Half Nekkid Thursday - #14

It's Thursday again. If you don't know what that means, click the link above and visit Osbasso to find out.

I shot some crazy ass pictures this week, but because I'm a big fricken' chicken your not going to see them here today. Ha! As liberating as this whole experience has been I'm still kinda shy. No, really, I am. Maybe I'll get over my shyness by next Thursday. We'll see. For now we have another two for one...because two pair beats a pair

#14 in my Half-Nekkid journey - Restless...

Way Back Wednesday - the 80's

It's Hump Day! And time to play the game where The Kept Woman asks us to post embarrassing pictures of ourselves online for all the world to see. This weeks theme is:

TX Mom also came up with this theme...pull out the parachute pants, whip out the White Rain and show us how unkind the 80s were to you

Okay then. This is pretty embarrassing. I give you the feathered stiff hair of 1984. I think I did use White Rain from time to time but for the most part it was Aqua Net all they way. And only the feathered sides were sprayed...so when the wind blew...well you know what happened...wings. I didn't normally dress this way. My mom made me wear the Victorian looking white blouse for my pictures because she was really into Victorian looking white blouses.



This one is 87 or 88...can't remember. Now we have the permed do (all except the top... which was kinda feathered...but not really) I think I had the sides back in combs here. I was stylin' with my famous leather jacket, black turtle neck and white poofy skirt. Purdy!



And lastly, we have 1988. In this one you get the full blown out sides version. As if having a perm wasn't bad enough...we had to create even more fullness by blowing the hair out with a hairdryer and spraying it with aqua net at the same time. The bigger the better. The outfit was for work. I didn't normally go around wearing bow ties but I have to admit I really liked this one with my poofy sleeved white blouse. Those black pants were a size 1 by the way. A SIZE ONE, I say! Right now I'd settle for being a one digit size.



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I love this kid...

He is my world...
my life
my gift
my greatest accomplishment
my shadow
my funny man
my tormenter
my little helper
my big boy
my tantrum thrower
my tiny dancer
my cuddly monkey
my child
and
my teacher.

Another one bites the dust...

And another week comes to a close. Sometimes it seems like we start each week out just praying for it to end. Just wishing our lives away...

Some random shit for this Friday:

I have drugs! Went to my doctor today and got something for my back which has been in rough shape all week. I'm thinking it's a combination of the gym and stress. My muscles are in knots from my lower back all the way up either side of my spine...and it's been popping (?) for lack of a better word. It doesn't hurt when it pops, just feels a little funky...almost like it's going numb. So there's that. The drugs have made me pretty much oblivious to the back pain, however, it is still there. Also got some anti psychotic...I mean... anxiety meds. Long overdue.

I'm in love with Chris Daughtry. I know, I know. He's younger than I am, he's married, he has a kid. I don't care about that. I just want to hear him sing for the rest of my life. And look at his smile... he's got a great smile...and his eyes...he's got great eyes...and his bald head...he's got a great bald head...okay I'll stop.

So yesterday, I almost hit a peacock. When your driving down the road and peacock runs in front of your car, I think it's time move to the city.

I have moving fever. I've never lived anywhere longer than 6 years. That was the home I lived in from 7th to 12th grade. A place that I'll probably always consider home, even if I never see it again. Since the age of 19 I have moved 13 times, staying in one place no longer than 3 years. (incidentally..never working longer than 3 years anywhere either). I think 3 years has become my limit. That's when I start to get the itch, and feel like moving on. I know some people say they hate to move. Hate packing, hate the actual moving itself, hate going somewhere new where they know no one. Not me. I LOVE it. I get high off it. It's exciting. Always a chance to start over. To reinvent your life...yourself. We've been in this house for three years now, and although a part of me does like the idea of being settled, I still can't seem to smother the part that wants to sell everything and move across the country again.

I've become addicted to myspace.com...second only to my blog addiction. As if it wasn't bad enough I have to jump on here daily to read intimate details of my blogger peeps lives...NOW I also have to log into myspace 50 times a day (okay slight exaggeration) to check my messages. There is no more email. All communication with friends is now done through myspace. Maybe I should go back to the doctors to get a pill for that. OR...maybe someone could just smack me upside my head a few times, just to remind me that I am not a teenager, but a 34 year old woman.

And lastly, my child ate meat tonight. This is a very big deal. He has refused meat every since we stopped the baby food. I kind of snuck it in his grilled cheese a little, but still...he ate it! He's also learned how to say Yee-Haw! Is that a good thing??

Half Nekkid Thursday - #13

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I'm late again, today. Not my fault. We had a date with a handsome 15 month old this morning that took priority. Then, on the way home we almost hit a peacock. That's right...a PEACOCK....just taking his sweet ass time crossing the road. So...because I'm already late and have been flustered by a peacock this is all you get you today.

#13 in my Half-Nekkid journey is - The back of my friggen' neck...



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WBW - 70's Style

Okay...diving back in here. I'm late, but it's Wednesday and I gotta play the game where The Kept Woman asks us to post embarrassing pictures of ourselves online for all the world to see. This weeks theme is:

That 70s Style...TX Mom came up with this doozie...find the picture that most represents 70s styles (patterns, clothing styles, hair, etc.)...even if it was only you dressing up for a theme party...

This first one, I just love!! Not too much fashion style, although you can see a funky purse and bag...and of course my poofy butt outfit. What I love is the wooden playpen. Who in their right mind brings a wooden playpen to the beach??? Mom's of the 70's apparently. What choice did they have, right? I think in todays day and age we'd probably say the hell with going to the beach, rather than go through the work of lugging a heavy wooden object through the sand. Yup..we are spoiled and lazy!



Most of the other pictures I have, showed the typical bell bottom, platform shoes which have all pretty much come back. This one shows some fashion choices I hope and pray never see the light of day again. The full length evening gown...or at least I think that's what they are wearing. That's me with my grandmother (grabbing her boob)...and the rest of the gang...most of whom I don't know. As you can see the footed sleeper is never out of style.



And this one gives you a little glimse of the ever popular canary yellow/olive green combo that was in everyone's home from the Brady's to the Partridge's. That's me in front with my cousin M on my right and my cousin's K and D in the back right. (don't know who the other two kids are) I was stylin' as usual. I tell you, you can never go wrong with a little patchwork denim number!



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What I don't know can't hurt me...

...right?

So how do I stop myself from knowing...


If I listened long enough to you
I’d find a way to believe that it’s all true
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe

Someone like you makes it hard to live without
Somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never think about myself

If I gave you time to change my mind
I’d find a way just to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe

Happy Corned Beef and Cabbage Day!

...lots and lots of cabbage...and possibly some green beer.

You don't want to be anywhere near me tomorrow!

Happy Friday Bitches!

Half-Nekkid Thursday -- # 12

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#12 in my Half-Nekkid journey - I see you when I'm sleeping...

Two for the price of one today, only because I liked them together.






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Way Back Wednesday - Viva Las Vegas

It's time, once again, for Way Back Wednesday. The game where The Kept Woman asks us to post embarrassing pictures of ourselves online for all the world to see. This weeks theme is:

Spring Break, man!!!!!!!! Alright...this may not be as "way back" for some of you (loss of bonus points if you mention how un-way back it was for you, youngster), but let's see some good old-fashioned American drunken fun spring break style...

I had to get creative again this week. It's not that I enjoy breaking the rules. I just never went to college in the traditional sense, so therefore missed out on fun things like Spring Break. I pretty much dove into my adult life at the age 19. With my eyes closed, I might add. BUT, at the age of 19 I also took my first trip to Vegas... which ended up becoming a yearly trip until I eventually moved there. So...I give you my drunken Vegas trip pictures. Not all that embarrassing unfortunately...

Drinkin' and Smokin' and smilin'. Yes, I'm wearing a sundress in pastel colors. Why? I don't know. I can't even believe my hair was ever that long or ever that light. And yes it's natural. (Please note that there is no more perm!!! Yay for the early 90's)



This one is my ex-friend L and me at the Orleans Casino showing off our AL glasses, after we drank whatever was in them. (I can't even remember)



Same trip, at one of the Strip Casinos. Me and Kong. I love monkeys, apes, chimps...and so on. I love them even more when I'm drunk.



And lastly, my cousin K and I at her parents house before we left for the Hard Rock. (Way before the Hard Rock Hotel ever existed)



And that's all I got for now. Did ya play?

Can't get my sleep on...

Mondays Confession:

I am officially a crazy person.

I CAN'T sleep. Well, I can, but not much. And I'm finding it very difficult to get into bed anytime before 2am. I think I've said this before...I LOVE to sleep. So, when I don't, something is very wrong, which I'll save for another day. Anyway, this lack of the sleep, had started to make me a walking zombie during the day. And, because I can't be a walking zombie, I did a very bad thing. I started using again. I think most of you know what I'm talking about. Starts with the letter C...ends in the letter E. Yup...Caffeine.

Okay, I know what you're thinking...big deal. Everyone needs their Java Jolt to get moving in the morning. Maybe so, but not everyone has a Nervous System like mine. Caffeine makes me a crazy person. I know this, and in fact, I quit several years ago, only splurging on an occasional special coffee or chocolate.

The first week of my relapse was fine, and I had so much more energy. I was buzzing around like a little bee. For most people that jolt seems to wear off sometime during the day. For me...it takes FOREVER. I started going to bed even later and getting even less sleep. From there, it's the jitters, or better yet the shakes. No, really. Like when I'm handing money to a store clerk or trying to punch in my pin number on a keypad. God only knows what people think. Then my skin starts to feel like it's crawling, I can't sit still, I don't want to be touched, or even talked to. From there my head usually feels like it's going to explode (possibly from my raised bloodpressure?), followed by muscle tension and teeth grinding ... and that pretty much covers it. Once I get to this point it's usually just a hop, skip and a jump into a full-blown anxiety attack. And there you have it folks...A CRAZY PERSON.

Caffeine is not my friend. Again, I know this, and yet, for some reason I thought it was something I might actually have control over. So now, I'm coming down... finally. My head doesn't feel as explosive anymore. I took a long, hot bath with lavender salts and bubbles, and now I'm going drink some Kava Tea in hopes of promoting "a state of relaxed unconcern". HA!

So, in a week and a half I've handed over my smokes, wine, and caffeine. WTF?? Is there no self-destructive activity that I can safely engage in??

Why the F**K Not...

The world is my oyster...



...I think I'm gonna eat it...

C'est Fini

I used to work 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week. I used to commute almost two hours each day. I used to listen to people bitch and moan and complain all day, while trying to solve their every problem with a smile on my face. I used to come home each day and make dinner. I also used to take care of the laundry, the cleaning of the house, the paying of the bills, and the dogs.

Now, I am a full-time mom, who works part-time from home, in whatever spare time she can muster. This job is harder. This job is the hardest job I've ever had... and I can't quit. I still get burnt out, but I can't quit. I still feel overworked and underpaid, but I can't quit. I still take care of all the other things in addition to my child's every need, and I still can't fucking quit.

Not that I want to. BUT... I would like a lunch break and two fifteen minute coffee breaks and possibly a two week paid vacation. That's all I'm saying...

This week started out rough on Monday, resulting in a little too much wine and a few hours missing from my memory. I'm not sure how it happened but I can say I am never drinking wine again. It just kicks the fucking shit out of me. Apparently I was still quite active during my missing hours and spent some of my blackness telling Jack's Daddy how much my life sucks and how everyone is bugging me and I just wish they would all leave me the fuck alone. Ooops. Now, I'm not sure exactly where I was coming from when I said this. If I could remember, then I might have a better idea. Yes siree. Too much wine is not a good thing. I won't even get into my other adventures. I think I'll save those for another day.

The rest of the week was spent recovering. I'm not even shitting you. I'm old now and I rarely drink. If I do, it's usually only a couple. Recovering from the world's worst hangover, with a toddler, who's latest obsession is to pull my hair out of my head or kick me in the ribs while I'm changing his diaper...has not been a fun experience. I know. I know. It's my own damn fault, but I prefer to blame in on the wine. Beer would not have done this too me. Kahlua would not have done this too me. But Wine...don't ever trust that bitch.

Anyway, I'm glad this week is over. I will be taking full advantage of Jack's Daddy being home this weekend, and plan to be away as often as possible. Well..away getting more stuff done that needs to be done...but away none the less.

I need a vacation. I need a vacation. I need a vacation.
(hoping that maybe if I tap my ruby slippers together it might work for me like it did D for OZ...)

4x4 Meme 4 Friday...

First, I have a question. It's almost Spring...really it is. So...already I'm thinking...it's almost Summer...which gets me thinking...time to go to the beach...which reminds me I'm as white as a ghost.

So, seeing how I no longer allow the nasty sun to damage and age my skin, I need a good self tanner. A GOOD ONE! I've used a few different ones in the past and honestly they all suck. Any suggestions??

Okay...Meme of Four because I have insomnia and I can.


4 Jobs I have had:

Cleaned Procedure/Operating Rooms (and then some) at Portsmouth Regional Hospital. You name it, I cleaned it up. From BM, to Blood, to Bile, to Bones.

Owned my own Cleaning Business for 3 years.

Worked for Station Casinos in Las Vegas, NV. First as an Agent, then VIP Agent, then Supervisor, and finally Wholesale Coordinator.

Most recently I worked in Member Services for a Local Credit Union, until I had my son and decided to retire (HA!)

Four movies I could watch over and over and have:

Anchor Man

The Wedding Singer

Napolean Dynomite

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Four Places I have lived:

Massachusetts

New Hampshire

Nevada

North Carolina


Four TV shows I watch:

American Idol

Lost

The Office

Desperate Housewives


Four places I have been on vacation:

Paris, France

Vegas

Jamaica

Camping in North Conway


Four websites I visit daily

Ebay

Myspace

Paypal

My Blog

Four Favorite foods:

Lobster

Crabcakes

Prime Rib

Chocolate


Four places I would rather be:

Jamaica

Vegas

In Bed

On a train


Four people I tag:

I'm not tagging anyone. No one listens to me anyway.

Half-Nekkid Thursday -- #11

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#11 in my Half-Nekkid journey - the aftermath...

I recently said I wouldn't ever post a pic of my offensive belly. However, I found a way to kind of hide the truth so I thought...why not? Of course.... I'll tell you the truth anyway, cuz...well...it's a sickness with me.



The truth: If you raise your arms up over your head and suck in it makes your belly look flatter. I'm sure you didn't know that. It also lessens the love handles lifts the belly button hoodie. Luckily most of my stretch marks are hiding down yonder but if you look REALLY close you might be able see a few peeking out at ya!

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Way back Wednesday - a hairy subject

I've taken a little leave of absence, but I'm back in time for Way Back Wednesday, brought to us by the ever fabulous Kept Woman. This weeks theme is:

You put what in your hair? Football Widow came up with this week's theme of bad hair accessories of the past (bows that could eat your head, satellite dish silver lame headbands, etc.)...boys, you know you thought you were all cool rockin' the sideways baseball cap and yes, that counts...

Okay. Better late than never, right? I never did get into the Bow thing and seeing how I have no pictures of the banana clip, here's what I've come up with. Braids, braids, braids. Here's me circa 1994 all Bo Dereked out. It took hours to have this done (yeah...I don't know why I didn't do the bangs either) and although they were fun (especially when you swing your head from side to side cuz they make that loud...uh...bead smacking together noise) , in hindsight they were a bad idea because...



this is what happens when you take them out. Pretty fuzzy huh? Damage. Lots of damage. It took months for my hair to even feel normal again. Live and learn.



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Half-Nekkid Thursday -- #10

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#10 in my Half-Nekkid journey - Waiting...

For what?? Guess.

Way Back Wednesday --- bu encore !

It's Wednesday! Which means... it's time for Way Back Wednesday, brought to us by the panty tag checking Kept Woman. I'm very excited to be getting my fix again after having last week off. And now that my photo's are all organized, all is right with the world. This weeks theme is:

"Breakin' the law...Breakin' the law..." Car accident? Stupid prank? Let's see your wilder days...get creative if you were smart enough to not capture your illegal activity on film...

Okay. I'm being as creative as possible under the circumstances. We all know drinking under the age of 21 is illegal in the U.S. It's a very bad thing, people. In this shot I was 15 and just a tad shitfaced. BUT..technically I really wasn't breaking any laws, because the photo was taken in Paris, where... my friends, there is no drinking age. :P

I was on a 14 day trip with my French Class. Our parents were asked to sign a permission slip of sorts, which allowed us to "have a glass of wine with dinner". WELL. That's not quite how it all went down. You see, we had one chaperone, our fabulous, somewhat naive, French teacher. We all sat at our own tables and ordered our own dinners, and often times paid our own bill. So...with each meal we'd order...
une bouteille de vin rouge et une bouteille de vin blanc. (a bottle of red...a bottle of white) Yeah, baby!



The history behind this photo: When we'd arrived at our restaurant it was raining so we all had our umbrellas with us. We ate, and drank, and laughed, and drank, and laughed...and drank a little more. When it came time to leave, my friend L and I were a little more than just buzzed. "Am I acting normal?", "yeah..yeah..totally normal." We get outside, put up our umbrellas and trail behind the rest of the group on our walk back to our hotel. About 4 blocks into the walk we hear... "Why are you guys under your umbrella's???" So much for acting normal.

It wasn't raining. We just walked 4 blocks huddled under our umbrellas and it wasn't even fucking raining. I think we both lost it at that point and she snapped this picture. (Betcha you thought I was gonna say I did the graffiti, huh?)

Good times. Good times.

And because I do want to stay healthy...my Beavis and Butthead quote for the day:

I AM CORNHOLIO!! I AM FROM LAKE TITICACA, NICARAGUA!!!
---Beavis and Butthead Do America

...and I still forgot to check my panties...shit!