Uncle Sam

This weekend we get to shop tax-free!!! There are limits.... we can't buy houses, cars, cigarettes, liquor, etc tax-free, but we can buy school supplies and what-nots!

This means the long weekend checkout lines will be even longer!

Brainy Brouhaha

We endured a marathon departmental meeting yesterday afternoon that featured laughter, tears, pathos, and the very real threat of physical violence as a heated verbal argument escalated and came extremely close to breaking out into geek fisticuffs. Yes, Phoenix, I borrowed the cat pic from you. :) And that was between the gals! JK. Svetlana and I just looked at each other bug-eyed. It’s just a good thing the parties involved were seated at opposite ends of the room. ("R" may be humongous, but "M" looks like a feisty little scrapper.) To add to the mayhem, “L” bonked his noggin (hence the tears) on the large flatscreen dangling from the ceiling which provoked loud, spontaneous applause and cheers. Yep, we nerds are vicious and unsympathetic. ; ) He flipped us off under the table in response. As we exited the room, GFR pulled the ancient There’s Something on Your Shirt trick on Charlie Manson by telling him he had spilled mayo and when CM glanced down, flicked him on the nose. Only GFR could have gotten away with it. However the highlight of this bull session occurred when “L” pontificated on the evils of IMing and how this would be forbidden when our new policies and procedures go into effect only to show his laptop’s display screen with no less than three IM protocols up and running. To add to his embarrassment, “S” messaged “L” from his laptop thus popping up yet another incriminating rectangle. Ooops!

Recently, our darling CruiserMel over at Ramblings posted her selection in regards to her Dream Desk/Fantasy File/Vibra Vault. In no particular order here is my Top Ten list:

• Mark Wahlberg. Eye candy in underwear.
• Jon Stewart. Funny and smart. Dynamic dual combo.
• John C. McGinley. Sarcasm, wit, smoking bod and my fav TV show all rolled into one.
• Gary Sinese. Have to agree there. Didn’t notice him till "Forrest Gump" and I was smitten. Sexy as hell with or without legs.
  
• Jay Hernandez. "Crazy/Beautiful" indeed.
  
• Harrison Ford. Retains sexiness as he ages.
• John Cena. I don’t watch wrestling crapola and I prefer him with a baseball cap and shirtless, but damn he’s fine.
• Heath Ledger. Can’t resist a knight.
• Tony Gonzalez. Which makes me favor the Chiefs after my Browns.
• Colin Firth. Who can resist that British accent?

Former stirrings:

• Fernando Allende from Flamingo Road. Watching him and Morgan Fairchild get steamy together is forever etched on my feverish brain. Damn he was hot! Whatever happened to him?
• Vincent Spano in “Baby It’s You”
• Charlie Sheen. “Platoon,” “The Chase” Rwwwrrr.

Priority Payback

A few weeks ago, while convalescing from my painful injuries, I popped in the movie, Click and to my delight and surprise, found myself engrossed in this moving tearjerker. Known mostly for his goofy characters, Mr. Sandler flexed his acting chops in this funny/serious role and proves once again (thinking Spanglish here), he can go the distance as a versatile actor. Yes, there were humorous moments and silly sight gags (thinking fat suit), but the “Christmas Carol”-like storyline focused primarily on his workaholic existence and the unforeseen fallout that would result.

“As Michael discovers that the remarkable device has the power to muffle the barks of the family dog, zoom himself past an irritating quarrel with his wife, and even allow him to travel back and forth through time to different points in his life, the rush of being able to skip straight to the good parts in life soon leaves him feeling as if he's missing out on the total experience. Only when Michael begins to realize that the he has lost control of his life and the remote is now programming him does he finally learn that life is as much about the moments he'd rather forget as it is the moments he will always remember.”

What would you skip over if you could fast-forward your life and would the expense be worth the price? In skipping over the everyday hassles might we miss out on experiences that are intrinsic to our very existence? *hums Harry Chapin’s Cats in the Cradle*

I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Steal This Post

I've read Lawyer Mama's blog a couple of times (maybe just once?) but anyways... today I thought 'I think I'll check that site'. I'm glad I did! For years I was team captain of a team formed by Chaos College and we collected donations and did the 12 hour walk to help raise money and fight cancer... for the American Cancer Society. I havent been able to participate in the past two years and I miss it greatly! I plan on getting involved with it again here in the city.

Anyways... reading her post she writes about Why Mommy's diagnosis. Go to her site and read! I've heard about inflammatory breast cancer before, but I think it's often misdiagnosed. I've had a few friends and family members battle breast cancer (and win! yeah!!!)

I really wish the very best for Why Mommy! This is her post - which i stole. Feel free to copy and post it on your site too!:

We hear a lot about breast cancer these days. One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetimes, and there are millions living with it in the U.S. today alone. But did you know that there is more than one type of breast cancer?

I didn’t. I thought that breast cancer was all the same. I figured that if I did my monthly breast self-exams, and found no lump, I’d be fine.

Oops. It turns out that you don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer. Six weeks ago, I went to my OB/GYN because my breast felt funny. It was red, hot, inflamed, and the skin looked…funny. But there was no lump, so I wasn’t worried. I should have been. After a round of antibiotics didn’t clear up the inflammation, my doctor sent me to a breast specialist and did a skin punch biopsy. That test showed that I have inflammatory breast cancer, a very aggressive cancer that can be deadly.

Inflammatory breast cancer is often misdiagnosed as mastitis because many doctors have never seen it before and consider it rare. “Rare” or not, there are over 100,000 women in the U.S. with this cancer right now; only half will survive five years. Please call your OB/GYN if you experience several of the following symptoms in your breast, or any unusual changes: redness, rapid increase in size of one breast, persistent itching of breast or nipple, thickening of breast tissue, stabbing pain, soreness, swelling under the arm, dimpling or ridging (for example, when you take your bra off, the bra marks stay – for a while), flattening or retracting of the nipple, or a texture that looks or feels like an orange (called peau d’orange). Ask if your GYN is familiar with inflammatory breast cancer, and tell her that you’re concerned and want to come in to rule it out.

There is more than one kind of breast cancer. Inflammatory breast cancer is the most aggressive form of breast cancer out there, and early detection is critical. It’s not usually detected by mammogram. It does not usually present with a lump. It may be overlooked with all of the changes that our breasts undergo during the years when we’re pregnant and/or nursing our little ones. It’s important not to miss this one.

Inflammatory breast cancer is detected by women and their doctors who notice a change in one of their breasts. If you notice a change, call your doctor today. Tell her about it. Tell her that you have a friend with this disease, and it’s trying to kill her. Now you know what I wish I had known before six weeks ago.

You don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer.

The Simpsons

We went to see The Simpsons Movie last night.

I saw Bart's twig and berries!!!

HAHAHAHAHA

Full frontal male nudity. It was a hoot! Bart had been dared by dear ol dad to skateboard downtown... neeekid. Bart wasn't going to do it, but Homer called him a chicken and the next thing you know you see his unclothed butt cheeks scooting down the road. His goods was strategically hidden by different things as he passed through the streets. A leaf here, or a ball there. Then all of a sudden he skate boarded behind a fence of some sort and the only open space was right where the goods were. You saw nothing of Bart... except the family jewels. HAHAHAHA

It was a pretty good movie. It brought alot of laughs for sure!!!

We Dig Baseball

One of the perks at my job is I can get my grubby little hands on tickets to the Redhawks baseball games. Not just any tickets either, but tickets to our suite! This is of great importance now that i'm eating and breathing for two and its mega sultry hot outside. The suite is airconditioned! yipppeee! So we enjoy taking in the baseball games.



The view of the game from our suite. The Redhawks played the Beavers *snicker* and beat them by a ton. So much, I cant really remember. 14-4 or something...


Our little angel in the making apparently likes very hot and spicey food because in the last few months i've put away some weird things - that I would never eat myself! Alot of hotter salsas... and now jalopenos on my nachos!!!


Me... 22 weeks with our little sweetness.

Every Rose Doesn't Have a Thorn

Yesterday was a good day at work. Actually... all day! The two biggest jerkwads that cause me the most grief were gone. Nowhere to be found, seen or heard! It was a glorious day *insert heavenly music here*

Richard came home sporting me some beautiful roses!!! He said they were for me because I had a wonderful day! How awesome is that!?!?!? They smell yummy too!

Copier Conundrum

This morning I decided to update some documents and bopped across the hall to make front and back copies. Now how hard is that? I’ve done it a zillion times and I know what buttons to push, but by golly the copier refused to let me choose that option. Prez’s assistant came in to help and even dug out the dusty manual. No dice. Then another VP’s right-hand (wo)man joined us making for one puzzled little trio pondering the complexities of this confusing apparatus. The contraption kept asking for an “ADU,” (Annoying Diapered Unicorn?) whatever the heck that is. I remarked that it sounded a lot like "IUD" but I really doubted it needed contraceptive protection. I could be wrong. After a meeting of the minds we concluded that this massive, blinking machine was not equipped to handle front/back duties and I/we were SOL. Great! Blonde assistant graciously offered to take my originals back to her copier and complete my request and this is indeed what she did. Mission accomplished!

I’m sure you are all waiting with bated breath to learn about my courtroom experience yesterday and you shall now be rewarded. TBC and I met in the parking lot and entered the ornate halls very much resembling a business-like couple who had possibly just stepped away from their snooty bank jobs prior to enjoying a tasty lunch at some elegant bistro. I wore my ladylike burgundy skirt suit with black heels and carried an impressive black file folder neatly holding paraphernalia deigned to corroborate my story and strengthen my defense. Sitting in the waiting room allowed TBC and I to view the crème de la crème of our fair county adorned in their finest judge-impressing attire. It pretty much consisted of ratty, uncombed hair, slovenly t-shirts, dirty flipflops, big honking tats and grubby little tykes in tow. As I perched front and center I was able to watch my fellow lawbreakers plead their case (sometimes with attorneys) and receive their just desserts. The DUIs were quite entertaining and I especially enjoyed eyeballing the orange-jumpsuited motley bunch who had spent the previous night in the pokey. At any rate, before my turn at bat came I was called aside by the congenial assistant DA and we efficiently hashed things out without ever employing the judge. The gist of it is that another court date has been set and after Mr DA gets in touch with the supertrooper either the case will be dismissed or I go back to Square One to duke it out in person with the HyPo. Oh joy! I should know by the beginning of next week and I’m praying it’s the former and not the latter. Have a great weekend! :)

Zoom Zoom

Though sore and bruised, I managed to attend the McConnell AFB Open House on July 14^th along with over 101,000 (good heavens!!!) enthusiastic souls and it was well worth the extra effort. After all the excessive rain and constant clouds we endured during the week, a sunshiny Saturday greeted the assembled masses. Nothing quite beats uniting with a huge (sweaty), happy crowd watching the talented zoomies do their thang. Decked out in my Cleveland Browns regalia complete with Browns earrings (that look similar to this), I accompanied my bro-in-law, his son, and sis to the action-packed show. I even got a “Go Browns!” within the first 10 minutes of arriving thanks to "wearing the colors." No airshow is complete without refreshing beer and though I snubbed the ‘lites,’ I thoroughly enjoyed downing several plastic cups of "Flying Monkey" from the Miller tent. Good job, guys! Also, thanks to the sweltering day, bottled water was passed out with abandon. You all know the drill. First you stake out your spot and plunk down the folding canvas chairs (fittingly, mine is a Blue Angels one) for maximum viewing pleasure. Then you head for the static displays and ooh and ah over their sleek power and macho image (the planes, silly, though this could certainly apply to the sexy flight suits snugly covering their flirty owners.) And while you would love to take the time to walk through the wide array of choices, time is of the essence and your selection must be pared down to a limited few. This year, sis and I picked the Osprey and the AWACS plane (out of Tinker AFB) to scrutinize. While in line for the AWACS, we naturally got to visiting with fellow aircraft enthusiasts patiently waiting to snake their way to the front. Darn if I didn’t hear a voice in the back saying, “Indians.” I whipped around to discover the guy directly behind me sporting an Indians ball cap! Apparently this spot was Buckeye Central as the guy behind him also hailed from my home state. Of course, this started the conversational ball rolling and we yakked away the rest of the wait time with him and his wife. After the informative tour, it was back to our chairs to catch those high-flying daredevils, the ever-popular Blue Angels. I may have viewed their air acrobats many times before but they never fail to thrill, amaze and leave me with shivery goosebumps. It wasn’t until leaving the grounds that the true ramifications of the relentless, beating sun hit me with full force and I thought I was going to pass out from heat exhaustion before reaching the car. Apparently I wasn’t the only one as I heard from another coworker who was there who said she’d been told the base hospital was full of affected spectators who had succumbed and been rushed to the facility. Though getting somewhat sunburned and certainly dehydrated, I still had a wonderful time and am counting the days till the next one. ; )

I'm Pretty Logical

You Are Pretty Logical

You're a bit of a wizard when it comes to logic While you don't have perfect logic, you logic is pretty darn good Keep at it - you've got a lot of natural talent in this area!

How Logical Are You?

"Crash" Course

Hello my darlings. I must apologize for the long delay but it’s been crazy around these here parts. For starters, thanks to my recent vehicle altercation the nickname “Crash” has now been bestowed upon me. Er, thanks. Not to be outdone in the emergency department, another relative of mine ended up in the ER with excruciating pancreatitus last week and has been an ongoing patient this entire time. They are sending him to a specialist today to determine why this keeps developing. I did make it back to work last Wednesday and was warmly greeted by friendly, huggy coworkers. Thursday I zombied through a three-hour dept. meeting and though it was an abbreviated workweek for me, finished up utterly exhausted and brain-dead.

This morning we once again ran the thunderstorm gauntlet as buckets of water poured down from the heavens in time to enhance our 'walking in' experience. This lousy start was pleasantly offset by a male coworker finding my long-lost lipstick that had gone AWOL back in March. Concealed under my computer desk, he scooped its naughty, replaced, shiny ass off the bug/raisin/Dorito-strewn carpet and with a flourish, presented it to its overjoyed owner. She is getting such a spanking for making me so distraught!!! ;) I don’t think it would be an exaggeration to say the janitor doesn’t clean much in our area.

This Wednesday Mz Circe, I mean “Mz Crash,” gets to go to traffic court and tearfully plead her case. I cannot tell you how much I look forward to this chore. Hopefully, this unwarranted ticket will either get dropped or drastically reduced and I’ll be able to put all this nonsense behind me. Here’s to better days...

Slip Sliddin' Away

I remember back in the day when Slip N Slide was just one lane and we had to take turns. I saw at Wal-Mart (it was an emergency trip... I swear!) the other day, a two lane AND a three lane Slip N Slide!!!

I had to buy the two lane and try it out. The neighbor kids have had a ball on it!

Debbie Does Daycare

I had a coversation with the little neighbor boy last night...

G: Kerry, have you heard of Pinography?
*racing through racks of information in my head to try to figure out what Pinography was*
Me: Is that like Stenography? A Stenographer?
G: Yeah, Pinography.
*obvioulsy a confused look on my face*
G: You know, when there is stuff on your computer that isnt good?
*big bright eyes*
Me: OH!!!! (obviously hit me) You mean Pornography!!!!
G: Yeah, Pinography... or pornography
Me: why would you know about that!??! *growing ever concerned because he is too small to be thinking of such things!*
G: My dad's girlfriend teaches and that was found on her Superintendents computer and he got fired.

Well good grief, i'd hope so!

P: what's Pinography?
*so happy he's not into knowing what that is*
Me: you mean pornography
G: I'm not explaining it... Kerry you better explain it

First of all, why a little 3rd/4th grader knows all the ins and outs of it is beyond me and secondly, I should have let him explain it to see if he really understood what it was!

Me: Well, P... it's dirty pictures of people doing naughty things and it's too trashy to be looking at. It will get you in trouble.

G: Yeah, so and so said he saw some Pinography with little 3 and 4 year olds
Me: ok!!! Just stop!

I had to end the conversation. I figured there was probably more between them when I left.... but it was so weird to hear it all from such little people. They shouldnt hear about this until..... at least until they go to church camp or something!

He's Still Precious

Last weekend Richard and I went to a club with a friend of mine to listen to a band play (dont remember the importance of the band)... and to meet up with a coworker of hers and other friends.

Here's our sweet Glamour Shot that night...



And then I loaned Richard out to other girls for photo opportunities...

Freaky Monday

I either over did it in the gym yesterday.... or pulling weeds last night. I doubt it was the weeds.

My stomach muscles are aching... hurt actually. Every time I rolled around last night, I woke up and it took every muscle in my body to position myself because I was making every effort NOT to use my stomach muscles. I couldn't even lift my legs this morning while trying to shave them silky smooth. I got the job done.. I just had to bend over at my 'waist' and go to my legs instead of bringing them up to me.

I think i'll take it easy tonight... maybe walk less time or slow down a bit at the gym. I've tried to keep up a good fast pace - as much as I can considering my air intake is somewhat limited these days. I've changed from lifting heavy weights (doing fewer reps) to lighter weights and higher reps... so that shouldn't be an issue. I think its the race/walking I do. I guess I could cut out some of the chocolate chip cookies I eat so that I would be able to get away with less exercise...

I also dreamed about having spiders in my ear. This is the second time I dreamed this dream... about the spiders. In this particular dream, my sister was talking to me and them screamed because she saw a spider in my hair. She got to looking for it, and then noticed a whole trail of them in my right ear. They had set up house in there! My dream ended with me heading to the doctor to have the spiders removed.

The Weather Channel

For about a month or so it's been raining like... well like the Central U.S. was suddenly a rainforest during Monsoon season with a few hurricanes passing through sporadically. Translation: It's rained a flipping ton here! We've gritched alot about it.... but one thing the rains did bring was cooler weather. Although it would be in the 70's or 80's, it would feel like 100 because of humidity.

Well, today its registering 97 degrees PLUS humidity... so that means it is HOT and SULTRY.

I'm not complaining. I'm just sayin'. Its hot. I'm really glad the sun is out... but it's really hot!

Oil & Water

Eight interesting facts about TBC and me (courtesy of our beloved Burg):

We met through his close friend who had moved to the beach after me but prior to TBC’s arrival. TBC was originally headed for Okiedokieland in what turned out to be a massive migration on his family's part but in a last minute change of heart, decided to give the beach a shot thereby heading toward the land of ocean and sky rather than wind whipping down the plains. It was there that rather than meeting a lovely, genteel Southern lass, he spied a skinny, shy, tongue-tied, blonde Northern transplant. (yeah me) Nevertheless, her striking beauty *snicker* intrigued him and the abbreviated chase was on to win her elusive hand. Not one to succumb without a fight, Mz Impossible only capitulated after an interested eye was cast in her sister's direction. After a brief courtship, TBC and Mz Circe were joined in marriage by a justice of the peace and have been battling it out ever since. A few years after our hasty vows, TBC dragged his kicking and screaming spouse to Tornadoville and for the most part we have resided here ever since.

TBC and I seem to prefer "M," "N," and "O" (Missouri, New York, North Carolina, Ohio, and Oklahoma) states. I have no idea why we have a predilection for living in the middle of the alphabet (and country) but we do.

TBC is the polar opposite of me personality-wise. He’s a gregarious extrovert who never met a human being he hasn’t for the most part, liked. I, on the other hand, am the reserved, shy and somewhat suspicious introvert though I’ve emerged from my shell more and more as the years have passed. No visit to any establishment is complete without his chatting up friends, neighbors, workmates, acquaintances, etc. because this man knows everyone. I believe it may stem from his small town roots where everyone knows everyone else’s business, while I retain my big city ‘MYOB” demeanor.

I’m an avid reader who always has a minimum of three books and/or periodicals in various stages of reading progress going at one time while TBC pretty much only cracks a tome when absolutely forced to. A deep, rocky chasm divides non-readers who think readers waste perfectly good time on copious amounts of mindless drivel and readers who secretly believe non-readers are shallow, clueless morons. TBC’s pretty much given up breaking me of this “useless, boring habit” and arguments regarding this particular bone of contention have fallen by the wayside. Singles need to factor this potential problem in when considering the pros and cons of mate material.

We both come from loving nuclear families though they differed in size, location, and economic status. He’s one of six, mostly male siblings (No. 2) and I (Numero Uno) have one younger sister. He grew up in a small town in northern NY and well, we all know where I hail from. *round on the end and high in the middle* Evenly divvying up the economic pie, not to mention time and attention among so many siblings certainly differed from the simple half division I enjoyed.

Much like Kerbear and Richard, we both love to travel and grew up road tripping on family vacations. This tradition has carried on as together with our two beautiful Circettes, ;) we have seen most of the contiguous United States. Driving duties are divided between us but for the most part, he plays chauffeur to my helpful, passenger side navigator. As much as we love the US, we are woefully behind in observing how the rest of the world lives. Plans are in the works for a tropical island vacation early next year and then European trips in the future.

We were both rebels as teenagers but my vanilla version of rebelling paled in comparison to his wild, rowdy ways. Yep, I married the bad boy. The pseudo fairy tale version of how this all works out in the wash bears absolutely no resemblance to grim reality. Plan on weekly, if not daily, hell.

Much like Weather’s hub, TBC projects a “good ole boy” image to the outside world but living with him day in and day out is a whole other story. I’m not sure one can change a control freak/bully but it sure makes for an obstacle-riddled existence for an easygoing, fun-loving, ‘peace at any price,’ free spirit like me. It’s not all bad and I will enumerate some of his good qualities in a future post, but I know for a fact I would never consider going through this continuous 'mountains out of molehills' drama again and will cherish my freedom when it happens. I leave you with this wise old adage: "Marry in haste, repent in leisure."

Gas Prices are Suppose to Go UP!

I had a weird dream last night (surprise surprise)

I dreamed that the oil fields had a complete shutdown. Gone. So... because they shut down, we couldnt work (in my line of business we are not directly related to them in any way other than we need gas to put in our vehicles to deliver product).

Really weird was that Johnny was my supervisor (he's currently NOT my supervisor and in a complete different line of work. He's in Buildings and Grounds) and he was moving me to this new big plush office, but when it came time to move he came and told me to hang on 'i've got a meeting'. He took off for his meeting and I went and sat at long tables with a whole ton of other employees.

He soon came out and told me that we're having to close the place down because of the oil field shutdown and we were all out of jobs! I got a good 6 month severance package.... but the place completely shut down... and my new big plush office was no longer!

Weird too was that I was completely happy with this. I didnt feel upset in any way... and was relieved that it was over.

I've Been Nailed

Ok. I've been tagged by Burg to list 8 things interesting (or most precious) about my Husband and I. Let me try....

1. Richard and I met for the first time at my sister's bar-b-que. He worked with my (then) bro-in-law and I'd heard alot about him... so I took a friend who had just recently moved to the city (didnt know anyone) and I thought they'd hit it off. What I pictured in my head from hearing conversation... and what I saw when I got there were two different things. With my boyfriend in tow, I spent the evening turning on the charm and throwing myself at Richard because he was just too much fun!

2. Five months later we saw each other again - for New Years. I tried to get my boyfriend to stay home because I knew Richard would be going out with our group, but he came along. My bf was too interested in the big boobs sitting at our table (not mine), so that left me free to focus on this new piece of meat across from me (Richard). I turned all of my attentions to Richard and flirted endlessly... he STILL didn't get it! He's so precious.

3. Three months later (and boyfriend history) I called my bro-in-law and told him to call Richard to see if he wanted to go out (group thing) for fun. Of course he was game. That night, it was like it hit him.... we chatted for about 5 hours nonstop and he says all he could think about were my lips and how he wanted to kiss me :) We stayed at my sis's house that night and we chatted... and I invited him to join me on the futon. He was such a gentleman! He was very proper and kept his hands to himself... so that made me want him even more and VERY determined to get him :) Funny how that works. We, um... talked til the sun came up :)

4. Richard proposed to me while on a cruise and had actually asked both of my boys for their approval - before asking me. He's so sweet! They were so excited and still are to this day. They love him.

5. Now, Richard has me knocked up... and he's having a little girl that will most likely be spoiled rotten by her dad and two brothers.

6. We fight over stupid stuff but typically its short lived. Most often it's when we're in the car and he's driving and usually about the WAY he's driving! It drives me nuts when he rides the tailend of the car in front of him... if he'd ever been sandwiched between two trucks on Hefner RaceWay before, he'd understand a girls jumpiness and be a little more sensitive to her desire for you to slow your ass down and back off!

7. Richard's nature is very quiet and easy-going where as mine is more talkative, loud, aggressive, stubborn, etc. So we go well together. haha

8. We love to travel and go at every chance we get! We've both made up little lists of places we want to visit and slowly but surely we're making it through our list. He is the best travel partner a girl could ever ask for! He doesn't get moody or tire easily and he's always game to try something new! It's always excitement!

I've got to tag the Queen. Her stories crack me up and i'm sure there are some humorous ones with her hubby! Angela needs to be tagged. Her little guy Gregory is a doll and hubby sounds like such a nice guy ;)

If we can get Twisted to write... something is always going down with her and Boxers! They have just too much fun!

I'd love to tag Bone and Ben. HAHAHA Oh, the comedy! But they dont have husbands (that i'm aware of)... but I guess they could write about g/f and wifey!

I hope Circe writes. She's still home recup'in from her car wreck - and doing well I might add. I chatted with her on the phone a few nights ago and she's bruised, but bouncing back quickly!

Chillin' at The Holiday Inn

This past weekend all of us were outside messing around with the camera and C took his new OSU hat and put it on my head. "Mom, you look good! Now do the pose" and he did something like this... some gangsta thing... and I tried to do it. Richard got the pic. Good grief I look corny. hahah