-y_hYZ2yKa_fEaO7DtnuZgHTBq0t0u2qnCAElA5BocKzxeN0iLGQ5-BSJydjdrHC-b7jrniK_RudRgR3D4yQzmggqMTZ-7Vk5N43JDKqoEJ18zbneFyzeoeLjt3yqpQf3O4Go-43DS9/s1600-h/DSC06324.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254556858121320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNi-y_hYZ2yKa_fEaO7DtnuZgHTBq0t0u2qnCAElA5BocKzxeN0iLGQ5-BSJydjdrHC-b7jrniK_RudRgR3D4yQzmggqMTZ-7Vk5N43JDKqoEJ18zbneFyzeoeLjt3yqpQf3O4Go-43DS9/s320/DSC06324.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have been a bit busy lately, also trying hard to prioritize things and my blog has definitely fallen to the wayside. So excuse the fact that I will be rambling a bit!!<br /><br />Miss Sassy had her 9th birthday...that was a bit hard to swallow! It is hard to remember how old she is...she is a tiny thing! I love her to death but she is by far my most difficult child, she has always had a mind of her own! Unfortunately her mind is a good 15 years older than she is!! She is growing up so quick and she is the one I worry about having a bad relationship with...that is something I am working on...gotta find a way to get through to her!! But truly she is a wonderful child and I am blessed to have her love me!<br /><br />Hubby and I went away for a weekend of inebriation with lots of old friends...good times! Now when I say old friends I really mean his old fraternity brothers and assorted friends that come in tow!! It was a great weekend...I still have the dislocated finger to prove it! Yes, people that is right, at 31 years old I have my very first bone injury...and it still hurts like hell a week later! I dislocated my middle finger at the top joint, it decided to make the letter L...good stuff! Unfortunately for me I was not still inebriated at the time...so freaking unfortunate!!! And the only thing that makes it funnier is the fact that it happened during a pillow fight at midnight in a Disney hotel...oh yeah...nothing like acting your age! Note to self, do not twist the pillow case around your fingers and swing full out at another person doing the same...the results will not be pretty! Now according to my friends it is just because I flicked too many people off but truly it was a pillow fight...that's my story and I am sticking to it!!</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-24804147802128112552008-09-22T09:45:00.001-04:002008-09-22T09:46:48.739-04:00OMG!! I love him even more!!!I have loved him for years...since his Ally McBeal days...but this was great!!! Enjoy!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9cQWelvgC4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9cQWelvgC4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-48071127514132392402008-09-15T22:03:00.000-04:002008-09-15T22:04:36.381-04:00WOW! Might have to think about this one...<div style="padding:0px;margin;0px;border:1px solid rgb(133,143,174);background-color: rgb(250,241,218);width: 200px;"><div style="padding:0px;margin;0px;background-color: rgb(12,12,132);overflow:auto"><div style="padding:0px;margin;0px;float:left;display:inline;width:50px;margin-right:5px;"><a href="http://www.fightconservatives.com" style="padding:0px;margin;0px;"><img src="http://www.fightconservatives.com/images/PIQLink.gif"alt="How to Win a Fight With a Conservative is the ultimate survival guide for political arguments" width="50" height="50" style="border:0px;padding:0px;margin;0px;" /></a></div><h1 style="font-family: 'Georgia';font-size:16px;color:white;padding-top:3px;margin-top:3px;margin-left: 8px;margin-bottom:2px;">My Liberal Identity:</h1></div><p style="font-family: 'Georgia', 'Times New Roman',serif;padding:4px;margin:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:18px;color:black;">You are a <EM><STRONG>Reality-Based Intellectualist</STRONG></EM>, also known as the liberal elite. You are a proud member of what’s known as the reality-based community, where science, reason, and non-Jesus-based thought reign supreme.</p><div style="padding: 0px;background-color: white;"><p style="font-family: 'Georgia', 'Times New Roman',serif;padding:4px;margin:0px;font-size:10px;color:black;">Take the quiz at <a href="http://www.fightconservatives.com/Inside-the-Book/What-Breed-of-Liberal-Are-You.html" style="color:blue;">www.FightConservatives.com</a></p></div></div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-60557500510197717922008-09-05T21:13:00.005-04:002008-09-05T21:20:11.374-04:00Can't take it back.....A close friend sent this to me recently via email I loved it so much I thought I would share with everyone!<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-7dwdTqC_I9s_gARUw-badZP8keJXcdcHOs0OgAgzFZaEucjmd69sODOWTtSuqCtWfmwVGwffC4zJaENry-tlG7XKDCl8ERfQLtcAMYuXKpNtCfcCoaJ1e4cmBPyLuq76VY0NVtpD8EW/s1600-h/fourthings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242710462653847186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-7dwdTqC_I9s_gARUw-badZP8keJXcdcHOs0OgAgzFZaEucjmd69sODOWTtSuqCtWfmwVGwffC4zJaENry-tlG7XKDCl8ERfQLtcAMYuXKpNtCfcCoaJ1e4cmBPyLuq76VY0NVtpD8EW/s320/fourthings.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242710556538808130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_C_uaLjuJIkjMxEo7Mh8_Jd1lgXMG0bCaCvSsWxhQNY0wi6-HAJBTZgXTfZ3b-cnhx9qd0wNXlY9Ns6R5pF_J1pCvqGCAqQsApUSb0-97t1vYQOAuDZ1MRL3RRpbQCF6DDIMYjou9abP/s320/stone.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242710680058353458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeJKvOiqAgTK7IzOdhYZqZOP7hhPCSZJ2V5aBCvlYSnTRYYlxmeHLF_2CNVz0MyNp6ASJpML_m0aC3xv8SbisqSWfDzw1V0jW9oLbnnolQzc4BOf5Af2c_5abdrcoErL8AgpXvAlPAchg/s320/word.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242710810018854018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhof4cyR3ppr3lPagdPGp_RUIMvyF8RcQEtxCGI2v3U1s5OmtJVLNz2yiHOWMi8nNZ66525zdfAb5WqAIMcrV0VMuP2Hjmj-xoPQtVIo6Z_NJVuxJe-ZC1xBzVRhJeTJazfSQRoDkwcjH9M/s320/occasion.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242710910179532722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqnvPWckMkpVwaCf6oFCuVe8znFKr1tjhWv64dkRKTKMD7CGFiaB5LpyQzEA0h9bLf9zSQwiIhDTKO531SfNM6KX7e3tVFadVLQP5Y_yR5IHRBTq2DIsbDmChc2VDLAhSJEyMVYCJuKlT/s320/time.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-62743873673703158952008-09-02T18:41:00.002-04:002008-09-02T18:46:47.226-04:00Random One Liner.....because they say it all.......<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Sometimes the majority only means that all the fools are on the same side.</span></div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-63901479481427517582008-08-25T08:11:00.003-04:002008-08-25T09:23:02.921-04:00The Doctor will see you now....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0rnzZslzAM8qkHIbmrJhHcGv90mtAgFSlFUNaXP542izUz-VFiITE5bnEJy3lcE5B0RVwCkkY_xvCAGftNV3XiCrhEW7GcY1lSAXvn8_8PWSw6snog4LP5mb8upY9CqIbg7BxcZw7qrv/s1600-h/jogglass.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238443138630879442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0rnzZslzAM8qkHIbmrJhHcGv90mtAgFSlFUNaXP542izUz-VFiITE5bnEJy3lcE5B0RVwCkkY_xvCAGftNV3XiCrhEW7GcY1lSAXvn8_8PWSw6snog4LP5mb8upY9CqIbg7BxcZw7qrv/s320/jogglass.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am not a doctor person...I don't dislike them, I just have learned who to deal with most of the pains in my body by myself. I guess this is also why I got <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">meningitis</span> seven years ago...the viral kind...the kind where you let yourself get sick and stay sick...I had a baby and a toddler, who had time to slow down much less go to the doctor...it is much more fun to wait till they have to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">quarantine</span> you!<br /><br />Anyways I am currently about a year and a half over due for my physical...I don't think that is too bad...the fact that I was supposed to have a ultrasound and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bloodwork</span> done well over a year ago is beside the point. I have been thinking now that my life is returning to normal I should schedule that appointment...Hubby is much better about this, he is doing a good job taking care of himself. So I keep telling myself "just get through the first two weeks of school then you can make all your appointments and take care of yourself"...it's a novel idea!<br /><br />I don't dislike my doctor, he is funny and very easy going, I am finding out that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alot</span> of people I know go to him...hubby included. He is attentive and willing to listen when most other doctors tell me I am full of shit...really people I know my body...just listen! Anyhow, I really have no excuses I need to make that appointment!<br /><br />There is a reason I bring all this up...see I was at a meeting this weekend...Miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Sassy's</span> dance company...just a parent's meeting to tell us <strike>how stressed</strike> how great this year was going to be. We have a relatively small company, maybe 40 dancers this year, but we are good...people are traveling 2 hours to be in our company...I really do feel blessed for Miss Sassy and our family...for the most part it is a fun crowd. We have new students this year, eight according to Miss Sassy, I noticed new parent faces while coming in but didn't have time to really look, seeing as I was late like usual. Lucky for me Hubby was there waiting to trade off kids. As Hubby was leaving he whispered something in my ear...I made him repeat it, possibly three times, because really he can't be right. Sitting less than 10 feet away from me was...MY DOCTOR...are you kidding me??? At the exact moment I could have sworn I heard God laughing at me!! I mean really we have 40 freaking dancers, most are siblings so what 25 parents, and there are tons of dance companies around here!! I was convinced Hubby was wrong...I knew he wasn't but I had to come home and look up his wife's name, not I don't stalk much thanks for asking, just to convince myself!! CRAP!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dammit now I have lost all my excuses...I am sure some of you are wondering why I am so concerned...let me explain...my child is now at the dance studio 11 hours a week...we all travel together...we all eat together...we all drink together...did I mention that I am currently the jackass that stepped up to coordinate events for the company?!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I cannot look this man in the eye and tell him I just forgot...I will see him at least once a freaking week...you just can't lie to someone you are going to see that much!!! Well I guess on the upside maybe he will see why I am so stressed all the time and possibly prescribe me some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Valium</span>!!!</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-57227952098219036802008-08-22T20:10:00.004-04:002008-08-22T20:52:48.677-04:00Spinning on that dizzy edge....And now because I mentioned them I feel like I MUST share....<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-nkSGg0lk4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-nkSGg0lk4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />One of my three most favorite songs EVER...and the reason I fell in love with The Cure!! Hubby knows that I will physical harm him if this song is playing and he attempts to stop it, change the channel or talk during it!! There are priorities - sometimes Robert Smith and Bono top them!!<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />I had to come back and add this...I have been a bit disappointed by The Cure in the past few years but I am ecstatic about the release of a few of their newer songs(past 4 months or so) they are sounding more like their old selves...makes me so happy!!!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/og_VoeTFzyY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/og_VoeTFzyY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2O1bWiyJqbo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2O1bWiyJqbo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I might have just fallen in love with Robert Smith again!!!!!!!!!!!!!Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-67159481721856331322008-08-22T19:52:00.003-04:002008-08-22T20:03:04.557-04:00So out of the loop!!!!So today I see this headline '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Miley</span> Cyrus' black-sheep brother has a band'...well I am about over this chick...my girls are over her too...way over her...thank the Lord...but I feel compelled to click....it lead me here....<a href="http://music.yahoo.com/promo-29644410-159-20080818">http://music.yahoo.com/promo-29644410-159-20080818</a>!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OMG</span>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her brother sings Shake It...WHAT? That is craziness I tell you! It is one of those songs on the radio that just gets stuck in my head...maybe it's the beat, maybe it's the fact that it reminds me a bit of The Cure...anyone who knows me knows I at one point wanted to marry Robert Smith! It is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">boppy</span> little song with just a hit of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">emoism</span>(yes I know this is not a word but I am still using it) and whining! I am sure they will be a one hit wonder but for now I will just enjoy the song even more knowing that is what is going to become of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Miley</span>...she is gonna go to the dark side...maybe I won't hate her nearly as much!<br /><br />It is amazing the little things that can make my day! :)<br /><br />For your listening/viewing pleasure...<br /><object id="uvp_fop" height="255" width="400" allowfullscreen="false"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"><param name="flashVars" value="id=v60436889&eID=1301797&lang=us&enableFullScreen=0&shareEnable=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="false" src="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v60436889&eID=1301797&lang=us&enableFullScreen=0&shareEnable=1"></embed></object>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-17583802416089558622008-08-22T10:31:00.002-04:002008-08-22T10:36:14.774-04:00What's in a Name?...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIKSQG5M3LT6gnH7ufjlubPOJ-AsKiJeMHvI3I3em9PCNuQbz8vkArDVcPRsqprOr-2xvgIzSB-C5NHg0PtStIHGRxVSbatwlFjIaC0vywtj-5QJBRPWwHrXXqfmjnwP0f99SVKTSQHzMF/s1600-h/school+closed2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237350801509567922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIKSQG5M3LT6gnH7ufjlubPOJ-AsKiJeMHvI3I3em9PCNuQbz8vkArDVcPRsqprOr-2xvgIzSB-C5NHg0PtStIHGRxVSbatwlFjIaC0vywtj-5QJBRPWwHrXXqfmjnwP0f99SVKTSQHzMF/s320/school+closed2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well let's evaluate the name Fay seeing as she is sticking around like an unwanted house guest...<br /><br />Fay means faith, trust, confidence...hmmm...I have faith that I will make it through another day when my children have no school....I trust that I will not kill them, I cannot guarantee they will not spend the day in their individual rooms...I am confident that by the end of the day I will be drunk, thus keeping me from killing them!!<br /><br />Thanks Fay for another fun filled day!!</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-79842303469482419022008-08-20T18:41:00.003-04:002008-08-20T19:02:24.405-04:00Out of Chaos Comes...I enjoy chaos...this is not a confession but rather a statement. Chaos suits my personality, it makes up a good portion of my personality. I understand that alot of my drama comes from the fact that I live in chaos...in every way - my life, my house, my kids. As I am trying to get my house together now that school has started and I have less chaos in the way of my extra stuff I threw in my life (PTA, obligations) I have realized that alot of the reason I live in chaos is avoidance. God, that is SO cliche!!! There is an awful lot to avoid in my life, let me tell ya!!Anyhow I thought it would be a good topic for my quotes this week...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Chaos in the world brings uneasiness, but it also allows the opportunity for creativity and growth. ~ Tom Barrett</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Chaos is the score upon which reality is written. ~ Henry Miller</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">It turns out that an eerie type of chaos can lurk just behind a facade of order - and yet, deep inside the chaos lurks an even eerier type of order. ~ Douglas Hostadter </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Chaos is a friend of mine. ~ Bob Dylan</span>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-70749795633572098022008-08-19T08:17:00.003-04:002008-08-19T08:47:48.193-04:00Can I apologize?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIJuOAV56Q1wAUT-LxpXDBhDyUXr6mLrDjcP9kSv2gclLH-epKFMfCBHTRHC2p74qjcLbY9wWJ40NVPbkbyKl-CQdASHOcxdlYs940XZ2a_moUbw_HgFxtem6z_e-HmoJB2ZCvJTxJOrq/s1600-h/this-school-closed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236209627241923842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIJuOAV56Q1wAUT-LxpXDBhDyUXr6mLrDjcP9kSv2gclLH-epKFMfCBHTRHC2p74qjcLbY9wWJ40NVPbkbyKl-CQdASHOcxdlYs940XZ2a_moUbw_HgFxtem6z_e-HmoJB2ZCvJTxJOrq/s320/this-school-closed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So apparently I tested the gods...I wrote about the fact that we may have to miss school if Tropical Storm Fay did not behave...well dammit here I sit at 8:30am my kids school be in a nice school building far away from me...instead they are curled up safely in their beds as our Superintendent decided we needed to keep them for one more day! It's a conspiracy I tell you...it is part of their idea to save money at the schools...kind of like the moronic choice to make high school start at 9am and middle school start at 7am! I believe <a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/">Karen</a> has the right idea with this one...a scientific study to see how many middle schooler in our neighborhood get pregnant now that they are home unsupervised from 1:30pm on!! Geniuses I tell ya!!<br /><br />Anyhow, this was supposed to be my first full day with all three kids gone...in months...I was looking forward to it, dreaming about it actually. Granted I only planned on cleaning my house but really it was going to be all by myself, well minus the hubby working downstairs! I love my kids and yes I was a bit sentimental yesterday but it was fleeting...really it feel good for them to leave...as my friend pointed out I let hubby take them to school...on the first day!! So here I sit with rain and potential tornadoes...nothing like years of past...Charley and whatnot...but even the freaking trash guys came!!! I don't understand if it is safe for huge trucks to be roaming around with large amounts of debris in them why oh why can my children NOT go to school!!!!<br /><br />Now really do I want them at school with tornadoes as a threat....I guess not...but really it is Florida people that is every afternoon!!!! On the upside I cleaned ALOT yesterday...bathrooms, tons of laundry...see I remember when we had no power for 5 days...granted I deserted with a friend to a hotel by Disney that had power, more importantly air conditioning, I mean I had a 6 week old...but we did call <a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/2008/08/and-i-didnt-even-get-t-shirt.html">Karen </a>regularly to find out how much it sucked over here. Anyhow I had laundry everywhere and the house was a mess, did I mention I had a six week old, and I swear a few days of no power mixed with a messy house is not pleasant. So yes, on the upside TS Fay made me clean...alot...yeah for her!!<br /><br />So the plan for the day is playing at a friend's house if it is rainy and if the sun is out AT ALL we swim at my place...really sounds an awful lot like my summer!!!!!!!! UGH!! Wish me luck that all three girls make it to school at least a few days this week!!</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-37739901589115899142008-08-18T08:05:00.002-04:002008-08-18T08:16:27.603-04:00I am a rock...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz51V37UeLXySe1ThVKN1m7A7vFjf4hyc1EWjGrU6DTETdfcSyZAEXf3owXVZUedaA_9eIYqIknsq6FyWGLJV6wJoHLTr0JoqQ6_2_KgbvM6G2lhA-ThSQTHkPtsNS2t8p76dwzJMPfQo1/s1600-h/rock.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235830441120725746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz51V37UeLXySe1ThVKN1m7A7vFjf4hyc1EWjGrU6DTETdfcSyZAEXf3owXVZUedaA_9eIYqIknsq6FyWGLJV6wJoHLTr0JoqQ6_2_KgbvM6G2lhA-ThSQTHkPtsNS2t8p76dwzJMPfQo1/s320/rock.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay...first day back...I am a rock...I am ready for them to head back to the wonderful place called school. They look beautiful...we have already managed to lose shoes on the first day though...Lord it is going to be a LONG year...I feel it in my bones. But I am a rock, I am ready...until my oldest dressed in her cute dress with legging, matching none the less...this is a rarity in my house with her, even her patrol belt matches...scary...like I said I am a rock...until she reminds me that this is her <strong>last</strong> first day at Elementary school...I am not a rock I am a ball of mush!!! This time next year I will have a middle schooler, an elementary schooler and a kindergartner!!!! I am <strong>so</strong> not a rock!!! The tears are forming!!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am a bad mom...I should have done something special to make this moment last...keep her young forever! I only have eight more years with her....this is not going well! First day back was supposed to make me happy...yeah, not happy!!! Okay, time to compose myself before hubby gets home from taking them to school and he sees what a total dork I am!!!!</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-281218664556383142008-08-17T18:23:00.004-04:002008-08-17T18:35:10.918-04:00Back to School...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC_NBTL6EfwGy7-WE3yAQ5fvdwT0_JT1Y_ccrFFGqJ-GqiL48D4X-UOrHd-QEtabJVh_XQDCDKWSgt24GR9U59BrWVbb9EF9VsNGL7BLibQFy6QKcTm-v4SYJvffE_6H5GtVQcpyN_yo4S/s1600-h/backtoschool.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235618749158082882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC_NBTL6EfwGy7-WE3yAQ5fvdwT0_JT1Y_ccrFFGqJ-GqiL48D4X-UOrHd-QEtabJVh_XQDCDKWSgt24GR9U59BrWVbb9EF9VsNGL7BLibQFy6QKcTm-v4SYJvffE_6H5GtVQcpyN_yo4S/s320/backtoschool.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>School starts tomorrow here! Well that is if Tropical Storm/Hurricane Faye behaves and stays away. I am happy and sad all at once. Happy for the kids to go back...I love them but we are all under each other's skin...it is time. Sad because I have to get back to driving everyone around, feeling hectic and crazy, like I have no real time with my kids. The good thing this year is I feel enlightened...I have learned to say no and am feeling good about it. I will be glad to help when needed but I will not be at anyone's beck and call this time around...it has been three years since that happened...feels kind of warm and fuzzy inside!! What I am really looking forward to is floating on a raft in my new gazillion dollar pool ALL alone!!!! Maybe if she promises to be quiet I will even invite my friend Karen.... :)</div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-60753464913492385642008-08-11T13:49:00.005-04:002008-08-11T14:22:28.126-04:00Through the Looking Glass....I do have to thank my mother for one thing...giving me the desire to be better than her...to be the mom that loves her kids more than herself, the kind of mom that considers her children a gift, the kind of mom that would do anything to protect them, the kind of mom that is proud of her daughters...proud of the daughter that just came up and hugged me just because she heard the "In My Daughter's Eyes" playing from across the room and knew that I just needed her near me...without saying a word until asking if I was okay. So yes, I guess I do owe her a bit of thanks...thank you for making me see the value of my family and the love of my children!<br /><br /><table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" width="182" id="table1" bordercolorlight="#ECEBF1" bordercolordark="#E9DFD1" bordercolor="#C0C0C0"><tr><td height="19" ></td></tr><tr><td bordercolor="#C0C0C0"></td></tr><embed src="http://lb.lyricsdownload.com/2/fla/2.2.swf?passid=1461252-14656941&testopos=center&p_varlista=1&ida=&colT=FFCC33&colF=111111&colL=EEEEEE&aphF=80&sizF=9&spdS=1&bkgI=insert url image&txtT=in my daughter's eyes&themerq=1&themeLy=92" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" width="180" height="200" name="lyricsbox20" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/></embed> <tr><td height="19"></td></tr></table>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-37239129893189443212008-08-11T13:15:00.003-04:002008-08-11T13:47:40.217-04:00Down the rabbit hole....So this blog has been rambling around in my head for a while now...I have been having trouble putting it down...not sure how much of myself I should share with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogsphere</span>. At this point I figure maybe if I write it the ramblings in my head will stop and that will be a good thing...blog therapy so to speak.<br /><br />My grandmother, my mother's mother, died a year ago this week. My grandmothers, both of them were the only people I really relied on in my life. I didn't take it well...I knew she was sick...I wanted to go to KY to see her but right when we were headed to vacation she seemed to get better...I talked to her everyday...she knew her time was near...she was at peace...I was still not ready. Her death made me essentially an orphan...I was really not ready for that...but the thing I was most unprepared for was the fact that I would have to occupy the same space as my mother again.<br /><br />See I use the term orphan because in my mind my mother died almost 13 years ago when she chose her husband over me...when she chose to cut me off...maybe I cut her off...but it is her job as a mother not to allow that to happen. While the death of my grandmother was painful the idea of being five feet away from my mother and her not even trying to speak to me was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">heart wrenching</span>.<br /><br />My stepfather was not a good man...my mother knew this and was/is too weak to do anything about it. When I went to college my mother knew how cruel he had been to me and stayed while I left. I was 18...all I had left in the world were my two grandmothers...I think they hoped one day she would wise up and step up...in the meantime they took her place. For the next 12 years I spoke to my mother on three occasions...never very pleasant...formalities really. She has never met her grandchildren...she doesn't deserve to.<br /><br />I sat in a funeral home for hours upon hours for my grandmother's funeral...my mother on one side, me on the other...the rest of the family trying to figure out what the hell to do. She was crying not because of her mother, whom she also all but cut ties with, but because she saw her grandchildren for the first time ever and she could not touch or speak to them. Truth be told I felt a little bit of vindication at that...it also torn me apart. It torn me apart even more to watch my children watch her...they were naturally curious...and more painful yet was having to explain to my oldest why speaking to her or the bad man with her was not an option. I went a little crazy for those couple of days...probably close to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">certifiable</span> crazy...I was not at my best to say the least.<br /><br />I hate my mother, but I also love my mother....that is so hard to understand...I am not ready to offer up all the details of my life to the world wide web...but I will say that the choices she made were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">inconceivable</span> to most people. She truly does not deserve a place in my life much less my heart...but there she is...I just can't seem to turn that off.<br /><br />We did not talk the entire time we were there...it was SO awkward..so surreal...SO painful. I am an only child and I realize one day I am going to have to in some way care for my mother...even if it is seeing to her getting in a nursing home that will not abuse her, although some days I think maybe I shouldn't care. I just can't turn off the part of me that wants her to love me, wants her to know and except she was wrong....I am also not naive enough to think those things will ever happen....it is so disheartening. I am not sure how that is supposed to make me feel.<br /><br />I have a wonderful family and wonderful in laws...but it is not the same. So now I am thinking it has been a year since I have seen her...I sent her a sympathy card...I stupidly keep reaching...she never acknowledged it. I think I set myself up again, I hoped that she would want to open some line of communication...not that I know how I would even react to that. Here we are a year later and nothing...I thought this was going to get easier as time passed...in reality it is so much worse...I realize time is limited...realize that there is a chance that I may never speak to her again...I am not even sure what to do with that.Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-38297911943427708712008-08-09T08:35:00.002-04:002008-08-09T09:30:57.908-04:00We all have them....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZP98eQB6CH2-CxNoQzXrXYxJ1UmT6beq9YgYucQFENld73Z-KhXJevYJ2VdUbxEb_p87dFjGbYaORJALLl8Chi47Vjo3x4kMgQW0I8cX7DKwcw86y1zyHrB8UiXmtDV7FFyTqSlrEFaw/s1600-h/retrogum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232509793630951282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZP98eQB6CH2-CxNoQzXrXYxJ1UmT6beq9YgYucQFENld73Z-KhXJevYJ2VdUbxEb_p87dFjGbYaORJALLl8Chi47Vjo3x4kMgQW0I8cX7DKwcw86y1zyHrB8UiXmtDV7FFyTqSlrEFaw/s320/retrogum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.blogfortheloveofpete.com/">Karen</a> decided I was not blogging enough and that she needed to know something new about me...not sure I will be obliging on that last part...but I have been tagged...here are the rules...<br /><br />1. Link to the person who tagged you. (See above.)<br />2. Mention the rules on your blog. (Here they are.)<br />3. Tell about six unspectacular quirks of yours.<br />4. Tag six fellow bloggers by linking them. (Yeah, so I probably won't do this part)<br />5. Leave a comment on each of the six blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged. (Again, with the if you want to play feel free)<br /><br />On with the show...</div><br /><div align="justify">Drama's Quirks<br /><br />I am an organized person underneath my mounds of clutter...this makes my mother in law laugh as well...my grandmother in law asked for wrapping paper one day which I brought out in a pretty container with everything organized neatly inside...MIL had to explain that I am actually super organized...you just have to squint a bit to see it clearly!!<br /><br />I am OCD about my calender...it is a dry erase one on which every person in my house has a color, for whole family events we just use black...by the third of every month it must be taken down and redone otherwise I start to have panic attacks...I love nothing more than seeing a calender with next to nothing on it...unfortunately in my house that doesn't happen often!<br /><br />Whenever I am mad at the small people running around my house I send them to their rooms to clean, if rooms are clean their bathroom is my next choice...it doesn't matter what the crime, but I am a yeller and sometimes to stop from yelling I need them to disappear for a while...somehow, even though they get in trouble ALOT, their rooms are still almost never clean...effective parenting...aw, yes...<br /><br />If there is less than a hundred pages in a book I must finish it...this is not up for debate...too bad that people in my house might be hungry, we have somewhere to be, it is time for our favorite show...I am reading!<br /><br />I will make an entire pot of coffee to only drink one or two cups...and I am not talking the cheap stuff...hubby bought me the plan where Barnie's sends me fresh beans every month...I am the only person that drinks coffee in my house but it just tastes better with a full pot...I am sure that is purely psychological however it works for me! And I am sure hubby would like me to add..I then only drink half cups of coffee and leave the cup in various places around the house...he thinks strategically placed to annoy him...he HATES coffee...really I am just lazy and once the coffee gets cold it just sits!!!<br /><br />"I am a gum chewer mainly"...if I have left my house I have put a piece of gum in my mouth, simple as that...it is obnoxious and I can still hear my stepfather yelling at me to stop chewing like a cow...but I can't help it...and when I am at the store I with hunt out new flavors...on a normal trip to the store I buy at least two, maybe three packs...it is so bad hubby actually buys me gum for Christmas!! Yes...he is my enabler!! I had a friend growing up and her mom was always chewing gum and was always willing to share...she was so COOL...so see maybe I will be the COOL mom!!!!<br /><br />So now you know a bit more about lil ol me...I am sure there are a hundred more but those, my friends, are ones I am willing to share!!! If anyone would like to play along feel free...you know you are all really freaks inside you just have to admit it!!!<br /></div>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-80444068134199993012008-08-08T10:45:00.000-04:002008-08-08T10:46:18.397-04:00Now for something a bit more mellow...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHF2qQjnkI0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHF2qQjnkI0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-26558129898111989922008-08-08T10:05:00.001-04:002008-08-08T10:06:23.279-04:00Let the nostalgia continue....Okay I am offically stuck in 1995...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUf6i7iva0s&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUf6i7iva0s&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240004944363570364.post-52467027114232336452008-08-05T09:46:00.001-04:002008-08-05T09:46:56.335-04:00And just cause...I loved this song!!!!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icr0eW1fRSs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icr0eW1fRSs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Dramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12054340421686610272noreply@blogger.com0