Because I have been given much, I too must give.

I am putting together humanitarian hygiene kits to be sent to orphanages, shelters, and medical facilities in Haiti.  A lady from my church has a son who is traveling there and will deliver them. As I am sure for many of you, like me, money is tight, but every little thing truly helps. If you can donate any supplies I will finish off the kits! I am going to make as many as I possibly can! 

Kit Instructions: 

Place the following items in a heavy-duty, one-gallon sealable bag. Remove as much air as possible. 

- 2 unbreakable combs without sharp handles

- 4 toothbrushes ( sealed )

- 1 tube of toothpaste ( 6-8 ounces, No pumps )

- 2 bars of soap ( 3.5-5 ounces each )

- 2 hand towels ( approximately 15x25 inches )

* Please no dishtowels or washcloths. 

Let me know if you can donate any of these items! 

God bless. 

62 Days until...

My boyfriend T.I. gets out of jail.

Let us all celebrate March 28 2010! 

Surrounded by a buncha fatties.

I am putting the family on a diet!

 Thanks to my not-so-good friend depression I was able to lose all the weight I wanted... it's been keeping it off that is hard. I want to stay my pre-high school weight SO I put myself on a lean cuisine diet. It is working wonders. I work right by the Stouffers thrift store so I just pick up a few lunches for the week. Because it's a thrift store they are especially cheap = more money for me!

 My dogs ( my beagle ) has gotten pretty plump so I picked up some light dog food. Xander hates it. I mixed their light food with some of their old fatty food and Xander picked through his entire bowl of food and ate all the fatty pieces and left me a mess of light dog food. What a smart boy. I love my pups so much!

I found this delightful art at D.I.

"Come here Jimmy, be a good boy and give daddy a goodnight kiss."

Sally exclaimed, "Me next Daddy!"

Not creepy at all.

Ian Clift Carter = Not Satanic.

Happy Day of Birth Ian.

Ian and I have been besties since infancy. Okay, that is a lie... my mom made me invite him to my birthday parties. Pity invite. We were born and raised a block away from each other and became inseparable on his sweet 16. I was inspired to bring him a goldfish, and it was all bubbles from there ( muhaha. so cheesy ) I just love this kid. We have been through it all. Truly. My best memories are with Ian.

Ian's qualities: Amazing Photographer. Cannot grow facial hair. Is un-dunkable in a swimming pool. God-Father to my dogs. Can wrap a gift better than Martha Stewart.

Defects: Has a model mullet. Lives in LA. Bad at naming pets. Loves Wal-Mart AND IHOP.

Satan is the CEO of golds gym....

Yes, I purposely did not capitalize golds gym because they are not worthy of such luxury. I freaking hate golds gym. I always heard horror stories of trying to quit this gym, but I never expected them to be so evil. My two years were up ( Thank goodness ) and so I assumed since I hadn't renewed my membership surely they wouldn't go ahead and charge me a "membership fee" and also my monthly payment. But they did and there was nothing I could do about it. Also, they make you write them a letter explaining why you want to quit their gym.... so I did. Enjoy.


I should have included: I am NOT sorry for that one time I peed in your hot tub, or the several times I did not disinfect the machines after using them. Now I wish I would have spit in your drinking fountain.

I almost pee'd my pants today...

No joke.

I had 64 ounces of diet coke ( gross, I am not proud of this) and had only one pee after this atrocious amount of substance was in my body. My job requires me to be in a vehicle for long amounts of time, and I really cannot stop to pee at my leisure. Problem. Huge problem. When I finally was able to stop at a sketch gas station ( at this point my top button was already unbuttoned) I run inside and dart for the bathroom only to read a huge sign " Ask attendant for key" Seriously... an effing key to pee? So, I find the worker girl and she tells me that someone is already in the bathroom. FML. I seriously paced around that damn sinclair station for several minutes thinking of what I would say to my boss when I call her and tell her I have to run home to get new pants BECAUSE I'VE PEE'D MINE! I almost ran across state street when a girl finally comes out of the bathroom at which point I think " I wonder if the reason she was in there so long was because she took a large.. dump." Is this TMI? Oh well. I grab the key from her then OCD germ Sharon kicks in and I hesitate to touch the disgusting key which is attached to a plastic soda lid. GERMS anyone? Like they actually disinfect it. But I was desperate. Relief. After I washed my hands I rolled up a large piece of paper towel to carry the infected key back to the desk.... and proceeded sanitized my hands with my sanitizer in my purse.

Why do some gas stations still use this method?