tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53943345708868967142024-02-18T17:54:16.471-08:00Carry On....Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901525855696666387noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394334570886896714.post-47549427511983421462012-10-03T19:01:00.000-07:002012-10-03T19:01:37.345-07:00The first 365 days....whoa.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It has been a while since I took the time to 'blog' so I thought what the heck...now is a perfect time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin and I have been married a FULL year. Holy Smokes. Yes, ONE whole year...a whole 365 days. Geez. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You sure do learn a lot about a person when you are actually married to them...no holding back after you say 'I Do' </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Here you go...the top 25 things I learned during my first 365 days of being married to Kevin...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">1. It is still not ok to burp. I do it anyway and every time I hear 'that's really attractive' yes, I know it is super attractive that is why I continue to do it. I know it drives Kevin nuts, but I cannot help it. Well, I guess I could, but I don't....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">2. If the bath tub stops draining it is totally my fault. I argued that point at first, UNTIL Kevin took his long plastic stick thing he bought at Wal-Mart and well the mass of hair he removed from the drain more than likely could have been sculpted into a full blown wig. O-M-G. So, yes, it is my fault.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">3. Most of the time I get my way. It just takes a little whining and he normally gives in, that's totally cool with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">4. I cannot continue blaming the dog for passing gas. Kevin doesn't believe me anyway...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">5. We argue over retarded stuff.....a lot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">6. Grocery shopping is easier alone. During the first few months of marriage I thought I was cool because my husband grocery shopped with me...he was only going to be nice. Then I realized I get done a lot faster when I am alone...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">7. I cannot tell him I love you too many times in one day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">8. Sharing the same blanket is a dumb idea. I end up with the whole blanket, his body heat makes me hot, my cold hands piss him off when they touch his back....and so on...so we have our own blankets. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">9. I snore. Yep, according to Kevin I snore. I am still in denial. Whatever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">10. Fall = Football Season. Fantasy Football is a sport. It will be funded every year...win or lose. Ok...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">11. Don't talk politics. No matter what the circumstances...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">12. Divorce is not an option...don't threaten it. If you do, you better pack your stuff and be ready for your bluff to be called....trust me on that one....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">13. Drinking alcohol is not near as fun as it was before we were married. Now, we have a drink and we are ready for bed. Is that normal? It was like the minute we got married we became old tired people...WTH?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">14. Family vacations are stressful. OMG. The beach was amazing but I stressed over the waves sucking the kids under- Kevin kept telling me to chill out...I was scared to death a shark was going to eat all of us...Mattellen yelled SHARK every time she got in the water...clearly we are more of a swimming pool type family...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">15. Don't pour ice cold water on him while in the shower. I still do it. I don't care how mad he gets, it is hilarious.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">16. Some things are better left unsaid...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">17. When in the bathroom close every door between you and him that is possible. There are some things that your husband just does NOT need to hear...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">18. The TV is his. Period. If I want to watch a show I better set the DVR and when I say set the DVR that does not mean set it during a time that he has something recording because some how the DVR ends up recording his show and not mine...weird, huh? Yeah. I thought so too...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">19. Sleeping on the couch is ok....sometimes. Especially when you have been told 'shhhhh' Yes, he did. He had rolled over on my blanket and I politely asked him to move at 1:00am...and he shushed me...needless to say I ended up on the couch...we laugh about it now...but not at the time...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">20. Buy name brand make up, but don't tell him and if you do tell him, just don't give out any prices...it is ok.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">21. Dance around the living room like total idiots...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">22. Sing together. As loud as you can. Who cares if you sound like a hound dog...it is still fun!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">23. Be each others best friend. Through thick and thin. Good and bad. Stand beside each other not behind...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">24. Snuggling and Cuddling are over rated. I swear. It is not comfortable ( I don't care who you are) to be piled up on the couch laying all over the top of each other trying to watch a movie. Don't even act like it is...he sits in his chair and I lay on the couch...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">25. Last but not least...KNOW YOUR ROLL! I'm kidding...respect. It goes a long way, just because you are married to someone does not mean you own them, it does not mean you are entitled to treat them however you want too...it means you have committed to sharing your life with that person just as they have done the same for you...you have promised to be there for them...love them...care for them..no matter what....and I will do just that. I will love Kevin Adams no matter what. He drives me crazy some days, I feel like I come home to a zoo on most days, I get frustrated, I cry, I laugh, I scream, but I love every stinking minute of it. I would not change it for the world...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now you all know what I learned during the first 365 days...I am sure I could go on and on and on and on....</span>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901525855696666387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394334570886896714.post-27787960318516231212012-06-10T18:18:00.000-07:002012-06-10T18:19:13.765-07:00Adams Family Vacation 2012<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you all probably know, The Adams Family took their first official family vacation. As many of you know planning a vacation can be very stressful, fun, hard, exciting, & very frustrating.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As Kevin and I were choosing a vacation location we were hell bent on NOT vactioning in Alabama. Obviously, because we are HUGE Tennessee Vol fans. Well, guess where we ended up- Gulf Shores, AL. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We chose June 2nd-9th and invited Kevin's mother to join us. 427 E. Beach Blvd. Unit # 464 in Gulf Shores, AL was our home for 6 nights, yes, it was rented for 7 nights. By <strike>Friday </strike>Thursday we were ready to come home. So, we left late Friday afternoon! Kevin drive all night and we pulled into our drive way at 5:28am. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kevin, Hayden, Mattellen, and I left Portland, TN on Friday June 1st at 4:15pm. We met Patsy (Kevin's mother) in Dickson, TN around 5:15. The kids were beyond excited. My first question to Patsy was- Are you sure you are ready for a week of this??? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We drove the majority of the night before stopping to get some rest at some small town hotel. The room had 2 full size beds. We had 5 people. None of us got much sleep but enough to get up the next morning and finish the drive. We pulled up to our condo at 1:30pm. The weather was awesome. The beach/ocean looked amazing. The kids were ready to get their swim on and I was ready to start baking my skin. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We all got ready and headed to the beach. We rented Chair #59. It shaded my husband and provided me a place to catch some sun & read Chelsea Handler (By the way, she is HILARIOUS!) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The water was very 'weedy' as I called it. Lots of sea weed floating around. The pocket's of Kevin's swimming trunks would fill up with sea weed. There was sea weed down the font of my suit, in Mattellen's hair, stuck to butt cheeks. It was every where. Along with sand. O-M-G. Sand. Sand. Sand. I had a huge fear of stepping on something. Jelly fish. Crab. Shark (Far fetched, I know, but true story.) Turtle. Fish. I squealed like a little girl several times. Finally, Kevin said 'Baby, just don't think about it and come on.' Ok. Ok. We have driven 9 hours, rented a condo on the beach for 7 days, I might as well suck it up and enjoy swimming in this HUGE body of water that I cannot see my legs in, right? So, I did it. Low and behold, I stepped on something squishy that jolted my foot a little bit and again I squealed. I attempted to run out of the ocean. That's a joke. I got out of the water as quickly as I could. Mattellen screaming 'MAMA STEPPED ON A JELLY FISH AND IT STUNG HER FOOT MAMA STEPPED ON A JELLY FISH MAMA STEPPED ON A JELLY FISH' I said 'Mattellen, HUSH. Stop saying that.' We get to our chair and I examined my foot. I looked at my foot, Kevin looked at it, the kids were amazed by it. Some black, sticky, gooey, gunk was caked to the bottom of it. What. The. Hell. My first thought was whale turds. You know, my brother warned Mattellen about whale turds being in the ocean. Just kidding. I really had no idea what it was. The gunk would not wipe off. I tried everything I knew to get it off. Nothing worked. The guy we rented the chair from walked by to check on us (My thoughts, he probably heard Mattellen screaming about a dang Jelly Fish and thought we were nuts) so he decided to do a walk by and see what was going on. I asked him what it was and he said more than likely a tar ball from the oil spill. REALLY. Of all the things in the ocean I step on a tar ball from the oil spill that happened in 2010. His solution to removing the oil from my foot was to walk around in the sand. My solution was to take a shower and scrub it off. That may have been the most sticky mess I have ever touched. It took a good 2 days for it all to finally come off my foot. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The next few days were spent at the ocean. Kevin worrying about getting burnt by the sun. Me worryin about not gettnig enough sun or stepping on some random sea creature. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The kids worrying about who can build the best sand castle. Patsy would go to the beach with us, but she read the whole time. She got in the water a little bit! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Hayden enjoyed digging in the sand out of the sun! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The above picture was more than likely one of the times Mattellen got out of the ocean yelling SHARK! Yes, she did that more than once. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Kevin and I decided to brave the red flag and get in the ocean again. We were both knocked down and swept under water. One of the scariest moments of my life, ok that's a little over dramatic, but it was not fun. That was when we decided we were over the red flag & the Gulf of Mexico! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Mattellen on the USS Alabama. (See the bridge in the background. That is not the entire thing either......)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We witnessed a man trying to fight with a sting ray he had caught. He was fishing off the pier and hooked a sting ray. Apparently, they are rather fiesty, strong, and tough creatures to reel in. We watched him fight with it for about 10 minutes before he finally cut his line and released it- hook and all. I know, all you animal lovers are saying awwwwwwwwwwwwwww and so did I, but I think he did the right thing. He would of had to do the that any way and there was no point in him continuing to fight with it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> School of fish off the pier!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Sting rays off the pier</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Mattellen & Hayden on the pier!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And, our trip including lots of shopping. There were several surf shops and we visited the majority of them. FYI- Don't let your kids read the shirts hanging on the wall. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The shirt Hayden read out loud and then asked his daddy what a pink taco was...........................awkward silence as Kevin looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and walked off. GEEZ!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>My suggestions should you decide to take a vacation to Gulf Shores, AL.</strong> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1.Eat at the Shrimp Basket. Amazing seafood. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. Go to Adventure Island in Orange Beach (about 2 miles down the road)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6. Take lots of random pictures...you never know what you will capture...hope you enjoy my family and all of our randomness!!!</span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">2012</span></strong></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901525855696666387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394334570886896714.post-15753697306951089632012-03-07T19:34:00.000-08:002012-03-07T19:34:29.341-08:00A little of this and some of that...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Last post 1/16/12. I apologize to the stalkers, I am not keeping you entertained. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mattellen is just Mattellen. That child keeps me on my toes. Let's see, she has accused me of being weird in which I let her know that she had no idea how weird I really am. Then, she claims I am awkward. Again, she has no idea. Wait until she is about 11 or 12 she will really think I am awkward. She now has a tube in her ear. First ear infection ever. Seriously. I guess when we do something we do it right. Get an ear infection and go all out...why not? Anyway, she has a new best friend every day. I am totally being serious. Little girls drive me nuts. I honestly do not remember being this dramatic at 7. Apparently, during jump rope for heart she and her little friends had a falling out. Mattellen made it a point to tell me that she didn't cuss or punch anyone. I said 'great, I am glad you didn't' Geez...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hayden is just Hayden also...I don't have any major updates on him. He is still cute as a button! Still, hard headed and sweet as can be! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Kevin and I. Still in love. Still married (That is a plus!) We finally decorated our house...somewhat. I am not a decorator by no means. I just flew by the seat of my pants...bought whatever I thought looked good- bought some stuff I wasn't real sure about and I love it!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We have been so busy...wait let me rephrase that- I HAVE been SO busy. I feel like I work non-stop. I don't think I have made it home before 7pm in over a week. I hate that. I like to come home, cook dinner, spend time with my little family, hug my husband and not just kiss him goodnight. Dance with Mattellen, play hang man (our favorite game), and not just tell her to take a bath a go to bed. BUT work has been crazy busy and I have to do what it takes to make things happen. Enough of that, everyone works. Everyone has to put in extra hours, so I am done complaining. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You ready for more phone pics....I have several....you all know I cannot have an all serious blog post!!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTD0ARVidtlyLKt7HmpyF8AiDsMCAN4OtMNs9aXSGgQdC10YgzByJZNqVQtAJO_UCOyRWnWE59x_TywWtoGJ5x12SuV_CBEOedUYYuFcjfUNCNfz2TItunmLcCeEuZ9Uad139Me275W2PJ/s1600/2012-03-04_15-01-08_111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTD0ARVidtlyLKt7HmpyF8AiDsMCAN4OtMNs9aXSGgQdC10YgzByJZNqVQtAJO_UCOyRWnWE59x_TywWtoGJ5x12SuV_CBEOedUYYuFcjfUNCNfz2TItunmLcCeEuZ9Uad139Me275W2PJ/s320/2012-03-04_15-01-08_111.jpg" width="180" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">What? You mean to tell me you have never had your husband hold a tomato while you take a pic of it. This might be the most awesome tomato ever. </span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmXFxL9JUasOrDQqc29QYY4j6B_sUEg-Ev3blUWVVANpbtE2GLGDF1gLdC1sfa5Y6j0Vc4GN_bzKRamMjY3Zvz2qhWIEk2tJQtiGWpgNYZTBuTCRLef4SwrZJX_-8wsJft7Mc4rg1D1lO/s1600/2012-03-06_19-09-07_920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmXFxL9JUasOrDQqc29QYY4j6B_sUEg-Ev3blUWVVANpbtE2GLGDF1gLdC1sfa5Y6j0Vc4GN_bzKRamMjY3Zvz2qhWIEk2tJQtiGWpgNYZTBuTCRLef4SwrZJX_-8wsJft7Mc4rg1D1lO/s320/2012-03-06_19-09-07_920.jpg" width="180" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Take 1.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">'Throw your soul through every open door<br />
Count your blessings to find what you look for'</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yes, Adele. I think that woman wrote her songs about my dang life. Of course, every other female more than likely feels the same way.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901525855696666387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394334570886896714.post-5036418530768164522012-01-16T19:22:00.000-08:002012-01-16T19:35:51.227-08:00Hello 2012....<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have not blogged in SO long. I figured all my stalkers were getting a little antsy to find out what was going on in my life, you know, since I am so interesting and all. Whatever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, we are completely moved in to the new house. It has taken some getting used too. For the first few weeks I felt like I was on some sort of vacation. It was when I had to clean that I realized that this was OUR house. OUR NEW HOUSE. Wow. I love it. All 1,330 square feet of it! By the way, the neighbors still have NOT talked to us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A lot has happened and I cannot remember all of it. I will hit the high points...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">New Years I offered to be the designated driver. What. An. Experience. No, not the people with me, Nashville in general. A group of us went to the Nashville for the Guitar drop the first year they did it. The streets were not crowded. It was a blast! Not so much this year...TOTALLY different story. The streets were packed. Jam Packed. There was no room to move. I would stop at random times and scream 'head count' to my crew :) It's just the mommy in me. I counted my people and we kept moving. I would compare it to a field trip, but for adults. Ha!! At one point, we lost a person. Then we found him. Then we lost him again. We tried to move closer and ended up in a worse spot that what we started in. Needless, to say my crew was tired of battling crowds so as soon as the music note dropped we started towards the car. A normal stroll across broadway would take about 20 seconds. Not on this particular night, it took us about 45 minutes JUST TO GET ACROSS THE STREET. Then we sat in a parking garage for 2 1/2 hours. Yep, you read it right. TWO & A HALF HOURS. We had a good time. A little Jason Aldean, a little fist pumping, a little mouthing to the car in front of us, and you have some great entertainment. UNTIL the little underage drunk <strike>bitch </strike>girl in the front of us decided to yell 'What the 'f' are you looking at?' and then proceeded to hold up her 2 middle fingers for NO apparent reason. Clearly, that did not go over well. No need to go into details. Just know, we all made it home, no black eyes, no jail time, just a few exchanged words and it was over. </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, Happy New Year. I kissed my husband. Told him how happy he has made me the past few years. Made sure he knew how much I appreciated him & said I love you several times. Then it was over. 2011 was gone. Hello 2012.............................</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will start with the story of taking Mattellen to work with me. Friday the 13th. Yep. School was out because it flurried. I took her to work with me, she was SUPER excited. I happen to be on the phone and looked through the window of our break room to find her messing with the coffee maker. I finished up my phone call and she asked me to make her some coffee. I, of course, said 'um no.' I then went into the break room to find that Mattellen had already tried to make her own coffee. Yep, she poured coffee grinds in the coffee pot. Nope, not where they were suppose to go either. She had filled the top of the coffee pot with coffee. Where water would go, not grinds. Nice, I know. I stood there and thought how in the hell am I going to clean this up. I proceeded to pry the top of the coffee maker off, tilt it over, and scoop out the grinds. Be advised, she had pour water in there too. So, they were not dry. I had to rinse, scape, scoop, rinse, scrape, scoop...and so on. You get the idea. Needless, to say I did not think to take any pics of this incident. This is not where our eventful day ended. We order Chinese for lunch, Mattellen eats without any problems. About 2 hours later she decides she needs some popcorn. I gave her a bag and said put the microwave on 2 minutes. I know she knows how to use a microwave. No doubt in my mind she only put it on 2 minutes, I am being serious. I was on the phone, again, story of my life at work. I look in the break room and it is FULL of black smoke. I thought O-M-G-W-T-F. I told our operations manager that I needed to go....................I walked in the break room and it took my breath away. I had to put my shirt over my face to try to breath. I unplugged the microwave ( I know, not smart to touch the plug, but so what, I did, I am still alive). Opened the door, grabber the pop corn and took it across the hall to women's restroom, I ran water over it and I could hear the sizzling. Went back into the office and plugged up every fan I could find. We propped open the doors. It was a slight disaster. Thank God the BNA Corporate Center was still standing when she and I walked out at 5pm.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She then found a balloon in a supply closet.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhx3cCloI9whXnyEuKJ1tF6E1MO-Ly-BKN5NeBoeWxXlHVPxjlW_RBreko3uPp3RavQacesmr0iR9Wv3YFPooOMK4k_rR-SpilGsum1C5JzeckGokrkHIb9r6Wi1Ss9VtVmKc8obdJJOx/s1600/2012-01-13_16-54-54_353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhx3cCloI9whXnyEuKJ1tF6E1MO-Ly-BKN5NeBoeWxXlHVPxjlW_RBreko3uPp3RavQacesmr0iR9Wv3YFPooOMK4k_rR-SpilGsum1C5JzeckGokrkHIb9r6Wi1Ss9VtVmKc8obdJJOx/s320/2012-01-13_16-54-54_353.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes, it says 'butt face' 'fart face'- typical 7 year old language. At 7 years old she is very in touch with her bodily functions.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57JYWwbYFJPf6sjB3ZjjLJgIrRudufEgjF-DZLXdWeJqv6pKOhBo6RKMaedNZ4_osCvMhCiBogdv3w4Bzn4op8dHYCTPvgJu4joTxahgJDJWqjgb5_nmTUUCs2sYiv_QeyLkztyoFdcWS/s1600/ResizedImage_1326725643126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57JYWwbYFJPf6sjB3ZjjLJgIrRudufEgjF-DZLXdWeJqv6pKOhBo6RKMaedNZ4_osCvMhCiBogdv3w4Bzn4op8dHYCTPvgJu4joTxahgJDJWqjgb5_nmTUUCs2sYiv_QeyLkztyoFdcWS/s400/ResizedImage_1326725643126.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwCjXOJqQjpqoDk2aOZ0llsFqQqhyJ4rDcxZZOppNAoJ9JuUSI6nmGOAyteKo-6ANvmDSZKSwN0NjSvpr-ZseMB4uMhK9dCZsEwBjw_YLFONkj1Lot05dWFoPKkVfIfiItZcQWKjw_ejq/s1600/ResizedImage_1326725610973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwCjXOJqQjpqoDk2aOZ0llsFqQqhyJ4rDcxZZOppNAoJ9JuUSI6nmGOAyteKo-6ANvmDSZKSwN0NjSvpr-ZseMB4uMhK9dCZsEwBjw_YLFONkj1Lot05dWFoPKkVfIfiItZcQWKjw_ejq/s400/ResizedImage_1326725610973.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And, it has a face. With lots of 'peerzings' (that is how she says piercings)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She claims she is going to have several places on her face pierced. I am not sure where these idea's are coming from, I don't have ANY piercings on my face and neither does Kevin. Let's just hope she decides that is NOT cool when she gets older.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901525855696666387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394334570886896714.post-87499006293265156062011-12-16T09:01:00.000-08:002011-12-16T09:01:17.299-08:00Dear New House,<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If I were able to talk to these walls and know that they understand and hear what I need to tell them this is what I would say....</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our family is a little wild. So wild that on Friday night we might in the bed by 9pm. Whoa. I know. During the week, you might think I look like a chicken with my head cut off. Thank God you have a dish washer already installed. You have no idea how much time that will save me. By the way, I love the extra padding under the carpet in the bed rooms. It feels like Heaven under my feet. On a serious note, you will be where we raise our kids. Where we teach them right from wrong. Where we show them how much we love them. Where they bring their friends to spend the night. Where they get so mad at us they can't see straight, but will one day understand. Where they will laugh. Where they will cry. Where we will eat dinner as a family & talk about our day. Just so you know, our typical dinner conversation doesn't consist of 'Hey, how was your day?' It is more like this, 'Mom, can we watch Spongebob?' or 'Mom, do I really have to take a bath?' or 'Lindsay, can we stay up late?' you get my drift. You may feel a little invaded right now. We have moved a lot in over the past few days. I promise we are almost done. Just know, that Mattellen likes to run through the house. I really think she likes to hear the pattering noise her feet make. She has done it since she was a baby. Noodle loves to hear his feet on the floor as well. Must be a brother sister thing. I am excited that we chose you to be a part of our family. I am sure we will share lots of good memories together. I promise we will try not to tear you down. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Anyway, Kevin and I are just about moved in. I am sure our neighbors are wondering what in the hell has moved in. We have not finished hanging blinds. Instead, Kevin taped an Ironman blanket over our bedroom window! HA!!! It looks awesome. The best part, that is the window that faces the road :) Classy, I know. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Mattellen has an empty box over her window. Thank goodness my Mom is coming to finish hanging the blinds today. I am sure they are ready for us to take our window decor down!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>A huge major big mega THANK YOU to Mike, Kyle, and my Mom. </strong></span>They all helped us move. The guys moved all the furniture and heavy boxes. I have just about finished unpacking. It is amazing the things you accumulate over the years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We have had to remind Mattellen that we have human neighbors now several times. The first night that we were moving in she went out on the back deck and started howling. Yeah. I am not sure what provoked it, but it happened. My mom could have croaked. She said 'Mattellen, stop that, you have neighbors now' Mattellen proceeded to tell us that she hated the city because she is a country girl. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The neighbors have not introduced themselves to us. Oh well. The ones on the left of us need to clean up their yard. Apparently, the guys name is Butch, at least that is what the side of his truck says. They have enough 'yard art' for everyone in the neighborhood. The ones across the street probably think we are weird. They do get a view of Ironman every morning :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I guess I better go finish unloading boxes. My plan is to have it all done by this evening. We will see how well that works out for me..........(I am not holding my breath on this plan)</span>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901525855696666387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394334570886896714.post-72097779221401962392011-12-08T19:16:00.000-08:002011-12-08T19:16:40.858-08:00The Good Stuff<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In case you don't really know me, but you read my blog because you are nosy. I mean, really, we all know that we stalk each other through blogs, Facebook, Twitter, etc...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, at least I do. I love reading other people's drama. Makes me feel better about my own. Anyway, a day in my life can be super exciting. Depending on the day. Some days I am really boring. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It never fails that every day something awesome happens at work. Whether it be a temp calling in and asking a random question OR something I say. Alicia brings great entertainment to the table as well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My most favorite line when I call someone to tell them they failed their drug test is this 'but it was only one time and it was a long time ago' I SO want to say 'Really, all it takes is one time, let me guess you didn't inhale, and by the way clearly it was less than 30 days ago' </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alicia and I are very random. We love to laugh. I could laugh all day long. We were settling on some money they she owed me for whatever reason- the picture says it all. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, the other day I took the elevator down to the mail room (yes, I am lazy). I stepped in and noticed something unusual on the floor. It was a nail. A finger nail to be exact...What the H. Who just rips their nail off and drops it on the floor of the elevator. O-M-G. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOljaBuP0ok4hYDlXdg9kaNIADlT92icdyy2DK63cgjXoi1IUjmUITuzvIjUMttVAiBAoyfICWaR_E0s7aQ9rIgt9Q5XdzUorH6RBtSsl-vN3h1AvnypJXNBQPUQxCQzZcFfLYMm1cC90/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG1605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOljaBuP0ok4hYDlXdg9kaNIADlT92icdyy2DK63cgjXoi1IUjmUITuzvIjUMttVAiBAoyfICWaR_E0s7aQ9rIgt9Q5XdzUorH6RBtSsl-vN3h1AvnypJXNBQPUQxCQzZcFfLYMm1cC90/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG1605.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This past Saturday Kevin took his truck to get an oil change. Hayden and I stayed in my car until he came out of Wal-Mart. Maybe we had a mini photo session and I don't edit my shoot. This is raw material. Let me quote what he told me before each picture..</span><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Hey, Lindsay, take my picture with me laying like this"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENaGeayLr4I8ycw2ktQsOe1mHLE6zESCBE6OMA_dqyCBS5NVMWC0R8sKrKvVbwocMsowI5MFna5XLYJ5-gDlWNuVErHBdHSscbQoSFxU7ysiYeWNWIECPm1vz106IZ-hKaRqyF86RWsOt/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG1612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENaGeayLr4I8ycw2ktQsOe1mHLE6zESCBE6OMA_dqyCBS5NVMWC0R8sKrKvVbwocMsowI5MFna5XLYJ5-gDlWNuVErHBdHSscbQoSFxU7ysiYeWNWIECPm1vz106IZ-hKaRqyF86RWsOt/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG1612.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Do I look like a monkey when I do this?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDFTWQZvckg6lB90R5e8dolt5o_Q8ikK4qtSKecibB81bmgROOS6FEAGbXcAcYZrkAb7If-CjqnIV5U6RlvxDcbOALuFQpc-ZCuJFAJaeMNyaoSoK64hE05OatHnWYtrS83ttctes3eV7/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG1613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDFTWQZvckg6lB90R5e8dolt5o_Q8ikK4qtSKecibB81bmgROOS6FEAGbXcAcYZrkAb7If-CjqnIV5U6RlvxDcbOALuFQpc-ZCuJFAJaeMNyaoSoK64hE05OatHnWYtrS83ttctes3eV7/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG1613.jpg" width="191" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "HAAAA, what do you think about this face, Lindsay? Do I look crazy?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSObLIgj-1wBvAwMJmweynt9Fp3UzOUN0Hb7Qc2-hAjW6eDW7-HiNwWZQyABr1ohRdGLamO8VwezFfRhatY3WlYbPKmzM4w2n_-UODzSd4_T0azBgkkdfwAfz-YnEJ32N1NQcusVrpvj0P/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG1615+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSObLIgj-1wBvAwMJmweynt9Fp3UzOUN0Hb7Qc2-hAjW6eDW7-HiNwWZQyABr1ohRdGLamO8VwezFfRhatY3WlYbPKmzM4w2n_-UODzSd4_T0azBgkkdfwAfz-YnEJ32N1NQcusVrpvj0P/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG1615+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Hey, um do you mind if I just put my feet out the window? It feels really good."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiioivj5R3_qkZuTN_KfxuAi9xm0XiZQwUAu99s5o4RYL4YXUmHXE_HvHziGw9eNBc92cR6K4EukSdGlfh7zp6DjQkVeMqglLRxf-Enoji9G8XbtHFil9yFlg1EJInahKIlsTykmTl-tzUn/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG1616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiioivj5R3_qkZuTN_KfxuAi9xm0XiZQwUAu99s5o4RYL4YXUmHXE_HvHziGw9eNBc92cR6K4EukSdGlfh7zp6DjQkVeMqglLRxf-Enoji9G8XbtHFil9yFlg1EJInahKIlsTykmTl-tzUn/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG1616.jpg" width="191" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Wait, let me get my eyes right."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVEN2mDBbUcunHp7fjpfP5xXRJYI2a4g3isbeAAe82rrfRjJqp1LZOs-W4roa1BcUD6STHHV9m32WvkNYNswfCUmrjRjmZ1fHayGZ7mgbmJwn7DFo05W1kslp-pFFL5TduXS5RL9fm-iq/s1600/100MEDIA_IMAG1617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVEN2mDBbUcunHp7fjpfP5xXRJYI2a4g3isbeAAe82rrfRjJqp1LZOs-W4roa1BcUD6STHHV9m32WvkNYNswfCUmrjRjmZ1fHayGZ7mgbmJwn7DFo05W1kslp-pFFL5TduXS5RL9fm-iq/s320/100MEDIA_IMAG1617.jpg" width="191" /></span></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My little Mattellen, she is the best. Sweet little girl has started bartering at school. I guess that is better than kicking kids or causing them not to want to sit by her. Or even scribbling out the teacher's notes. She came home on Tuesday and she said I made 52 cents and got some purple finger nail polish. I said really, how? She said 'Well, do you mind if I sell my purple scarf?' I started to answer and she interrupted me and said "Mom, it's already sold." Well, whatever. She sold it for more than I could have at a yard sale. I am curious to see what she sells next. I am sure the other little girls mother is wondering where her change is............................................</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanksgiving was nice. Kevin & I shared our first holiday as a married couple. It really does not feel any different. We dated for 3 years. This was not our first rodeo. Maybe, I pitched a huge stinkin' fit on our way to his mom's house. We will not go into details, but I sure tried to get my point across. Even went as far as turning around to go home. All over :::drum roll please::: Kevin NOT wearing his wedding band. I understand him not wearing it to work. Ok, fine. BUT I do expect he wear it to OUR FIRST HOLIDAY DINNER TOGETHER BEING MARRIED. Whatever. That's over. We made up. I will say we are both sooooooo stubborn. Oh, man. We did not speak the entire way to Waverly, which is a 2 hour drive. O-M-G. That was super hard for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We left Waverly around 1:45-2:00 to come back to Portland. We totally missed my mom's family Thanksgiving. Kind of hate that we missed that, but you can only be one place at a time and it just so happens that both of our families eat at the same time. I think we should start alternating years, we will see how that works out for us next year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Black Friday may just be one of my most favorite days of the year. I love love love love love love buying presents for people. I picked my mom up at 9pm and we headed to Electronic Express. I was after the 19inch flat screen TV's. Well, some girl in front of us in line was so totally annoying. It is amazing the things you learn about people. In 1 hour this is what I found out- stupid redneck girl (who had half of her pant leg tucked into her boot) has 2 kids, she lives in the top of her grandparents house with her husband, who by the way had to be at work at 5am. She was there for a 60 inch LED flat screen for her grandpa. She has a big dog and her pomerarian got ran over while she was pregnant with her last child who was born in January. Interesting huh? Oh it get's better....weird old lady who walked up behind us to get in line. She has a grandson, that is why she was out shopping. She was after the Android Tablet that was on sale for $69.99. She would not be out if it were not for him. She couldn't finish her root beer because she would have to use the rest room. She bought her watch at Fred's for $12 but had to buy a new band for it, a new battery, and all together now she has about $30 in her Fred's watch. Sweet. Here is the best one, we will refer to this one as the Harley man. ANNOYING. He made me want to cuss a lot. I didn't though. Anyway, he had his blue heeler in his car. He rides Harley's and solicits money for St. Jude's children hospital. He has several grandbabies, I lost count after 3 or 4. I think the final total was 7. He has a girlfriend. She was at Wal-Mart. When she calls him, he answers "yeah, baby" He was there for an Android Tablet as well. He and the weird old lady created an alliance, they were going to help each other out. Whatev. Anyway, he is a cancer survivor. Lung cancer to be exact. Oh yeah, here is the absolute best part. RIGHT after he told his lung cancer story and his purpose behind raising money for St Jude..................................he lit up a cigarette. I stopped feeling sorry for him at that point. Stupid redneck girl convinced me that the 24inch TVs were on sale for $119. SWEET. I was pumped for that deal. I go in, grab my items, and dang if we did not end up in the check out line with lung cancer survivor/harley ridin/ smoker. Here we go again, except this time he is chatting with my mom (who so graciously agreed to shop with me). He notices her Harley shirt, great. Just freaking great. This should open a whole new can of worms. EXCEPT, all he can say is "I love a woman with Harley Davidson across her chest" REALLY.....that is my mom and she is married to my step dad. I don't care if you love that, get your girlfriend a Harley shirt and tell her how much you love Harley across her chest. Some people. Anyway, he checks out and we are next. I had planned to pay with cash. Already had it all out and ready to pay. Low and behold, stupid redneck girl failed to tell me that the 24inch TVs for $119 were ACTUALLY computer monitors. O-M-G, again. So, my heck of a deal on TV's that I waited in line for over 2 hours for, ended up costing me an extra $100. Whatever, the kids got bigger TV's. They were still on sale, just not for $119. Life goes on & we went to Wal-Mart. Picked up the few things I needed there and dropped the mom off at 1am. The husband and I went back out the next morning. We had fun, spent money, bought more presents, and enjoyed being with each other. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My Black Friday advice: Don't talk in line. You will have a blog written about you :) Don't listen to anyone in line about what is or is not on sale. (So. Dumb. Of. Me.)......................</span>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901525855696666387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394334570886896714.post-33798175459324142592011-11-21T18:58:00.000-08:002011-11-21T18:58:45.337-08:00A pic from the toilet.... :)<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy Monday. More like, Happy Rainy Monday...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I guess we need rain. So the song says, what is it...<em> rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey, whiskey makes my baby be a little frisky.</em> In my case, whiskey makes my baby (the 31 year old) be a little silly!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Over the weekend, we had both the kids. When Mattellen and Hayden are together they either super love each other or super duper DO NOT get along. You see, Mattellen is the chief & so is Hayden. We all know what happens when you have too many chiefs and not enough indians. Yeah. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We went to the ICE! display at Gaylord Opryland on Saturday night. It was ok. The kids had fun, I guess that is all that really matters. They enjoyed the ice slide more than anything. Kevin & I loved watching all the kids come down the slide. The babies would get stuck half way down the slides and have to scoot their little behinds to the bottom. Our babies, would FLY down the slides and I held my breath until the got to the bottom. I could just imagine one of them whacking their mouth on the side of the slide & the outcome would not be great. THANK GOD that did not happen. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">A</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">nyway, on my way home today my phone kept buzzing. I was on the phone with Alicia and kept saying 'someone is trying to send me a picture, oh well, anyway, what were you saying' When I hung up the phone the picture finally came through...and I LOVE IT. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, with this time of year comes letter's to Santa. Kev and I have been asking the kids what they want to Christmas. Hayden has yet to come up with anything. His answer is always cheese. I have no idea where that is coming from but he claims he loves cheese. His cousin, Gracie, Aunt Jennifer, and Uncle Michael got him cheese for his birthday because that is what he told them he wanted. I guess you get what you ask for :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Mattellen on the other hand, well her Christmas list is a mile long and then some. Her letter went something like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">'Dear Santa Claus, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">What I want is a IPad2 and some high hills boots I ware size 5 1/2. I want a Ipode Touch. Can I have a Titans book? I want a laptop and I want music CDs. Coutry Music Cds. I want Party Rock music!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">P.S. I will do better</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Love, <br />
Mattellen',</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">All I can say is, I sure as heck hopes this Santa is loaded with money or his elves are able to build electronics. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I will have to say her letter made me giggle...I love the I will do better statement. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">She had to pull another card at school. She was trying to put her clip back in her hair and the teacher made her pull a card. I guess that's life. I told her next time to just leave her hair down and if she looked crazy then so be it, sure beats pulling a card for trying to put your hair back in place. She agreed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So, my line of work can be a little frustrating, rewarding, over whelming, and so on...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Especially, around the holidays. Today, I had a client who claims our employee has worked 60 hours and has not been paid, but no one knew he was working (in case you don't know I work for a staffing service). I call the guy who they THOUGHT was the employee and he claims he has never been to that facility, but proceeds to tell me that they can send him a check if they would like. Yeah. Whatever. Anyway, finally the mystery employee calls and says this is 'Milton' BUT yet he referred to himself at our client as 'Trey' o-m-g. No wonder you have not been paid, you are going by 57490584098 different names and NO knows who you are. Again, whatever. Needless, to say he wanted his check this week, so not going to happen, I am not a miracle worker. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">On to better things, Thanksgiving is coming up, in case you didn't know. :) Now you do. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I see lots of Facebook post about things people are thankful for, why not jump on the bandwagon. I am not thankful for these things only on certain days though, my would be an every day thankfulness. Drum roll please...........................</span><br />
<ol><li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My child. Life would not be the same without her. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My love for God. Sometimes, my mouth would make one think that I need to talk to God a little more. I swear I talk to him daily. I make the statement 'Dear Lord, help their little soul.' Often. Or I might say something like 'Lord, be with them' Or 'Lord, forgive me for what I am about to say' </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My mom & step dad. No explanation required. They are awesome. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My husband. He is my rock, my soul mate, my ONE true love. I love him more and more every day. Bottom line- I LOVE HIM. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Hayden. The relationship he and Kevin have is awesome. He has the best personality. He loves to joke around and I love that about him.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My grandparents. All of them. My Pa, Jr., is the strongest man I know. My Mema, oh how I miss her sweet face, her soft hands, her way of making everything ok, her pecan pie and sweet tea. Nanny & D-Dad, they love my child as if she is their own. I am SO lucky to still have them.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My mother in law. Her love for her children is amazing. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My job. I am so lucky to have my job. I am so lucky to have found a career that I enjoy (on most days)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My little dog, Noodle. Laugh if you want. Noodle may be a dog but he is my baby dog. I love his little heart to pieces. I love that he has to sleep under my legs. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dunkin Donuts sweet tea. Again, go ahead laugh. It's ok. You would be thankful for it too if you worked across the street from a DD. It helps me get through the day.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My friends. Tiff, Alicia, Kaci, Natalie, and so on....I love each and every one of them for different reasons. Natalie accepted me into the 'group' Kaci- oh my. She was the first person to talk to me in Beechmont, KY. She taught me how to play Texas Hold'em. Tiff- I cannot name only one reason. I just love her. Alicia- #1 her kids are cute HAHA!!! (inside joke, but if you want to be her friend then tell her that) #2 She helps me make it through the day. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway, today was interesting. Over the weekend, I received a phone call from Mattellen's teacher. I knew it was coming, my grandmother had already given me the heads up that there may have been some issues at school on Thursday. I never know what to expect with Mattellen. She is me made over. I was raised with all boys. I have taught Mattellen to be respectful, BUT...................some day's she forgets. That's ok. Life goes on. Apparently, on Thursday Mattellen had a slight falling out with the same <strike>brat </strike>classmate that we have dealt with since Kindergarten. This child and Mattellen have never been on the same page. In Kindergarten we had a falling out over a crayon, he wanted her crayon and decided to snatch it from her and she commenced to digging her nails into his arm. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In 1st grade they swapped several not so nice words. Now, in 2nd grade he has decided she needs erasers in her lunch. Mattellen kicked him. I cannot say that I blame her. If my co-worker put erasers in my food I would probably kick them too (just kidding Alicia)! The end result, they both had to miss recess and a note was sent home. WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.....I never got the note. My child, pulled the ultimate no-no. She scribbled out the note that her teacher sent home. Yep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Needless to say, the teacher and I had a long conversation about how unacceptable that was, as if I didn't know. I LOVE Mattellen's teacher. It was her 1st grade teacher as well, she is awesome with the kids. I wish Mattellen could have her every year! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The teacher and I talked about several things. I guess some parents have called and complained on Mattellen (oops!) and have requested their child does not sit next to mine. Now, this did not go over well with me AT ALL. When my child is wrong I will be the first to let her know about it, but I will also be the first to defend her. I spoke up after the teacher made me aware of the other parents request. Mattellen comes home at least 3 days out of the week and informs me that some child has said something mean. I chalk it up to kids will be kids blah blah...and let it go. Other parents call the teacher. I guess I will start calling the teacher every time Mattellen complains. You know, since I have all the time in the world to call her teacher about kids being mean. Whatever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No matter how many notes Mattellen scribbles out- she is still my baby and I love her to the moon and back. She sure is giving me a taste of my own medicine. I was told that my own child would be my payback. With that being said, Heaven help my Mom! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway, the end result of Mattellen's mishap. I made her do 10 write offs. 'I will not scribble out notes.' Before she started them, she said do I have to put a period at the end of the sentence. Um, yes child you do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I also made her write her teacher an apology letter. Her first letter went like this: 'Dear Ms. Hartman, I am so very sorry that I scribbled out the note you wrote to my mom. I won't do it again. Will you please forgive me? Love, Mattellen.' </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I did not let her take that to school. I was afraid the teacher would think that I made her ask for forgiveness. I let her know that Ms. Hartman forgave her & she only needed to apologize. Her new note said: 'Ms. Hartman, I am so very sorry that I scribbled out the note that you wrote my mommy. I will never do that again. Love, Mattellen' </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The teacher took her note and thanked her for the apology. Pray for me. I have a feeling I have a few long years ahead of me. I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.</span>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901525855696666387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394334570886896714.post-51457861450512072662011-11-13T18:09:00.000-08:002011-11-13T18:09:41.608-08:00Here's to being a geek, that's what my husband said...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So, I have never blogged before. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, I decided tonight that I would start a blog. As soon as I said, I am going to blog, my husband immediately called me a geek. He said 'what in the world are you going to blog about?' Then something like 'I'm gonna blog you.' And so on...he continued. I thought, why not make this blog about him, since he thinks I am so uncool now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He even asked me if I wanted tape for my glasses, LOL. What a terd. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Although, I am super in love with that terd no matter if he thinks I am a geek for blogging or not. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He and I just bought our first house, we have been married a little over a month. We got married 1 day after our 3 year anniversary. Well, our 'meeting' anniversary. It took Kevin 6 months to put a 'title' on our relationship. Took him 6 more months to tell me that he loved me. Although, I had already sorta told him. I will never forget how he said it either 'I love ya terd' Yep, I honestly didn't expect anything more. I was always "terd" to him until a year or so ago. Then I became, baby, sweetie, honey, all the typical lovey dovey names. I got a little mad at him for some reason, I am sure I had a right to be mad (maybe). In the midst of me <strike>telling</strike> screaming/yelling at him why I was mad, I said something along the lines of 'I JUST LOVE YOU THAT'S ALL' then the awkward moment of silence started. Whatever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Kevin was hell bent that he was NOT going to have a girlfriend much less fall in love.<strong> HA!</strong> His plan didn't quite work out so well, huh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I remember when we first started 'talking.' He told me not to text him a lot because that is what 'crazy' girls do. Needless to say, I was terrified to even text him after that statement. We met on September 23rd, went to dinner and hung out at his apartment. We went on another date later that week and so on...then he left to work out of town, also decided he was moving back to Waverly (his hometown) and I thought well this is it, I will never see this guy again. Guess, I was wrong too. I see him every day & I love it.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDY8FelNNwdrVHUvSbGmtxrLczGWHXReVj8KCsZRTYKD9GDhwikhEUL3_RDMh8d4MT2QdJOyPvgxmHhgMWXtA4XL3Cd-_zh5CzOeLUnJA9DDmD1B5ST6kmCsGSaqgKhtzqzMgOKdJVDC2/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDY8FelNNwdrVHUvSbGmtxrLczGWHXReVj8KCsZRTYKD9GDhwikhEUL3_RDMh8d4MT2QdJOyPvgxmHhgMWXtA4XL3Cd-_zh5CzOeLUnJA9DDmD1B5ST6kmCsGSaqgKhtzqzMgOKdJVDC2/s200/daddy.jpg" width="133" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sa2VHLbyev9uznpx1qhvZK6f0IfPj_ncOKtdojczUzXxJViwHeZ0wbjp_PNA5eiSHjjb0k0j884dMd6NCulvh4Q_yJbtPr94Lm13ZAf5CW-v0HZeacIYaSE3F-qFOqf3rbFzQHARNnEe/s1600/matte+mommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sa2VHLbyev9uznpx1qhvZK6f0IfPj_ncOKtdojczUzXxJViwHeZ0wbjp_PNA5eiSHjjb0k0j884dMd6NCulvh4Q_yJbtPr94Lm13ZAf5CW-v0HZeacIYaSE3F-qFOqf3rbFzQHARNnEe/s200/matte+mommy.jpg" width="160" /></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Then we decided to throw our kids into the mix. They are almost the same age, Hayden is a few months older than Mattellen. Hayden is a spitting image of his dad. Looks like him, acts like him, gets mad and crosses his arms like him, you get the picture...and Mattellen well, she is my mini-me. We do not look quite as much alike as the boy's do, but there are some similarities. She does act like me- smart mouth, sassy, out spoken, and so on...again you get the picture. Put us all together and we are one big happy family!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">On June 27th, 2011 Kevin popped the question. I knew it was coming, I helped him pick out the ring. I just had <u>NO IDEA</u> when. I really wasn't expecting it to be in our living room when I came home from work. I thought Kevin would have made a big deal out of it, not because he felt like he needed to or because he wanted to (he is very conservative and we all know I am not) but because he thought I would want a big deal. He even consulted with my friend, Alicia. She gave him some ideas and they came up with July 4th during fireworks. I guess Kevin couldn't wait that long. Anyway, I came home, went to the mailbox, walked back in the house, and found Kevin on one knee. I grabbed his face and tried to kiss him, knocked the ring out of his hand, and his response was 'I have not even asked you yet' So, we started the process again. I stepped back and allowed him room to breathe and then it happened. 'Baby, will you marry me?' Of course, I said YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I had to Facebook it- you know how the saying goes "It's not official until it's on Facebook" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">September 24th, 2011. I became Lindsay Adams. </span><br />
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