.

Josh leaves Afghanistan today. For good.



i'm happy happy happy and happy because he won't be in such a horrible place any more, he'll be in the good old u.s.

post 3 zomg?

Josh told me to make a list of all the things I want to do in this life, so he can help them all happen.

Problem is, I can't think of anything. I have some ideas. But I can't think of anything that I am passionate about doing before I die.

So I think you readers (the very few who frequent my blog... you know who you are, you know I know who you are. Yes that is a threat) should write up a list of your own. Not only because I'm curious as to what you want to do in this life, but also to help inspire me. And also because I'm threatening. RAWR!

I'm obsessed

I've watched it at least 20 times today and I can't stop.


Single ladies (put a ring on it)

one wish

I wish pain wasn't such a casual companion to love.

he's competitive? to say the least.

We spent one night eating at one of my new favorite restaurants, Simply Sushi (it's all you can eat-and it's fabulous). Josh (already too full to button his pants) challenged Tim (who also ate 7 lbs in sushi) to eat a half of a pizza. Seriously? Seriously. I just feel bad for poor Timmy who spent most of the time suffering while josh taunted him.
Do Cassie and I look impressed? We are not impressed. In fact, we were quite bored. As silly as these boys are, gluttony has never been my favorite sport to watch.



















Later that night we went to visit my brother Allen and sister-in-law Maria, who just had a new baby. Josh was so happy to be home when he was born. Everyone, meet Ethan Allen Anderson. The picture on the left is Josh and I and new baby. The one on the right is of the proud new parents and Maria's mother. Can you believe how good Maria looks? It's cause she's mexican... or el salvadoran... tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to

I guess we'll start with my birthday

We went to Quantum of Solace (a huge sacrifice for him)

And then the Melting Pot.

It was the best birthday I've ever had. I'm not just saying that because I was finally with my husband after 7 months of separation.

Being with him makes all my worries so trivial.

He's my family.

1 week down

And I still can't bring myself to blog about our time together. Soon, I promise.

hey guys

It's been a wonderful 16 days, but unfortunately my honey left me this morning to go back to assrackistan. I will post pictures and stories as soon as I am done sleeping off the sad.

hmmm

I'm all for bashing other religions ignorantly. But this is not just ignorance, this is a complete lie.
Some one's myspace bulletin:

***This is something to think about: Since America is typically represented by an eagle.

Saddam should have read up on his Muslim passages ...

The following verse is from the Koran, (the Islamic Bible)
Koran ( 9:11 ) - For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle.
The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced; for the wrath of th e Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; ***

And there was peace.

(Note the verse number!) Hmmmmmmm?!

Well guys, this is actually chapter 9 verse 11 in the Koran:

But if they repent and keep up prayer and pay the poor-rate, they are your brethren in faith; and We make the communications clear for a people who know.

quite a difference, don't you agree? In fact the word "eagle" isn't even in the Koran.
the phrase "Son of Arabia" isn't in there.
"Awaken" = 0
"Fearsome" = 0
"trembled" = 0
"rejoiced" = 2 times (none similar to this so called koran scripture)
Only 1 entry has the word "cleansed" in it, and I kind of like it so I'm going to share:

[Chapter 2 verse 222] And they ask you about menstruation. Say: It is a discomfort; therefore keep aloof from the women during the menstrual discharge and do not go near them until they have become clean; then when they have cleansed themselves, go in to them as Allah has commanded you; surely Allah loves those who turn much (to Him), and He loves those who purify themselves.

Ironically, wrath (12 times) and despair (15 times) are the only keywords in that fake entry that I can find consistently in there.

If you're going to spread lies about another religion, at least lie about things that aren't so easy to disprove. Dummies.

vent

Josh is supposed to be here by now and he is still stuck in Kuwait. I should know when he will be home within 12 hours, but thats what he said three days ago. This is getting very frustrating.

also, lets say that someone hypothetically wronged me. Let's say its hypothetically taken me a lot of forgiveness to get past what the person hypothetically did. Now let's say that person wants to be friends. I can forgive them, but want nothing to do with them ever again, right?

the world's most epic fail.

Was the day Candice left. It's been three years and I still expect her to show up at my door, call me a hermit and drag me into sunlight. I'm sorry I was so reclusive through out most of our friendship and I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend to you. And thank you for getting me out of my Everquest (the game you so loathed and for good reason) den when no one else would try.

my favorite love story

"by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

almost here

MySpace Countdowns

the change that we change to the change we hold dear

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTDmGt1Pafw

how she move

whats really going on?

update

I drove by where that assault had happened. The sidewalk was painted in blood. I hope the guy is okay.

Trench Coats OR Scumbags OR The Scariest Thing I've Seen During Halloween Season to Date.

As a last and desperate attempt to put off doing homework I decided to go to the gym. I had a wonderful work out, by the way. I was more motivated than I have been in a long while. Possibly because I had to justify whatever reasons I was not studying.
I was on my way home when I saw this.
A car with one blinking headlight. No, not one blinking turn signal, one blinking headlight. After waking up a little I realized the head light was not blinking, but there were people in front of it. They must be changing a flat tire. Sucks for them.
But when I got closer I saw what these people were actually doing.
They were swinging at something.
They were holding large blunt objects and swinging at something towards the ground.
I got closer and started going a little slower. I'm sure you can imagine how my heart started racing, my foot got a little heavier on the gas pedal, and any amount of fatigue that I was feeling before quickly disappeared when I realized they were swinging a pipe at a person on the ground.
I still can't believe it. These horrible, horrible sociopaths were beating someone.
They saw me. They looked right at my inconspicuous bright orange car shaped like a jelly bean with half the bumper missing. I wasn't too far from home either. They were less than 100 yards away from the entrance of my neighborhood.
After racing out of there at about 60 mph in a 35 mph zone I pulled into the next brightly lit gas station. Which was much further than I was to my house. But they were right outside my neighborhood. They saw my car, and if they drove by my house they would have easily been able to pick it out.
Maybe I was just being paranoid. But I know if I were a low-life scumbag like that, there would be no witnesses...
So after stopping my car and ducking down I called 911 like any good citizen would.
I was bawling.
I mean, I shouldn't have been. I had only seen something bad happening. It wasn't so bad. Well it was for whoever it was happening to, and I wasn't a part of it or a victim of it. And for going into the medical field this should be an occurrence that would prompt me to run to the victim and say "everybody back - I know first aid" rather than run the other way. Wait, never mind. No matter how much emergency training I receive, I will never, ever ever ever, run into a group of dangerous men (well, I would like to say these people were boys, real men would never do such a thing) wearing black trench coats and using oblong objects as weapons.
So after hearing a very lovely, calm voice say "911, what's your emergency?" I blurted out what happened in about .2 of a second. She had to ask me to repeat what I said two times.
After talking to the dispatcher and explaining what happened, I sat in my car for about 15 seconds.
Curiosity is my biggest downfall and I have no doubt it will get me killed someday, but I had to see if these less-than-human people were caught. I started my car, drove around my block so I would approach them from the same direction I was going before. My logic was that they had seen my car before, if they saw me coming again from the opposite way I would look suspicious. By the time I got around the block there were 4 police cars and an ambulance there. The car with the blinking headlight was there also and there were 4 people that the police had apprehended. Also with them was a blond girl, probably about my age, sitting on the curb and staring at the ground with a hardened look on her face.
At least the police were there. Maybe I was seeing things. I definitely saw them swinging large, heavy objects at something on the ground. But one thing I learned in Psych 1010 is that the brain hates inconsistencies and will fill in the blanks with what it wants to think. No, they were positively swinging at a body. Maybe it was a mannequin? I don't know why I doubt what I saw, other than I cannot believe anyone would be inhuman enough to do something so violent.
But this leaves me to my curious nature. I wonder what actually happened. Were they actually beating someone? What did the victim do that made the perpetrators think it was okay to physically hurt another human being? How hurt was he? Would there be enough evidence to lock these guys away? How can people do such horrible things? Were they abused as children? Did their daddies leave when they were babies? Did their moms do meth when they were pregnant with them? I can't find any news articles about this so it must not have been as bad as I thought. It was still scary, nonetheless.

snobbish

Some of you may know, some of you may not know, that I am a journalistic snob. Journalism was my first choice as a career, and I developed a love for documenting the truth after studying my great uncle Jack Anderson (seriously, read about him, you'll be impressed) since I was a youngin'. He felt it was important to report the truth no matter what the political affiliation of the person in question.
Bottom line: The amount of bias I have seen in recent journalism has made me sick.
Someone forwarded this rant by Orson Scott Card to me and it sums up my feelings towards the coverage this election has received almost perfectly.



By Orson Scott Card October 5, 2008

Would the Last Honest Reporter Please Turn On the Lights?

An open letter to the local daily paper -- almost every local daily paper in America:

I remember reading All the President's Men and thinking: That's journalism. You do what it takes to get the truth and you lay it before the public, because the public has a right to know.

This housing crisis didn't come out of nowhere. It was not a vague emanation of the evil Bush administration.

It was a direct result of the political decision, back in the late 1990s, to loosen the rules of lending so that home loans would be more accessible to poor people. Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were authorized to approve risky loans.

What is a risky loan? It's a loan that the recipient is likely not to be able to repay.

The goal of this rule change was to help the poor -- which especially would help members of minority groups. But how does it help these people to give them a loan that they can't repay? They get into a house, yes, but when they can't make the payments, they lose the house -- along with their credit rating.

They end up worse off than before.

This was completely foreseeable and in fact many people did foresee it. One political party, in Congress and in the executive branch, tried repeatedly to tighten up the rules. The other party blocked every such attempt and tried to loosen them.

Furthermore, Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae were making political contributions to the very members of Congress who were allowing them to make irresponsible loans. (Though why quasi-federal agencies were allowed to do so baffles me. It's as if the Pentagon were allowed to contribute to the political campaigns of Congressmen who support increasing their budget.)

Isn't there a story here? Doesn't journalism require that you who produce our daily paper tell the truth about who brought us to a position where the only way to keep confidence in our economy was a $700 billion bailout? Aren't you supposed to follow the money and see which politicians were benefiting personally from the deregulation of mortgage lending?

I have no doubt that if these facts had pointed to the Republican Party or to John McCain as the guilty parties, you would be treating it as a vast scandal. "Housing-gate," no doubt. Or "Fannie-gate."

Instead, it was Senator Christopher Dodd and Congressman Barney Frank, both Democrats, who denied that there were any problems, who refused Bush administration requests to set up a regulatory agency to watch over Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, and who were still pushing for these agencies to go even further in promoting sub prime mortgage loans almost up to the minute they failed.

As Thomas Sowell points out in a TownHall.com essay entitled Do Facts Matter? "Alan Greenspan warned them four years ago. So did the Chairman of the Council of Economic Advisers to the President. So did Bush's Secretary of the Treasury."

These are facts. This financial crisis was completely preventable. The party that blocked any attempt to prevent it was ... the Democratic Party. The party that tried to prevent it was ... the Republican Party.

Yet when Nancy Pelosi accused the Bush administration and Republican deregulation of causing the crisis, you in the press did not hold her to account for her lie. Instead, you criticized Republicans who took offense at this lie and refused to vote for the bailout!

What? It's not the liar, but the victims of the lie who are to blame?

Now let's follow the money ... right to the presidential candidate who is the number-two recipient of campaign contributions from Fannie Mae.

And after Freddie Raines, the CEO of Fannie Mae who made $90 million while running it into the ground, was fired for his incompetence, one presidential candidate's campaign actually consulted him for advice on housing.

If that presidential candidate had been John McCain, you would have called it a major scandal and we would be getting stories in your paper every day about how incompetent and corrupt he was.

But instead, that candidate was Barack Obama, and so you have buried this story, and when the McCain campaign dared to call Raines an "adviser" to the Obama campaign -- because that campaign had sought his advice -- you actually let Obama's people get away with accusing McCain of lying, merely because Raines wasn't listed as an official adviser to the Obama campaign.

You would never tolerate such weaselly nit-picking from a Republican.

If you who produce our local daily paper actually had any principles, you would be pounding this story, because the prosperity of all Americans was put at risk by the foolish, short-sighted, politically selfish, and possibly corrupt actions of leading Democrats, including Obama.

If you who produce our local daily paper had any personal honor, you would find it unbearable to let the American people believe that somehow Republicans were to blame for this crisis.

There are precedents. Even though President Bush and his administration never said that Iraq sponsored or was linked to 9/11, you could not stand the fact that Americans had that misapprehension -- so you pounded us with the fact that there was no such link. (Along the way, you created the false impression that Bush had lied to them and said that there was a connection.)

If you had any principles, then surely right now, when the American people are set to blame President Bush and John McCain for a crisis they tried to prevent, and are actually shifting to approve of Barack Obama because of a crisis he helped cause, you would be laboring at least as hard to correct that false impression.

Your job, as journalists, is to tell the truth. That's what you claim you do, when you accept people's money to buy or subscribe to your paper.

But right now, you are consenting to or actively promoting a big fat lie -- that the housing crisis should somehow be blamed on Bush, McCain, and the Republicans. You have trained the American people to blame everything bad -- even bad weather -- on Bush, and they are responding as you have taught them to.

If you had any personal honor, each reporter and editor would be insisting on telling the truth -- even if it hurts the election chances of your favorite candidate.

Because that's what honorable people do. Honest people tell the truth even when they don't like the probable consequences. That's what honesty means. That's how trust is earned.

Barack Obama is just another politician, and not a very wise one. He has revealed his ignorance and naivete time after time -- and you have swept it under the rug, treated it as nothing.

Meanwhile, you have participated in the borking of Sarah Palin, reporting savage attacks on her for the pregnancy of her unmarried daughter -- while you ignored the story of John Edwards's own adultery for many months.

So I ask you now: Do you have any standards at all? Do you even know what honesty means?

Is getting people to vote for Barack Obama so important that you will throw away everything that journalism is supposed to stand for?

You might want to remember the way the National Organization of Women threw away their integrity by supporting Bill Clinton despite his well-known pattern of sexual exploitation of powerless women. Who listens to NOW anymore? We know they stand for nothing; they have no principles.

That's where you are right now.

It's not too late. You know that if the situation were reversed, and the truth would damage McCain and help Obama, you would be moving heaven and earth to get the true story out there.

If you want to redeem your honor, you will swallow hard and make a list of all the stories you would print if it were McCain who had been getting money from Fannie Mae, McCain whose campaign had consulted with its discredited former CEO, McCain who had voted against tightening its lending practices.

Then you will print them, even though every one of those true stories will point the finger of blame at the reckless Democratic Party, which put our nation's prosperity at risk so they could feel good about helping the poor, and lay a fair share of the blame at Obama's door.

You will also tell the truth about John McCain: that he tried, as a Senator, to do what it took to prevent this crisis. You will tell the truth about President Bush: that his administration tried more than once to get Congress to regulate lending in a responsible way.

This was a Congress-caused crisis, beginning during the Clinton administration, with Democrats leading the way into the crisis and blocking every effort to get out of it in a timely fashion.

If you at our local daily newspaper continue to let Americans believe --and vote as if -- President Bush and the Republicans caused the crisis, then you are joining in that lie.

If you do not tell the truth about the Democrats -- including Barack Obama -- and do so with the same energy you would use if the miscreants were Republicans -- then you are not journalists by any standard.

You're just the public relations machine of the Democratic Party, and it's time you were all fired and real journalists brought in, so that we can actually have a daily newspaper in our city.

I don't care about your political affiliation.

In fact I think I would prefer you kept it to yourself.

N NOW FER SUM KOMIK RELEEFZ

I spent 5 minutes trying to think of a title, nuts to that, I'm done thinking!

it has been 1 month since I've posted.
I'm so sorry, my loyal reader(s).
I will post something big soon.
But right now, all you need to know is I have 1 month until Josh comes home to me.
I'm so happy.

I am sappy.

I was only kind of tagged... Heheh but I'm bored so here we go...

1. Where did you meet? Claire's entry way! It was a date steven made me go on. and it was love at first sight... for me, at least. He ruined me for other men. That was December 26th, 2005. We didn't start dating until much later.

2. How long did you date before you were married? 8 months til we were engaged... 9 months til married.

3. How long have you been married? 1 year and 3 months and 9 days.

4. What does he do that surprises you? he loves me... when I thought I was inherently unlovable. And he wrote me a song. That was surprising. Oh and he surprised me with vacations to Hawaii and Europe...

5. What is your favorite feature of his? His eyes! They're so pretty... brown on the inside and green on the outside... the first time we made eye contact I think i went into shock.

6. What is your favorite quality of his? His work ethic. so romantic, I know.

7. Does he have a Nickname for you? Lover bunny baby butt.

8. What is his favorite color? green or something. he won't be specific with me. "just green, i guess" he says.

9. What is his Favorite food? pasta. maybe chicken alfredo.

10. What is his favorite sport?Soccer

11. When and where was your first kiss? In his apartment on Oct 12th, 2006. let me also add that he tried to kiss me on our first and second dates, but me, being the lady that I am, shut him down. I just don't put out on first dates.

12. Favorite thing to do as a couple? snuggle. maybe snuggle while watching movies. But just snuggling is our favorite.

13. Do you have any Children? Not yet, and probably no human babies til I get my degree... about 3 years or so. But when he gets back... Rottweilers!

14. Does he have a hidden talent? He can sing, he can dance. ok maybe he can't. He's very talented, all around, but none of his talents are secret.

15. How old is he? 26

16. Who said I love you first? He did... of course. Ladies never say it first!

17. What is his favorite type of music? i dunno. whatever. rock/alternative/easy listening/miley cyrus.

18. What do you admire most about him? Everything that composes the perfection that he is. I love his work ethic. I'm so lucky to have someone not lazy. I love how he never complains that I squish him to one side of the bed.

19. Do you think he will read this? If I show it to him. I wont.

I will tag everyone. That's right, everyone who reads this has to repost this.

enlightenment

on sunday I was trying to (unsuccessfully) install World of Warcraft on my aunt's computer. After my third time installing then uninstalling, I thought "wow, this really sucks. can life get much worse?"
And then I realized, yes, it could be worse. I could live in Africa and instead of having a computer i could have aids.

zomgosh guys

So I'm in the middle of dying my hair. Right? And I use headphones instead of speakers because I don't want to disturb my grandparents with music/josh talking/wow noise. Right? So I go to put my headphones on and of course I can't get them directly on my ears. Just on the layers of foil on my ears. I turn on some music and GUESS WHAT?! The sound is so much more audible! It's amazing! Who would have thunk it?

wewt

I never really update this, do I? I add dumb little entries here and there, but I hardly ever update you people. Well I suppose I'll take the time to do that now.



Josh is being moved from Bagram to Kandahar. I'm a little scared because it's a much smaller place, but it's only for three weeks and I know he'll be safe. Regardless, keep him in your prayers.



I started school two weeks ago and I end work tomorrow, only to start CNA school for two weeks on monday. I know it's only two weeks. I know I don't have a lot of stress. In fact I would like to brag for a second and remind you that I stress out less than most. especially Josh. Let me draw a diagram for you to examine our stress levels with a medium intensity stress-stimulus.



Stress-O-Meter

-----

Josh

Low ---------I- High

Mandee

Low -I--------- High



Ok ok. I may be exaggerating a little and it might be that I'm a little bit peeved that he got frustrated with me because I'm a horrible rogue and I'm the reason our 2v2 team has a disgustingly low rating. (didn't understand that? don't worry)



But back to the main subject: School. With SLCC school and CNA school i will be going to school next week from 7:30am until 10pm at night. Too much school in this paragraph. Lets hope I am not one to be easily burned out.



One last note:

congratulations Bonnie on catching a really good one. She got married last night and (from what I hear) the reception was beautiful. I got there just in time to snap a photo of her as she was leaving. And while I'm very happy for her I am a little sad that she is all growed up.

pretty bonnie just as she leaves to start a new life without me :(

AND they're going to Aruba. Jealous day.

words to live by

"We don't want you to buy in to the idea that anyone is so airheaded that they are "tricked" into making major life decisions. Buy instead into the idea that everyone, airheads included, are RESPONSIBLE for their own choices." -Auntie Dote

7 things i hate about him

Do you actually think that I could write 7 things I hate about him? No. I can't even think of one at the moment. Maybe that's what separation does to you, because I know I had plenty of complaints before he left. I just can't think of any now(I kid, i kid).
I was listening to Miley Cyrus' "7 Things" and it made me want to make another "Ode to my Josh" so here goes:

1. He wrote me a song, recorded it and emailed it to me (no, you cannot hear it unless you get permission from Josh. Good luck with that.)


2. He calls me twice a day, every day. He might not do it if I didn't make him, but he knows it makes me happy to hear from him when i wake up and when I go to bed, so he does it anyway.


3. I cannot stress how much I love how fiscally responsible he is. Since I was young I had nightmares of marrying someone only to learn they live from paycheck to paycheck and can't save a dime. He took me to Europe and Hawaii and bought me a huge diamond and a car in the same year. Bonus love for him: He only gets a little bit mad when I blow his money on useless things. I try not to, but sometimes I get carried away.


4. He's not as shallow as he seems(I know you all think it :p) He never complained when I went out in public with him in my baggy sweats and a t-shirt with no make up and he doesn't mind our entertainment center made out of cardboard boxes.


5. He does whatever he can to make me happy. I love him to the maximum amount but somehow he loves me just a little bit more than that.


6. He makes really good food. His bacon pineapple pasta is one of the best dishes ever. I don't ask for it much though because when he makes it I become gluttonous.


7. He makes me smile every day, even while being on the other side of the world.

3 letter word for happiness? Nom.

'ello ello. I just thought I would update quickly by telling you that I have merely 90 days until josh is on his way to love me for two weeks straight.

Deployment: more than half way over. After that, no more army and no more separation.

One downside: his leave is during the finals of the hardest semester I have ever taken.
Upside to counter downside: he will also be here during thanksgiving break.


I love my snuggle butt.

The Force

Do any of you try to use the force to make things come to you, push people in wheelchairs, or move curtains?
Is it wrong to try? Is it wrong to even wish?

Do you guys know where I could get some good binoculars?

That dress cost more than my car

I was able to attend one of the preliminary nights of Miss Utah this year. And this, ladies an gentlemen, was the winner of best evening gown:


I mean, sure she's skinny and pretty and walks well. But shouldn't like, half her points be deducted for wearing chocolate mousse on tinfoil? I didn't realize culinary clothing was allowed.

Jill Stevens, Miss Utah 2007, and I

I did get to shmooz with some big names that night. This is Jill Stevens (some of you may recognize her from all the national guard magazines - she was their poster girl for the year) and I am on the right wearing the tiara. Haha psych I'm the less shiny one on the left.

The Dark Knight: and in depth review

OH MY GOSH! IT WAS SO GOOD! YOU HAVE TO GO SEE IT! I WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN AND AGAIN!

personal revelation

I just wrote Josh a huge letter on how important it is to keep a journal and I'm not even keeping one.
So I guess my personal revelation is: I'm a hypocrite.
And to those who don't keep a journal, go read this:

http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=024644f8f206c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&locale=0&sourceId=f5f3ba9ff599b010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&hideNav=1

Duke has been found

He crawled under our grape vine and died. We found out when the smell started wafting towards the house. I was so surprised. He acted like a puppy still so I forgot he was 12+ years old. I'll miss you Dukey boy

BTW?

Babysitting A.J. is as easy as it gets.

p.s.

I found something on a personal page of someone I respect insanely. It was about an anonymous girl she looks up to. I'm going to pretend it's me.

Duke?

Our dog is missing. He is a black lab and answers to Duke and should have tags so why hasn't he been returned yet?

I'm sad

still a little stunned

How do you comfort someones brother without making it more painful? I want to say just the right thing but every word I think of and write is quickly deleted. maybe silence is best?

Decker boy

He made every day better for everyone he could, but I guess his job was done. It's a huge loss. Keep the family in your prayers, please.


http://www.craig-decker.com

http://www.youtube.com/user/captaindanger384

http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=3711831

4th of july

I had to work until the fireworks were over so I just headed to my parents afterwards.
Indy had surgery on his eye. He's knocking everything over and is a lot of fun to tease right now.



Look who was waiting for me and still awake! I had an XL Dr.Pepper with me. I know I know, just about the worst thing you can give to a baby. But he gives me puppy dog eyes... and then I have to give it to him.


This is where he pretended like he was going to give me some, and then took it away right as I went for it (not like I would drink it anyway after all that baby slobber)


Once he had it, he would not let us take it away


and this is where the caffeine started to kick in


Once the drink was finished, had the choices of rinsing him off or getting sticky so I took him for a quick sink-bath. I think he is happiest when he is in a puddle of water.


then I took him back outside again for some more fun. Mcdonalds xl soda cup as hat fun:


I love his mischevious grin


Can you resist these big brown eyes?


I sure can't.

because i have to

I am only doing this because of peer pressure.

Three Joys:
1. Joshua my lover bear
2. Family n'church n'stuff
3. Plotting revenge

Three Fears:
1. Josh disappearing
2. Octupusses. Octupi?
3. drowning because joey is on my back and he flips out and pushes me underwater so he can get higher. Next time I'm throwing him in the deep end.

Three Current goals:
1. Get to November somehow. It's taking too long.
2. Get my CNA
3. Finish school so we can use my work money to vacation all over the world.

Three current obsessions/collections/preoccupations:
1. Icanhascheezburger.com
2. writing mushy love letters.
3. planning future vacations.

Three random surprising facts about me:
1. I spend most of my time wasting it (wait, not surprising)
2. every day is torture. soo emo! no but really. life without him is horrible compared to life with him. It's not bad, it's just horrible in comparison.
3. I live vicariously through my skinny, talented, beautiful little sister.

I'm not tagging anyone because I don't want to keep this vicious cycle going.

and suddenly spaghettios don't taste so good.

I think I'm growing up

I stole this from Cassie

Here are the rules: You have to answer the questions with a Google image search. NO using your own pictures. Even on the picture of you. You can't use any words to describe anything either. Let's see what happens.

Favorite Color:

Favorite Animal:

Bad Habit:

Favorite Food:

Favorite Place to Live:

Biggest Fear

My Job:

Favorite Author:

Favorite Treat:
Favorite Place:

Favorite Hobby:

Me:

as some of you may know

I am a big nerd. HUGE nerd. MMO-nerd. I'm not trying to hide the fact anymore. Something very nerdy but also very entertaining that I would like to share: lolcatz

They always make my day so much better

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