tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65596443386742243842024-03-13T14:25:39.941-04:00Life in the house of no sleep.....My day begins at dark O clockCammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.comBlogger260125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-63761575862094622722012-03-14T15:21:00.001-04:002012-03-14T15:22:50.015-04:00This is going to be a problem for me.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMT0gLV8GdpQr8rBdQcjiaEu3RedoqaounCfvff00m58nPwx4bHMC23AM_6EAMqQj2kh_u-MwzlZugMPRkQcHV0Rv2gcThKv94Rw4R_aYchtO4G3wKm7niQxvUPqWs9Jt8zZbFLEvqEE/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719835415270191346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMT0gLV8GdpQr8rBdQcjiaEu3RedoqaounCfvff00m58nPwx4bHMC23AM_6EAMqQj2kh_u-MwzlZugMPRkQcHV0Rv2gcThKv94Rw4R_aYchtO4G3wKm7niQxvUPqWs9Jt8zZbFLEvqEE/s320/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-17408506334853440412011-11-21T20:12:00.002-05:002011-11-21T20:15:03.491-05:00Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!<p>Congratulations Amanda!!! Random # generator kicked up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">numero</span> 4 and that was YOU. Shoot me an email at thewinequeen@gmail.com with and I will let you know how to claim your prize!</p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-10065883860480457142011-11-12T20:24:00.010-05:002011-11-13T18:21:23.894-05:00My Memories Suite- Digital Scrapbook software giveaway!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_McEzWy3Us5J6viGCMunE2_N3LCUZD7kdcfqeRZo7toXc2fgfx9khxiX8eEka3XWmE9OhC8xxMn7qmIiSvaGr5jOtn536lT9jX-hGmSGdR28f0lRJ1VVsUxHmtxK0gW4P9QkRXnUqGA/s1600/mymemories.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_McEzWy3Us5J6viGCMunE2_N3LCUZD7kdcfqeRZo7toXc2fgfx9khxiX8eEka3XWmE9OhC8xxMn7qmIiSvaGr5jOtn536lT9jX-hGmSGdR28f0lRJ1VVsUxHmtxK0gW4P9QkRXnUqGA/s320/mymemories.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674624501939962466" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am so very excited to announce that I have been asked to do a review and a giveaway of an awesome digital scrapbook program called <a href="http://www.mymemories.com/">My Memories Suite</a></div><p>I have been a scrapbooker before I even knew that is what I was doing. I had always loved to put my pictures in albums with cute sayings or stickers and over the years my hobby developed into an actual craft.<br /></p><br /><p>When digital scrapbooking came into play I never thought I would get into it. I thought it was cheating actually. To me the point of scrapbooking was all of the awesome embellishments that went into it. I've learned my lesson this past week! <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mymemories.com">My Memories Suite</a> is the #1 rated digital scrapbook software. It is so easy to use that even a total novice to digital scrapbooking (ahem, ME) can use it and make awesome pages. You can make individual pages from scratch, or choose from TONS of different designer templates. There are so many different papers and embellishments to choose from that I was totally overwhelmed. In a good way</p><br /><br /><p>Once you create your masterpiece there are about a billion different ways to share it. You can print the pages. You can have them professionally printed and put into hardbound books. Turn it into a movie for a DVD or even your iPod. Add music, add video, seriously, add the kitchen sink.</p><br /><br /><p>I had SO much fun playing with this software that I finally had to just STOP and write this review.</p><br /><br /><p>Probably my favorite thing about using a digital program was how easy it was for me to throw some GOOD pages together. Over the years of having kids I have found that my hobby took a back burner because getting my stuff out, or packing it up to go somewhere just took too long. Playing with this program the past week......I did so while sitting on the couch, catching up on DVR and still spending time with the husband. I never had to worry about not having something that I needed because I was either using already put together kits, or just finding cute stuff on the website. The program itself is priced WAY less than it should be, and adding on extra stuff is only a few bucks. There is also TONS of free stuff to add into the program. I used a lot of those kits too. All that and no mess to clean up? Yes please.</p><br /><br /><p>So I'm going to share some of the pages I made...and THEN I'm going to tell you how to WIN a full copy of the software for yourself!! I like to share.</p><p>The first thing I tried was to make a few pages from scratch. Mallory at the beach last year, and then just one of my favorite pictures of her from a few years ago. Simple but still cute.<br /></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSABgpIebzOW3yK9f7c2CqEqg_3lCdWJG4-gF7zfTfPHCDr33e7HGtySXv1rpSiJxlqEqsM3_gQeoaLmuO_sLh0F6Qr-zZTDIGRbmsi-9-k-twkqDTCCrpd2bzBzjo4ZsmLxIKVjcBjB8/s320/test-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674291148759179522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJC8ow2Ttp2kJdlXDSWqILUBgGb3e3TojlHVhRc9NSsY-oY-K7d6rjsnladFC8Q5CuTYDvvdGpSa5Dv9G0gjsNfm0o6qllc_hk8kQwcVhvhyphenhyphenDwqUjIWil10CzJaNK7jG9QJAv2Iru3J3U/s320/test4-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674291145415409570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><p>Then I tried a few coordinating pages. These ones took me like 2 minutes....added pics, added some text and that was all. The pages were already done, I just had to drag my pictures in.</p></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ve6tQP_wI5AvaOZ_VCZjVjJF-yEH1vfDi4LTMmmx50xzGgr992jiK-1r6odeE2NZV3kGipvTh5SPXtwACtYtY-xFp5m4zPtxWUm82lOILTpLXhvOVyr_ZZzu1szwtBAqurl7XWvaCoo/s320/test4-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674291148168971410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNITENJJNL5GSzFw2crQsJzRHL_gzt9I_QrysmapPfRc1vg6snz9ViKwjpxjByNbnAqMISYQEoZfRZxBVtax97pul6VaDQmK9Ip0Iyjwj9xf-O33WZuc_RziVrbASnfc6f7TiMNG0-0og/s320/test4-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674291145678289298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Finally I decided to do a little album. They had tons of cute Christmas stuff so I decided to put something together with that.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKYTjIE8oJQuL-EJYDgR8w_tYxGTEJaUefWuh-H5RWc7eFdZRlIaXMyedXGzLMhsT1fAPD0drXPLkGoPepoM1Vb0iPIPL1xQEmK1imLMGkM3Ull1m4PqJz1-VQgkMKkciWgpQkUo8HwM/s320/My+Album+2-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674293662582023522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheq5Tt5iOEWVHpYy5H0a8jWYTuwJMTE8YnM8QbgAMslvNwYVkI5YrJhN8wwuuBDIYIdF-xA7K-aYiJ4EmHWyG1GjTL4oe-uFI1cxSBCrveXf5q9zD1RHFxOdoxCHC_imAVmuYMNwYLi4U/s320/My+Album+2-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674293662467313778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><p></p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELlxo1dpNPYBP0xgN6CKcvkpvx6XLhyphenhyphenHLuq32S4ELvBrtE7T80mPVGu9gIOMx11GpyRP19aodoMZ_1t8tsCZc_0fPBK6WL6CvERqadhAAdRes36oQpbNJFkpN6UnFuJByn23CZ4sZrKQ/s320/My+Album+2-005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674293671857553586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwKPtVvxOd37LQX65VFUJGn1CSlbQZ37JCXmqGo239-0vvyx9FVLw7ehCyoPR755OsJZ0FcN1aDHScl2lx-cgBxFlIYAqWt6wqjeW6oWvS913zhv2Izg_iF8F3PcDQstyR7VENeaAyMA/s320/My+Album+2-006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674293838008317810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2nfCDQIacEKNbioOz9R__3cerLYuxMMxofoQ0bDH7V904ozUiTwC-NiDkq3X6N31W89-IFYsJ8Nt9empWbUYBAj4Rt4wgNfo4NqSTWb2ArifOGf1fqiz0MVa5vH7tbS21b-aFb5jtz0/s320/My+Album+2-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674293671248152018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPyVmbvoY8fcirDSgeKNLtqagknK-DEjk848ENzVjYSjK5wQQ5ip4xcU2i1KujudPFIFboA5r_gor_jCvqOzEVoA00lsgyC_9FzfswCe6MtAvsc5uK-vTIzln4ykWzZkFwSFxDZRneORo/s320/My+Album+2-004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674293669421030706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGx-kYS8bcsO1TfsRS0I0qThfC4au5bwMGimTc1c2jMKy7aqsil_xMGP5mszWEe51OxjDDOF52J8MW2E_Uw4jOWUMvfVJUFNocFxkMF7KwlkhR39zqhj8HDH5UvOm7Amwn7LTuttdp-Yw/s320/My+Album+2-007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674293837943032626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Seriously.....so much fun.<p></p><p>OK, here is the part you are waiting for. HOW to enter to win. Go to <a href="http://www.mymemories.com/">My Memories Suite</a> and look around. Come back and leave me a comment telling me which kit you like the best. Easy!</p><br /><br /><p>Want extra entries? Follow the <a href="http://www.mymemoriesblog.com/">My Memories Blog</a>, Like <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/MyMemories/140359372717593?sk=app_111917138820507">their Facebook page</a> or follow them on <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/mymemoriessuite">their Twitter</a>. Post a link to THIS post on your blog for another entry. Just leave me a separate entry for each "extra"</p><br /><br /><p>One last thing! In addition to giving a full program to one of my readers, My Memories Suite has also given me a code to share with you for $10 off the purchase of the program, and $10 additional in store credit....hey, you cant ALL win the entire program. Should you not be the lucky winner, and you still want to buy the program just enter STMMMS1186 at checkout for $10 off and $10 in store credit</p><br /><br /><p>This giveaway will end on 11/20/11</p></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-size:85%;">I was provided with a free download of the MMS software to that I might be able to provide an honest review</span></span></div><div><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p></div>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-24108771929639572352011-08-30T08:15:00.002-04:002011-08-30T08:18:19.769-04:00On the second day of kindergarten my brother said to me......<p>"Mallory.....when you see me in the hall way.....pretend that you dont"</p>
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<br /><p></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-67582781259212181682011-03-10T11:00:00.005-05:002011-03-10T11:20:48.252-05:00But, Peter, how do we get to Never Land<p>Have you heard of <a href="http://pixyland.org/peterpan/">this guy?</a><br /><p>He thinks he is Peter Pan. For realz. This "boy" dances around the United States dressed like Peter Pan and he even <a href="http://pixyland.org/peterpan/OurWedding1.html">married Tinker Bell</a> which if you really think about it is kind of creepy</p><br /><br /><p>Last November while at the airport picking up some of my besties for another weekend of sinning the following transpired</p><br /><p>Joe comes up to me after going to get a cup of coffee and informs me that he just saw Robin Hood. In our airport. I looked at him like he was stupid and he kept insisting that he saw Robin Hood. A guy dressed in a Renaissance looking get up complete with tights.</p><br /><br /><p>Now I have actually HEARD of this guy before through a friend of mine but quickly burned the image from my brain and never thought of him again. Unlike my friend Kelly who was in town from Long Island and immediately knew it HAD to be the Peter Pan guy. Right, because Columbus does not have it's own fair share of freaks in tights?</p><br /><br /><p>so like the assholes we are we tore off in the direction Joe saw him. He was not hard to find. And like the asshole I am I went right up to him and asked him if he was that "guy from the Internet" to which he replied "I am that boy". I am not exaggerating when I say he look beat up. Like he had had a rough night with the other lost boys the night before. His endeavour to not grow up was failing because Randy Pan looked OLD</p><br /><br /><p>But instead of (verbally) judging him I did what any other person who do if they met Peter Pan at the airport. I asked for a picture.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582486209875279250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOZ9Yk-TlRSTMoiBl9Cq7pXLbL8oaCw8xmFnwI_QNlP5-RxDLmDoiqaEhVkVCXNE-YC9A8wF7fInelOwP85z3T9yueFlOkri3g4vUFxYOo2outeBCYc_iO5ePmvrCXKgl-ec27G0yVY4E/s320/peterpan.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Sadly for Kelly and I, he was all out of pixie dust</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-26101640098099409332011-03-09T09:57:00.002-05:002011-03-09T10:01:34.608-05:00Hellloooooooo??<p>So I want to get back to this. I really do. I actually had a friend email me this week and ask where the hell I have been. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> usually have trouble finding SOMETHING to talk about. Verbal diarrhea has always come quite easy to me. I see I still have almost 200 followers but how many of them are actually keeping up with me via reader? I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> blame the ones that left, hello.....Ive been BORING. So, I will try and kick this back into gear.</p><br /><br /><p>Ready......here I go.......</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-56017697473061132672010-10-29T22:01:00.004-04:002010-10-29T22:07:43.732-04:00How my 4 year old got crabs<p>Last week at dance class Mallory got crabs.</p><br /><p>This conversation may be less funny in say 12 years but last week it was pretty funny. Every week after dance if the girls are good they get stamps on their hands. Last week while I <s>enjoyed 60 minutes of uninterrupted kindle time</s> payed close attention to my little ballerina she did an excellent job.</p><br /><br /><p>She came running out of class with a smile on her face and announced......Mommy, I got crabs!!! Instantly another little girl proclaimed "I got crabs too!!!!" Mallory then announced as loud as could be....."We ALL got crabs in dance class"</p><br /><br /><p>Sure enough, on each little hand was a big old smily crab stamp. While the moms in the lobby tried not to die laughing the little girls girls just smiled away about the crabs they got in dance class.</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-54558075050673136412010-08-25T19:48:00.009-04:002010-08-25T20:16:53.981-04:00Pickles are the New Goose<p>So I was assaulted by a jar of pickles yesterday. No, really. I'm still not sure how it happened but as I was leaned all the way down getting something out of the crisper drawer for the kids </p><p>I all of the sudden saw little stars and birds floating around. That shit is really true! After the fog cleared and I looked down I realized that I had just been nailed in the back of my head by a 32 oz jar of pickles It had fallen directly on my head from the top shelf. About 3 feet. Exhibit A showing the size of the jar in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">comparison</span> with a bottle of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vicodin</span></p><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gRpQJJchNasV3rTTTdtaloNlQPI_ll7mSmKIVqIdKHTNt6JanMRrPceNY24D6a2pLpXPLKmjVv9Ed22V3xG99iAhenU7S-PYqWzxIoQV2W3FFiXI0OxleyhPm144mH-oVWmlyWKbVnU/s320/IMG00339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509504539626081970" /><br /><br /><p>Due to my insane bawling the kids started to freak out which made my skull throb. I just wanted (for the love of all that is holy) for them to be quiet long enough for me to decide if 1) I was going to pass out, and 2) if I were bleeding from the brain. Neither seemed to be the case so I sent Joe (who was in class) a few texts about how I was just clobbered by a pickle jar. In true man form he was all, "Man that sucks" not "Hey do you need me to leave and come home" But whatever.</p><br /><br /><p>I managed to survive the rest of the evening with a throbbing headache like none I have ever experienced. Hindsight I probably should have NOT gone to bed but I did at least ask him to poke me a few times in the middle of the night and make sure I was not dead. I stayed home today, still feeling kind of dizzy and just off. Plus I was not quite ready to face my co workers knowing that they would all soon know that on top of geese I also apparently am on the pickles death list</p><br /><br /><p>I ended up going to urgent care today because the headache and "weird" feeling that I cant so much describe would not go away. I sat across from the intake girl and when she asked why I was there responded with "I was attacked by a jar of pickles" She stared. I stared. And when she realized that I was not kidding she began making notes</p><br /><br /><p>I underwrite health insurance. A perk of this job is getting to read all of the random shit that people tell their doctors. When you tell your Dr that your marriage is in trouble because of your addiction to hookers or that you just cant seem to shake the vaginal itching they write that shit down verbatim. Forever in my medical records it now says "hit on the head by a jar of pickles.</p><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_3KkKNyf-e7QUf3a90sOem183oAxJA3H2oB-4QXbE_zE_rANUF-yvH1r9DEQQZ_McKsTvbJJN5YpzhdPNX3wB0Ig9o_sOeYNojVeNAGtbq5aNFnDRZruhUCkjBT7Ox2SYqARGkCpbEw/s320/IMG00340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509504547665190914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p>Diagnosis? Concussion. For <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">realz</span>. Treatment? Nada. There is not a thing to be done about concussions other than don't sleep more than 4 hours at a time without being pestered and don't drink. Both which I have already failed to comply with. Don't judge, the wine helps with the headache.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>So adding to the list of things I hate with a raging passion (geese, sold out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">NKOTB</span> cruises and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Snookie</span>) I officially add pickles. And yes I forgive you for laughing because truly....who is NOT going to laugh at a chick who gets a concussion from a pickle jar. I would.</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p></div>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-36364954422675979632010-08-23T10:56:00.005-04:002010-08-23T11:08:40.994-04:00I ♥ Faces Beach Fun Photo Challenge!Anyone still out there, or am I lost to the blogging world forever? I do really want to make a return to the land of blogging. I have much to tell....how my love for NKOTB had me drive to and from Chicago in 24 hours.....how my still not sold house flooded while on vacation....another mommy's gone wild weekend with my besties...." That said, today I want to participate in this weeks <a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/">I Heart Faces</a> photo challenge. I wish I had the original but I cant find it darnit. I don't love the vignette but I do love the pic! <p><br /></p><br /><p>Oh how I wish I were at the beach right now!! This picture is from our 2009 vacation to Holden Beach, NC. Mallory was not a fan of the beach but so long as she stayed on the "dry sand" she was a happy girl. Please click over to I heart faces to see more awesome pics!</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508620710881612578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpVFuPUdDOEuZJ7CwITTc1A7g8HcLEBOVFOa_WY6SRyL7w831dgfDFSI0fbPZkKiLGYOMUyhVoRTmoq3AgCMpD8QUV2Fo1N2jqoKkjOrBVDSyxX5D07Z8Dn4cgKklx_UEgqQZWZUnFQI/s320/Beach+09+112.jpg" border="0" /><br /><center><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"><img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" /></a></center> <br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-14575268999943368572010-04-23T21:14:00.004-04:002010-04-23T21:29:22.518-04:00Selling a house.....kind of sucks<p>So not loving the process of selling my house. Don't get me wrong, I really REALLY want it to sell but the "showing" part of it is 76 shades of on my nerves.</p><br /><br /><p>This is how it works. The realtor people call me with only an hour or so of notice and ask to show. Usually this occurs while I am at work. I leave work, hence sucking up my personal time (of which I only get so many hours per year), run home, turn on all my lights, spray the house with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">febrize</span> cooking smell shit to make it all home-y, turn on my super cool <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wii</span> aquarium, get my dogs and leave. People who <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> have pets have it WAY easy when it comes to home selling. This is where the real fun begins. Since I have stalker <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tendencies</span> and patience issues I like to circle my hood and wait until I see the people are actually IN my house. Then I place myself strategically at the bottom of my road so I can see what kind of people are looking at my house, but also so I know when they are gone and I can throw the dogs BACK inside and get back to work.</p><br /><br /><p>The other day it went something like this. I get home, do all of the above steps, and sit in my car with 2 dogs and wait. And wait. And wait. Usually they show up towards the beginning of their hour and are gone 10-15 minutes later. Not so much this time. As I wait I notice Pierce's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">DS</span> in the car with me. SCORE. I start to play random Mario mini games.....did you know you can play poker on Super Mario Bros? THEN I notice that the old dude who's house <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">I'm</span> chilling out beside giving me the eyeball. Like he is nervous that the chick rocking the mini van with a poodle and a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Yorkie</span> might be a threat to the hood. I end up getting out and talking to him for a few minutes, explained my situation, and once he knew I was not casing the joint but that I OWNED the joint he was good to go. Get back in my car and the phone rings. Douche bag realtor running late, had to cancel. May as well have light a fire to my hour and a half of personal time.</p><br /><br /><p>Also fun was the 614-715 showing last night. Only because Mallory had not had a bath since Sunday and was starting to have a cloud <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ala</span> Pig Pen from Snoopy following her around. Thankfully I have a close friend who lives by. I packed up kids and dogs and totally gave my daughter a bath at my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">friend's</span> house. Speaking of the kids......they are pretty much over it too. They are tired of me making them keep their toy room spotless ALL the time, tired of me telling them not to get stuff out. The only thing they think is cool is looking for the "card" that the realtor leaves behind.</p><br /><br /><p>Sigh. Please send house selling vibes. The tax credit is over in like 8 days and I am running out of places to hide STUFF</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-38899853604459865172010-04-14T12:56:00.003-04:002010-04-14T13:07:42.222-04:00D-Bag Mom Sends Adopted Kid Back To Russia<p>So I am sure most of you heard that some douche bag mother of the year sent her 8 year old adopted kid BACK to Russia, ALONE. Yeah, I get that she thought he was psychotic, and a danger to her family, but really? Just send him back with a note?"</p><br /><br /><p>So today I happen across a poll on CNN.com asking if adoptive parents should be permitted to return their kids. I was surprised that it was fairly close at something like 46% yes and 54% no. Really? I think this is total and complete crap. If I can't send my kids back to where THEY came from why should other parents be able to do so? And way to screw up international adoptions from Russia!</p><br /><br /><p>asshat</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-16427717605078443822010-04-13T15:00:00.003-04:002010-04-13T15:06:25.071-04:00Have You Ever............<p>Tried to sell a house with 2 kids (not to mention 2 dogs and 2 cats) living in it? Yeah, well it is not easy. In fact it just plain sucks. We have so much <s>shit</s> STUFF. So much. So much stuff that when they are not watching <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> throwing away random happy meal toys, or small toys with pieces missing. The house is clean.....even the toy room, but the hard part is KEEPING it that way. Getting the kids to actually put their crap away when they get it out vs just leaving stuff all over the play room. Making beds every morning.....which makes me late for work! I've never really been one for making beds every morning to be honest. What is the point? We are just going to mess it up again with all that mad sex we have every single day <snort></p><br /><br /><p>While I have been trying to organize and clean stuff Joe has been busting his butt doing the "manly stuff". Painting, putting in new faucets in the bathrooms (goodbye 1980's) shampooing the carpet, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ect</span>. He cusses an awful lot while doing home <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">improvement</span> (or putting things together that require one of those little wrench things). He is also guaranteed to say each of the following phrases...."<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sonofabitch</span>" and "This <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">doesn't</span> make any sense"</p><br /><br /><p>We have had 3 showings this first week it has been up. Today starts week 2. I'm trying very hard not to be excited about the house we want to build and where we want to build it because until we sell our house we cant do anything. I'm not one for patience. Shocker I know.</p><br /><br /><p>I just want it to sell and sell fast so I can go live in an apartment for 6 months with said 2 kids, 2 dogs and 2 cats. I mean who doesn't want to do THAT?</p><br /><br /><p>Wish us luck! Do I even have anyone left in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bloggy</span> land to WISH me luck? I know, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">I'm</span> a slacker....<vp><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-76103949319606237992010-04-02T09:46:00.004-04:002010-04-02T09:52:16.272-04:00Horny Geese Suck<p>Not sure there is much else to say when you get an email from your place of employment that says the following</p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><em>A goose is nesting near the pond path. There have been some reports that the goose’s mate is acting in an aggressive nature toward people walking on or near the path. Until further notice please do not walk on the pond path.</em></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537530618161746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfg7kDh0nWxeTbm5lAXf2yHOoRP7mpMMo1SXWeBXdJ86m4WWvGPZCS-B6AjIL0QiDBooCvGqNOHQMzc5u9Ge7dq9Uux_J0wcmgnip3mG_Jnv5z0YSyRQcboK-kkVVbgwu-TbGKtbu05w/s320/goose1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>I refuse to be a victim</p><br /><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-2399361135486047732010-03-19T13:56:00.007-04:002010-03-19T15:21:36.583-04:00Hardwood Floors+Small Dogs=Awesome<p>Ahhhhh, order has somewhat been restored in The House of No Sleep. Well, as much order as there ever was I suppose. The fine workers from Lowe's left my house on Wed and from there began the process of putting the house back together. And with it, my sanity</p><br /><br /><p>3 days without TV for my kids was like poor Tiger going 3 days without sexting with some skank. And when the kids don't have TV to entertain him....they want Joe and I to do it. I kid I kid....I really do STUFF with them...I just love me some <a href="http://tv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/phineasandferb/">Phineus and Ferb </a>when I want to say take a crap without a small child on my lap, or refill my wine glass.</p><br /><br /><p>But I digress.</p><br /><br /><p>Hardwood <s>floors</s> laminate with tiny bark-y dogs.....WICKED FUN</p><br /><br /><p>Gone are the days when I have to interact with my husband and children for amusement. Now I find it in the form of a rawhide and a yorkie (I don't mess with Scarlet....she is my baby). I will spend HOURS upon HOURS of watching the yorkie slide across the floor in pursuit of whatever toy I have tossed. I feel like a need a point system....5 points if he hits a wall for example. When he goes running after the cats?? He is like poor Scooby running from a ghost....his feet are moving but it just takes him a good 10 seconds to get anywhere. It. Is. Awesome. I wish I had video to share but instead I will just show off the new floors!</p><br /><br /><div align="center">you can see small bark-y dog down in the corner...little does he know the fun that will soon be had<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450408280099396914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZ0W3lYLUGPaLdPOJutxvxtXJ6x2970rzKxNcGo7tONxXZdY537Lwd6gxzKr8c42rQ4CYU-bQKV9m4WBrbjmYzt09ZDaC86kg2CGzl46okpnWl-_qX5jxZAcsHjxFkGRcQogPvhCujDo/s320/floors1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450408517245805282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkXrvmzvXeSzPNbLBy5uorhPg4Lt0RDuCf47cBHu1XFoeDe2-o8dnbxWvgTmjicPw4W0IMcLa7HrfkYF8Jc6UUkcgF7eiji5i1wu0NZogzu-gLrq3PqPIdjV_e3OFTG1gHb6VE1TMtb4/s320/floors2.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450408634944523362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkv8VCysSmjZz8XtgQs7e5HLvRvXvkOYczM3TFftfwvEDBsAhcX5InWJhF2TfQYH1PArsxoWpS6vVkMYESqzvUB3FeqfDMVqZl2SY_150iDSyalkissm3DSavh7E6fWy5b8WzHHJFQeWo/s320/floors4.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>PS--on a totally unrelated note....although I guess it does sort of have to do with DOGS....who can guess what Im buying this weekend? Who is with me?</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-56198366350562896542010-03-15T07:59:00.006-04:002010-03-15T08:23:56.378-04:00The price of remodeling<p>Yeah, so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> not talking about the monetary price although that was a bit rough too. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> talking about the mental price! For the next 3 days my house will be in total chaos. More so than usual.</p><br /><br /><p>Joe and I spent the weekend moving our living room into the <s>family room</s> toy room. At first the kids thought it was cool to have random furniture piled up in their space but that did not last long. We also had to clean out 2 closets that have not seen the light of day since Betty White was a little girl.</p><br /><br /><p>The most fun though was watching poor Joe tear out the cabinet and sink in our downstairs bathroom. It cost him 2 trips to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lowes</span> and almost a finger. Good times. I had the task of cleaning the dining room. See, we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> so much DINE in the dining room. We have a beautiful round table in there and we use it to store our STUFF. By stuff I mean anything we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">don't</span> know what to do with. I cant even define STUFF because it was truly just a whole lot of random.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448834306824848466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bHv9iHHAE6m5OWCVFY-mt63OyMoH5-nGces5B3U6ScjSABZGz4_OnZ625Thm1pWDiivaZr1k98mOfS_vo9iyQP3QB0iNYgaNOMqaUsYZvOKYceDw0btpG_MttFrEegCrcX9zfHvVpBs/s320/bathroom.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Most of the STUFF in the dining room was my scrapbook stuff. It was everywhere!! I was in dire need of some organization. So, I talked Joe into letting me claim a little corner of it for my "craft". It was SUPER pretty until we moved more crap into the dining room that overflowed from the toy room</s><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448834354993195170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxNN6O1XbDZfHCr7Vtx-ysocuwu__XFpJBUKGs9qqxyhxwL8r9TLKHr7SMUfQ3ojJjbPgkJSn11lOAgtY74xPQ77SBP000aAA8Bfc4tbAqmc_8kv9AzQezpukE1XILgfkBnc5oJ-sJeQ/s320/scrap.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />The biggest crisis of the day though? No, it was not trying to throw random kid toys away while they were not looking (I was like a ninja), it was not finding missing neighborhood children under our couches(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ew</span>)....it was THIS</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448834415834333186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBnWb10L7ttuy2EpsobRXAheG17RvekLliCzMjFU2f6B0aIQ_L5ZStscDeRSVxKofSwesflju8YsHBaY-FPyp37_K6Xq2_jHl-pEOKY2fF4i9OUNwojkeGUSYX5ln5YHXZOaQwMLfmoU/s320/wine.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Look close class....do you see what that is? That is my wine rack and in front of it is a CHAIR and tons of other crap. Guess who forgot to pull out a bottle prior to it being blocked? Guess who sent her husband climbing through it all to pull me out a rescue bottle? NOW who's a ninja??</p><br /><br /><p>Come Wednesday though it will be all worth it. I will have beautiful new floors and will be able to spend my free time watching my dogs try to run on laminate hardwood. And when cats puke up smaller cats on my floor a quick wipe up will take care of it. Good times? Indeed</p><br /><br /><p>Please go visit my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bloggy</span> friend <a href="http://conversationswithacraftingfool.blogspot.com/2010/03/open-open-open.html">Jenny</a>. She has opened up a new <a href="http://addelyn.bigcartel.com/">store </a>(oh how I wish I could sew)and is having a give a way!</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-78999278367734451872010-02-22T08:34:00.002-05:002010-02-22T09:17:55.683-05:00The Ultimate **** Blocker<p>Yeah, I can't so much use that word in the title of my blog post....but the story has to be told. The story of how a 10lb dog is the ultimate cock blocker</p><br /><br /><p>I have mentioned Scarlet before here. Told you how she is my first baby, how I've had her longer than I've had Joe. Well, he seems to forget that she tends to be a tad on the possessive side....and I don't mean of me.</p><br /><br /><p>Scarlet respects sleep as much as I do. Maybe even more though I don't see how that is possible. She spends most of the day sleeping in my basket of laundry....be it clean or dirty. Of course at night she sleeps with us. Has been in my bed for 13 years and let's face it.....that is the longest ANYONE has been in my bed.</p><br /><br /><p>The point of all of this is what occured on Saturday morning. My kids actually slept until 7 on Saturday. This is like a once every 6 month occurrence. Even better was that when the did get up they were receptive to the idea of putting a movie on in Pierce's room allowing us just a little more time to sleep in. Riddle me this.....what part of SLEEP IN means slide over and try to make out with me? Before I've even really opened my eyes. You know, that subtle pressing against you that is REALLY FREAKING ANNOYING??</p><br /><br /><p>Fast forward a few minutes. I still have not killed Joe.... and he this he assumes is the green light to get even friskier when really it just means I'm too lazy to even yell at him. Ahhhh, but the force field is in the way. And she is not ready to wake up yet and she is no where NEAR ready to be asked to move to the foot of the bed. Scarlet is all curled up between us and has no immediate plans to move.</p><br /><br /><p>Joe asks nicely...patting at the foot of the bed. She looks at him in disgust and closes her eyes again. He tries to play master and a little firmer tells her to move. She growls at him. He then decides to play with fire and pick her up. And almost loses a finger. Yeah, she snapped at him pretty good and I giggled while he muttered something about her being a cock blocker.</p><br /><br /><p>The end of this story did not turn out the way Joe had hoped. The moral? Extra sleep in time does NOT mean we are having the sexy time. It means I am going back to sleep and maybe if you are lucky you will get some later that night.</p><br /><br /><p>Maybe</p><br /><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-5199510842961665862010-02-21T16:06:00.002-05:002010-02-21T16:12:41.051-05:00oh how I want this!!!<p>It has been awhile since I have tried to win anything online. I'm going for this though because I have one meeeeeeelion things I could do with it!!</p><br /><br /><p>Check out <a href="http://rebekahpinchback.blogspot.com/">Rebekah's</a> blog both for the awesome giveaway and her story which never fails to amaze me!!!</p><br /><br /><p>Yeah, I cant so much post a picture of it because I'm working on a macbook now which I adore....but don't know how to use yet. It is a super cute insulated picnic tote personalized of course!! Perfect for camping!</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-12990927022336588062010-02-12T09:03:00.004-05:002010-02-12T11:03:59.766-05:00How to get the $h!t scared out of you before even leaving the bed<p>The last few weeks have been pretty awesome in my bed. And not in a sexy time sort of way (come on people...I'm a LADY, I don't screw and tell). The past few weeks Joe and I have been successful in keeping Mallory in HER bed. After at least a year in our bed. She wakes up here and there and for the most part we have been very firm that she will stay in HER bed. Although the dog has taken her place....and the dogs bites if you touch her while she is sleeping...but that is another story</p><br /><br /><p>So this morning I hear the pitter patter of feet at about 6AM. Joe is in the shower, I'm just waking up. Her majesty climbs up in bed with me which is okay since it is time to get up. We have a snuggle and then she hops down to go get something out of her room. I can still hear Joe in the shower, I roll over to kind of chill for a few more minutes....stretch out.....and touch a hand</p><br /><p>I seriously shrieked....almost flew to the ceiling, and was pretty close to needing to change the sheets</p><br /><br /><p>Seems as though Pierce had a nightmare in the middle of the night and showed up around 3AM. I think he was even awake just laying there and apparently picked this morning not to talk his face off the second he woke up. He of course thought it was funny....as did Joe who had just came back from the shower. My underwear and I....did not think it was as funny</p><br /><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-75567440749375879442010-02-11T11:49:00.004-05:002010-02-11T11:57:17.379-05:00Holy Crap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvy1grMHPxcVoviz7iS5P3-PUNKo22FfNDjE1HHKr0yoRTmYqhrFfQ1OckYV47h13e62mBE2rt855B3a-qH0DBNdHvb-Fr4QfQgzXVB0Mvf6aUwOSxfbz2GCb-A2cU-vwT0CTE5dKz_k/s1600-h/aiming+low.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437030587439528434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvy1grMHPxcVoviz7iS5P3-PUNKo22FfNDjE1HHKr0yoRTmYqhrFfQ1OckYV47h13e62mBE2rt855B3a-qH0DBNdHvb-Fr4QfQgzXVB0Mvf6aUwOSxfbz2GCb-A2cU-vwT0CTE5dKz_k/s320/aiming+low.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>I better start kicking my blog up into high gear again because tomorrow I will be among celebrities!!! I honestly don't know if I am cool enough to roll with these girls but I will give it my best!!</p><br /><br /><p>Tomorrow I will be a featured blogger at <a href="http://aiminglow.com/">Aiming Low</a> who I came across from reading <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.barefootfoodie.com">Barefoot Foodie </a>These ladies are some awesome writers and never fail to make me laugh to the point of piddling. Just me that does that? um. never mind.</p><br /><br /><p>Anyways, tomorrow my infamous goose post will be featured! I'm excited and a little nervous to put myself out there in my current state of writers block.</p><br /><br /><p>One more thing before I sign this one off. My friend <a href="http://www.thecavkids.blogspot.com/">Amy</a> has a sister (whom I also love) that is RIGHT NOW having brain surgery. Their OTHER sister Ryann is one of my BFF's Please keep Jil and her family in your thoughts and prayers. These ladies are awesome and I love them so much!!</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-23918722341794208382010-01-28T08:00:00.003-05:002010-01-28T08:02:36.529-05:00WTF is with all the spam comments?<p>Is that my punishment for being a crappy blogger these last few months? Well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">spammers</span> you can suck it because I'm turning on that word verification thingy. Yeah, that will learn them</p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-92097788111010649862010-01-27T11:44:00.003-05:002010-01-27T12:53:52.935-05:00The Tooth Fairy Can Kill You<p>Pierce has his first loose tooth. To say he is excited would be an understatement. He is insane excited. We discovered it a few days ago and I have probably wiggles it 100 times for him since.</p><br /><br /><p>A few things he has said to me since Sunday night.....</p><br /><br /><em>"I wonder what the tooth fairy will bring me in a few days"</em> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ummm</span> it's been a long time since I have lost a tooth but if I recall it takes longer than a few days<br /><em>"<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> going to brush my teeth extra good so it will hurry and fall out"<br />"I hope the tooth fairy brings me $1000 dollars"<br />"Will it fall out tomorrow?"<br />"Mommy's and Daddy's can only see the tooth fairy, not the kids"</em> WHOA!! Even if I COULD see the tooth fairy I sure as hell would not look....I saw that movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0282209/">Darkness Falls!!</a> She KILLS you if you see her <p></p><br /><br /><p>I then started to think about all the random crap that most of us feed our kids....A fat man that slides down the chimney that we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">DON'T</span> have and leaves all those presents (you spoiled ass kids), a RABBIT somehow makes it past the dogs to bring you those baskets...and he thinks he is crafty because he hides them?? The WINE fairy brings mommy all those bottles while she sleeps?? Oh, that is just at my house?</p><br /><br /><p>I know I believed all of this stuff too and looking back on it I have to laugh. Kids are so trusting of their parents that they will pretty much believe anything we tell them! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> wondering how I can work this to my advantage. The looser this tooth gets I just may just start up with a new story about the tooth fairy. How she brings really good stuff to boys and girls who help mommy mop floors and run the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">vacuum</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hmmmmm</span></p><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-11544315818105632372010-01-20T12:34:00.003-05:002010-01-20T12:38:18.094-05:00Are you on Facebook?<p>Pocket Edward is. I cant link it from here (stupid firewalls) but if you do a search on "Pocket Edward" you will find him. I was tired of him always wanting to be on MY page so I gave in an allowed him to have his own. Kristina P I almost sent you a friend request....just because I could.</p><br /><br /><p>Friend away. He loves meeting new people</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428877399028904514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrboPgoJBw-YK92WuAi7GOoNTHX-GoYW4QFy-8a71n7EYZZPH_2AqKOnz1S4koSvl9FeorPTNW8ToCrKUoDnQfDuCClWV3AxAQ4JIYnVNEDGiypj3EOy4U_sKCw7DzSu2GBpNaQl40TY/s320/PE.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-15671249384127187612010-01-14T10:45:00.003-05:002010-01-14T10:57:13.241-05:00They're Baaaaaaaaaaack<p>And by THEY I mean those bastard geese. And this time they brought friends. A plethora of them. Though I think the correct term just might be gaggle</p><br /><br /><p>There are no less than one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">meeeelion</span> geese outside of my office right now. Truly. It may only look like about 50 but I know that they are just all balled together in effort to make it look like less. They know that I know that they are on to me and are going into stealth mode to plot this year's attack</p><br /><br /><p>They sit their fat asses out there on our frozen pond and plot. Yes I know it LOOKS like they are sleeping but I am not stupid, I know a nap when I see one and those <s>missionaries of the devil</s> geese are not sleeping. They are waiting. Waiting on just the right moment where I am distracted enough for them to make their move. And because there are so many of them it will be a sniper attack that comes from within the goose pile and I will never know what hit me. I will go down in a pile of feathers and fake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Prada</span> bag cussing up a storm</p><br /><br /><p>So far this year they are winning. I wont give up though. I wont go down without a fight. This just may be the year that I run one over in the parking lot. Goose <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lovin</span> security guard be dammed. I would like to see what HE would do in the face of evil. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> sure it would not be to "protect those endangered birds"</p><br /><br /><p>This is just ONE little section of TWO ponds where I work that is covered with them</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426624615610796690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoemdDvt834P0hhZDZ8LVIEZC46-CcMnxBtstoJ-hRzOVG598N0CfY8VZq_RqM9VoUxR7Y2F_usyYN4Zg6OD3kVRa-adu4mCnDYp_smpe35xvY75XcpZe7qgLs8km_3lKK-DFWxh3od6Q/s320/geese1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Endangered my ass</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-81857520740714487332010-01-13T09:53:00.003-05:002010-01-13T10:05:26.371-05:00How I spent $100 before 9AM<p>Today was one of those mornings that needs a lot of <s>Zanax</s> coffee to stomach. It started out not so bad....Actually left the house on time which is always a bonus and headed out to drop Pierce off at school</p><br /><br /><p>My gas light came on about 5 minutes later...yes I AM that person who waits till the last minute to get gas. Joe loves it. Get to Giant Eagle (local grocery store) get SUPER excited to have $1.80 off per gallon and filled up for $15.</p><br /><br /><p>Get in the car. Start it up. Oh wait...no I did NOT start it up because it would not turn over. Awesome. This happened a few weeks ago when Joe was driving it and it had to be jumped to start it. So I call my knight in shining armour to ruin his day.</p><br /><br /><p>He had just pulled on base (about 35 minutes away) and was thrilled to have to leave, turn around at rush hour time and come to my rescue. Meanwhile....Pierce is THRILLED. He thinks it is SUPER cool to be stuck in the car instead of going to school. He had his <s>crack pipe</s> DS with him and was all set. We went inside the grocery store where it was warm and I proceeded to make Pierce's day even MORE awesome by informing him he was having a donut and some grape juice in the store for breakfast.</p><br /><br /><p>Joe gets to me....drives us back over to my car and makes everything all better by jumping my car. Oh wait....that is not what happened because it STILL would not start. He finally got it to a point where we could drive it up the street to the battery place and at the tune of $100 I am all set.</p><br /><br /><p>While the battery is being replaced Pierce is STILL talking about how awesome it is to be late for school, and then tells me maybe he could make a jet pack and just shoot himself there. He talked so flipping much that I finally called my mom so he could chew HER ear off for awhile while I waited on my coffee to kick in.</p><br /><br /><p>now I have a headache.</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559644338674224384.post-84749386222390893902010-01-11T13:05:00.007-05:002010-01-11T13:46:00.668-05:00Texas Weekend Recap<p>I am sitting at my desk trying not to fall asleep. I have consumed much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">caffeine</span> today in an effort to stay awake. I had another awesome weekend with my girlfriends....another one of those weekends where it takes me most of the week to recover from the lack of sleep and over consumption of alcohol</p><br /><br /><p>Kelly and I got to Texas Friday night and were picked up by the rest of the girls. We headed to a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fanfreakingtastic</span> Mexican place for dinner and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">margaritas</span>! Back to the hotel where we proceeded to fit 8 of us in a 2 bedroom suite. Do the math people and it equals 3 girls in one king bed, 2 in another, 2 on a pull out couch and MOI in the kitchen on a blow up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mattress</span>. I have not slept in such a random place since an incident in a parking garage in Canada.</p><br /><br /><p>Sat day we kept it low key.....a little shopping, a little lunch and a little nap before getting all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hussied</span> up to hit a 2 step bar. Guess what....I don't 2 step. <a href="http://momand2kids.blogspot.com/">Lauren </a>took me for a little spin around the floor and I did not trip over myself but I certainly did not impress anyone.</p><br /><br /><p>Pocket Edward also had an excellent time revisiting his state of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">orgin</span>. Since I was going to visit the girl who sent him to me I had to take him with yes?</p><p>Rocking his cowboy boots y'all<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425551289299669570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkb3eJvyuzMG95H0SeVcZeFxeVA-7M3WUhPJ_Ee2IXfTOrXCJE2VP-p2-4Zvol4BZiP7WeN4fNCygtr9_Dod6U-S9UevskrDjmY7PH1rmBkOS6aSa5nnOZqormv_NjTePgcD486vWguTQ/s320/edward3.JPG" border="0" />Even vampires look hot as cowboys<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425551532737565522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY29xmLL-q359HvwKPvB8nXkbTg1vja2U_-TgLSZZBvZLRlqF2PiECL1CbofzN4rX-0H6-gYEm_faaFX7dkDw15MtJmjWIOPv6kfgPcvMsmv2goZIjnKLu1Sly3V_EIAcD3ftyss_HQb4/s320/edward.JPG" border="0" /> Stopping to "catch" some lunch. Not mountain lion but it will do<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425552113663648882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIPXBfgJ5qG-daNNQfMSTILb5DUFHV0vxfbKqt8x5jxdgIF5oZkO7SlTVHcx73tm-bi_vd9zdJ4VfUb8yqSMPtmWHBNW27Bcj2yH1lv7Mw28rhJz79PdZ_9FZBBYDrSkfwhZs8SYw1nY/s320/edward2.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>I know I have mention this before on this blog but I love these girls. I am so blessed to have awesome girlfriends....the ones I have had since college, the ones I have at work and "those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Internet</span> friends" My liver may disagree with these weekends though that is for sure. By the time we were done with that hotel room I swear all we were missing were a baby in the closet and a tiger in the bathroom. Bonus points if you get that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">reference</span>.</p><br /><br /><p>I love you guys and I wish we could see each other more often. Although if we did it may have to involve a rehab facility. Or the nut house. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Whatevs</span>.</p><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l426/indeliblylex/Cammie/sig6.png" /></p>Cammiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634846585768094776noreply@blogger.com5