tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68890450313028692242024-02-20T05:14:11.209-08:00Oh the fun of being a moving military wife.Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-9088981333475794532011-03-07T18:45:00.000-08:002011-03-07T18:51:59.480-08:00BEST BAGS EVER!A fellow blogger and FB friend of mine has posted her amazing halloween costumes and house hold crafts for as long as Ive known her. I <span style="font-weight:bold;">envy </span>her sewing skills, I wish<span style="font-style:italic;"> I</span> could make my own wardrobe. Recently she has started selling her bag creations on her website lilaandlub.com She, not only has super sewing skills, but her color combinations are <span style="font-style:italic;">professional!</span> My favourite bag she makes, she has named the "Michelle" and I love it best in the dusty rose color with polk-a-dots. Take a look at her site if you are looking for a nice bag before you head off to walmart. Her bags are unique, durable and built to last. (Shes a mother of two.. she knows quality counts.) Im so excited about her bags, I want everyone of them. (If I want to keep this ring on my finger, I mist contain myself to only getting a few) Check it out!Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-40749254428661032622010-05-12T13:54:00.000-07:002010-05-12T14:02:23.598-07:00My husband is gone.Its ok... I miss him like crazy and long for his touch, but being upset about it wont change it. Crying, waiting for the breakthrough of comfort, just doesnt come. Just the same loneliness. He loves me, as much as I do him. I feel the love he has for me in our growing baby. Every wiggle and kick, is a reminder of his love. It wont be today tomorrow, or even next month, but when I do see my husband again, I will have the greatest gift of all for him. I will get to introduce him to his baby girl.<br /><br />I love you Honey,<br />Stay safe. <br />xoxoLesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-32512606192172568202010-04-16T07:46:00.000-07:002010-04-16T07:51:03.449-07:00SighIt seems like Im never home cuz Im working as it s. Yet its only 8 hours a day. I dont see hubby anyways so I should just get a second job. If it wernt so hard to get <span style="font-style:italic;">this</span> one, I'd get another. Once Hubs leaves I just might get another to pass the time, bring in the money and the hours.Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-77825225406533400142010-04-13T11:32:00.000-07:002010-04-13T11:51:22.496-07:00The sun is always shining somewhere.Recently, I have been hit with tremendously big news. Not the good kind. This news is one of my worst nightmares. There is nothing I can do to stop it, and it is heart crushing. <br />What should be the happiest moment in my life is also going to be the saddest. I have been hysterical, wishing it wasn't true, but it is. <br />My husband is going to war in Afghanistan for 7 months. <br />If that wasnt bad enough, he'll be leaving when Im 6 months pregnant. He wont be able to be there for the birth of our first child. <br />Im trying to be strong and I find Im stronger than I thought. <br />I see other wives going through deployment and I envy their strength. I want that strength, not to prove my self to others, but it <span style="font-weight:bold;">im</span>prove myself, my strength and to be able to support my husband. <br /><br />Having gone through him being away before, though it takes a while, I realize I need to make everyday happy regardless of his absence. One bad thing, even if its a big one, doesn't mean everything is a let down. <br />The sun is always shinning somewhere, you just need to find it.Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-90390910226558368062010-03-31T10:02:00.000-07:002010-03-31T10:20:22.112-07:00What a crappy blogger!<span style="font-weight:bold;">Ok so Im not too religious with blogging regularly... but I try. <br /><br />So Ive been working at the call center for rogers cable. Its not going too bad though Im pretty slow and still pretty nervous when the phone rings. But its GREAT actually having a job and income! Visas are almost paid off and next is making double payments on the car to get it paid so we can buy a jeep! <br /><br />Im now 21 weeks pregnant with a little baby girl. Though Ive only gained 3 pounds, I feel like Ive gained 50! She is kicking so much. Hubby loves actually being able to feel it. Its such a bonding moment feeling her move around. Though Im enjoying it, I cant wait till she is here and I can see what she looks like and hold her and kiss her. She does have a name but since there is always someone who has something negative to say we arent telling till she is born. That and we dont want to ware it out before she even gets here!<br /><br />Tikka, the 11 month old ball of energy, is doing good. She is listening a lot better lately. She runs around the yard in the dopiest manor and I swear the neighbours dog is just looking at her thinking, "you are retarded! Why are you so excited to see that block of wood on the ground? And whaaat is so exciting about rolling, chasing and chewing on that ice block?!" Shes a lot of fun, even if she does like to play in her water dish flooding the kitchen most days. What a goof!<br /><br />Life is great and I couldnt ask for more. <br /></span>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-66569479682015630672010-02-20T18:32:00.000-08:002010-02-20T18:33:00.482-08:00My life lately.I went to BC February 2-14th. It was a very late night the 2nd but saved me from flying on my birthday. In the morning, my family took me out for birthday breakfast. After that my sister took me to get a pedicure for my birthday. I just LOVE people massaging my feet, weird how much I love it really. Dad had to work that night but the rest of us went to my sisters for mexican dinner. My Deglan brother and Deglan sister-in-law joined. <3
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<br />A lot of the time was spent at my sisters making (well I "supervised") Grannys 80th birthday quilt. IT was nice that mom was off work so much so I got to see her lots. I really enjoyed all the family time. Got to see one of my favourite people, Great Auntie Arlene. Vivianna finally decided to put "Leslie" at the end of Auntie... it came out more like Auntie Sessie though. Too cute! She went on and on and ON about Uncle Dan. Whenever they would ask whos coming in _____ days, she would say "UNCLE DAAAN!" They tried to explain that Uncle Dan had to works so it was just auntie but, but she would always add "and Uncle Dan." at the end. We tried to tell her that Uncle Dan was in California doing army stuff... the easiest way to do that was to tell her hes doing army stuff with mini mouse. (her favourite) When Dan called I let her talk to him and the first thing she said was, " HI Uncle Dan! Mimi mouse? An army sfuff?" It was the cutest thing and Dan laughed when we explained why she said that. Tiara sure loves her papa. The weekend before I got there, he took her camping in the yard. He lets her make leather stuff with his leather making tools. So she makes key chains and stuff. Shes growing fast.... Boy do I love her.
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<br />Grannies birthday was great! There were about 100 people who showed up. Unfortunately the next day I had to leave. It was a sad trip home since I didnt know when Id be coming back, or if anyone was coming to visit. Im really upset I wont be able to go to my moms 50th birthday since I'll be too pregnant to fly. I said she should come here and visit before hand. Im not sure when she will come since her and dad are planning on coming out when the babys due in August. That would be awesome if the whole family could come so no one missed Tiara and Malcolms birthday. Its quite do-able being summer and all. Yard is big enough for tents!! Hmm.....
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<br />Baby Styles is doing great. Im showing now and think I can start to feel it wiggle around but not sure if that is what Im feeling. I cant wait till Daddy comes home and feels the bump. I was 8 weeks when he left so its a big change. 15 weeks has gone so fast, now only 14 weeks of work to guarantee maternity leave! YAY. I The name debate isnt getting far but we have 5 months left.Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-68591212607451524142010-02-01T08:22:00.000-08:002010-02-01T08:23:13.950-08:00He says............ She says.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;color:navy;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: navy; font-size: 22pt; font-weight: bold; "> </span></span></b><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He Said To Me....She said to him...</span></span></span></b><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:maroon;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: maroon; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He said to me ... . . I don't know why you wear a bra; you've got nothing to put in it</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:maroon;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: maroon; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I said to him . . . You wear pants don't you?</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:green;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: green; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He said to me . . ........ Shall we try swapping positions tonight?</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:green;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: green; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I said . That's a good idea - you stand by the stove & sink while I sit on the sofa and do nothing but</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:blue;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: blue; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></b></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:green;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: green; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">fart</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:olive;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: olive; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He said to me.. ... What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:olive;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: olive; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I said to him . .....</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:blue;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: blue; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></b></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:olive;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: olive; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Turn sideways and look in the mirror!</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> <br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:purple;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: purple; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He said to me. ..... Why don't women blink during foreplay?</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:purple;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: purple; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I said to him .. . They don't have time</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> <br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:teal;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: teal; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He said to me. . How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:teal;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: teal; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I said to him .. . I don't know; it has never happened.</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:navy;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: navy; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He said to me. . Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and Good- looking?</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:navy;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: navy; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I said to him . . . They already have boyfriends.</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> <br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:red;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: red; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He said...What do you call a woman who knows where her husband is every night?</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:red;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: red; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I said. . . A widow.</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> <br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:blue;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: blue; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He said to me.... Why are </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">married</span></u><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">women heavier than </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">single</span></u><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">women?</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:blue;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: blue; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I said to him . . . Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge.</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /> <br /> </span></span></span><b style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:navy;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: navy; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND TO THE GUYS YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT!</span></span></span></b><span class="ecxecxecxecxecxapple-converted-space"><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:black;"><span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></span></span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-35803135286578839812010-01-17T14:01:00.000-08:002010-01-17T14:22:20.092-08:00My week in 60 seconds... depending on how fast you read.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Well my most recent news (and most exciting... for me anyways) I got to talk to the hubby and will be able to more often! YAY. Also this week, I went to a prenatal class and got to meet a bunch of mommy-to-be's, most of which also have hubbys away right now too. Im not alone, someone understands! I have Eli moved out of the babys-room-to-be and finally cleaned all the bunny stuff out of there. Now its just a matter of washing the walls and finishing on the floor, oh and also cleaning out the closet. Then when the baby is closer to being here, we'll fill it with baby stuff! Hubby came up with 2 names which I both liked at first, now Im not too sure about one of them. I've decided I want to find out what we are having before we have it. All because of baby shopping with my sister and I wanted to buy the cute little girl stuff or the cute little boy stuff. I was in a baking mood yesterday, so I made banana bread (with apple chunks in it MMM) and oatmeal cookies. Thats about all in my lonely house for this week. We'll see whats in store for my doctor appointment tomorrow!</span></span>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-67436440041898653832010-01-09T14:55:00.001-08:002010-01-09T15:04:17.797-08:00Cant even talk to my husband for 2 months!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">So hubby was sent to California for "training" really hes just doing general duties (ie. cooking). I got a call from him yesterday, for the first time since he left (since Jan 2nd). He called to say that he wont have phone or internet access for the rest of the time hes there. (Till March 1st!). Why is it that family doesnt matter when they are on the same continent but overseas they get way more than one phone call every 2 months... Im still his pregnant wife who could use a moral booster every now and then when hes gone. Being alone is bad enough but pregnant on top of that.... He misses all the appointments and cant even call to see how things went. I just want him home!</span></span>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-75980305659240037432009-12-22T17:53:00.000-08:002009-12-22T18:47:51.741-08:00This just might be the first and last baby.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">So its just about been a full week of all-day-sickness and I HATE IT! I know once the baby is born Ill be so happy and eventually want more but as it stands.... there better be all 3 in there cus I don't want to do this again!! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">I've tried digestive cookies, ginger ale, pickled ginger, water, toast, bagels, and soda crackers. Nothing is really helping. After 1/4 of the box of soda crackers, Im not gaging about the thought of food but I dont know how well anything will stay down.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Oh baby Styles, I cant wait till your here, only like 250 some-odd days left. </span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-52324326998324149312009-12-18T08:38:00.001-08:002009-12-18T08:48:22.034-08:00Finally home!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">WE'RE HERE. And we've already seen most of the family (even the ones we'd rather not lol) Already had Indian food and Dim Sum. MMMMMM food other than pizza, donalds or KFC. The ONLY choices Petawawa has to offer. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Enjoying our visit a lot. My nieces are so cute. Vivi LOVES her Uncle Dan. She wouldnt leave him alone yesterday. She cuddled his arm in the car then cuddled him when we got home. Would only hold his hand and gave him lots of hugs and kisses all day. We finally got her to say "Tea-ka" rather than "ke-a-ka". </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Vivi still thinks my baby is in my "Duba" (belly button) but at least she gets that its in the belly region. Because Im pregnant, she also thinks everyone else has a baby in their duba, so she goes around pointing at her moms belly and says "mommas baby". Then points at her tummy and says "my baby."</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-49444011254826386452009-12-08T16:35:00.000-08:002009-12-08T16:37:38.483-08:00SO Excited!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Just a few more days till Dan and I get to see my family!! I cant wait!! Christmas, YAY. Family, WOOHOO. Nieces, SO CUTE. Christmas goodies, YUM. Breakfast for dinner, YES!</span></span>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-81765571392240457102009-11-30T14:25:00.000-08:002009-11-30T14:42:59.995-08:00Over exaggerating parents.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">I just wanted to touch on this for a minute. I've seen or heard about many parents who freak out over the littlest things wrong with their kids. I do know your child is </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">the</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> most important thing in your life but I mean in a different sense. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Parents these days thinks medicine is the only way to fix their child's troubles. Pains? Tylenol. Fever? Tylenol. Cold? Cough syrup. Slightly infected cut? Hospital. Fever wont go down after 2 hours? Hospital. Cold lasted more than 3 days? HOSPITAL!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">When I was a child, if I had a fever, it was no blankets, lots of freezies and popsicles, cold bath, frozen washcloths, and if </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">that</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> didnt work, then tylenol. Mommys bag of medicine was lemon, ginger, honey and vapor rub for colds. (and a funny movie) Some good soap, polysporine and a bandaide for cuts gashes and scrapes. Jello, gingerale cuddles and a funny movie for the flu. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Parents, the only thing to help your child doesnt need to come from a bottle, try alternatives first. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">P.S. For nightmares, mommy and daddys bed is the best. At age of 8, it is not however. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">(I dont know why my mom got her tubes tied, she wouldnt have ever needed to had she knows I would like her bed better than mine) :D</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-22457881619352967402009-11-29T15:17:00.000-08:002009-11-29T15:19:32.378-08:00Big announcement!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">I just wanted you all to know that after breakfast at mcdonalds this morning, and seeing the old people gather and talk about their joints not functioning right, Im looking forward to being old some day. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">:D Thats all.</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-45523382363114594162009-11-29T06:09:00.000-08:002009-11-29T15:21:29.405-08:00Poor Zilla Bunny.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This morning Eli was squawking away. After a while of his squawking and us trying to get back to sleep, I went in there to what his problem was. The second I saw Zilla (looking like she normal does when she sleeps or is resting) I just knew she had died. I looked a bit closer and saw that she in fact wasnt breathing. I got Dan and we looked around, trying to figure out what could have happened. I was not in there yesterday but Dan was and said she was fine then. I decided to look around where she always went, like in the corner of the room behind the bassinet. There was a sizable amount of blood there and then drips of blood going to her cage. On the mat outside the cage, I realized there were a few big blood spots also. My first thought was that Eli lost it on her and had picked her. I didnt think this would happen because they were always fine together. One thought was that she possible ate some of Eli's seeds sine we saw some in her litter box that looked like it had sharp edges and there was more blood in there too. I thought that wasnt the case since there was lots of blood under her, so I figure it was an external cut. I asked Dan to deal with it and check to see where the blood was coming from. He said it was definitely an internal bleeding since he checked at her head first checking all her orifices and checked through her fur and found nothing till he got to her bum. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I miss my furry little bunny. </span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-81550155885560062102009-11-26T15:53:00.000-08:002009-11-27T11:29:32.073-08:00Me? A dog groomer?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">The thought came up today that Ray (one out of 2 groomers ) might at some point be posted out with her fiance. This would leave Cindy back to where she was when she started the business, by her self grooming. To keep her business safe, her and Ray talked and decided I should be trained (if I want to) to groom so I could take over if need be. I wont have near the years she does but I could catch on and hopefully not make any huge mistakes like shaving a dog I shouldn't have, or making anyone bald!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">This isnt really the direction I was going for in life, but I figure, I have a lot of working years to come and you are never going to have the perfect dream job off the bat. My dream job is a slack job. Having a floral business doing wedding flowers and special occasion stuff. That could also be a part time thing. Besides, there is tons of time to experience other options that I may not have thought of. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">Im so excited to learn more things!</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-40034004059936410412009-11-25T18:55:00.000-08:002009-11-25T18:58:31.943-08:00HA!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">I just had t post about this because I laughed SO hard I was on the ground gasping for air. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">At work today, Ray was holding a very nervous little pup. Just as its momma was leaving it with us, he started pooping. I told Ray and tried to pull him away from her so he didnt get any on her... TOO late! He pooped and it landed right in her pocket! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">We both peeked in there and didnt see anything but her lighter so she reached her hand in carefully, yup, he pooped RIGHT in her pocket!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">HAHAHAHAHA</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-14757953280457403402009-11-24T16:03:00.000-08:002009-11-24T16:09:33.193-08:00FINALLY PAYBACK!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">At least a few times a day, Dan will hide behind something scare me. Today I hear his clunky boots stomping down the stairs. I figures with most of the lights off and my soft sock feet, I could scare</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> him</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">. I crept up beside the stair case and when he rounded the corner, I jumped out at him and said "AHHHHH" He </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">jumped</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">! I spent the next 10 minutes trying not to die of laugher. He of course said. "yeah, well how many times have I got</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> you</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">?!" I dont care, Im proud of me. lol :D</span></span>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-35817492218057401372009-11-24T10:28:00.000-08:002009-11-24T10:34:47.978-08:00Geeze army!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Dan was told that he would have time off at Christmas from the 17th (Dec) till 3rd (Jan). Then it was 12th-31st, then he would be in California for almost 2 months. I decided to stay in BC from Christmas leave till mid February. Then he was told hes not going to California any more. I told my boss (this being the day after I told her I would be staying, now Im not) So now things were settled and we booked the flights. We had the booked the flights from the 12th-31st last week. Today he was told, he just might be going to California and leave might be shortened...SHEESH. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Hes saying I should stay in BC regardless. Not a bad idea, I could spend lots of time with my family, but if I do, I wont have a job when I come back. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">'Tis the fun of being an army wife!</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-59282249364772732242009-11-21T20:13:00.000-08:002009-11-21T20:57:04.650-08:00I want an XBOX cuz mine is broken. I want an XBOX cuz mine is broken. I want an .......<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">So Dans XBOX had the 3 red circles of doom or whatever they are called. Anyways, what ever it is it means its broken. He begged and begged and </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">begged</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"> for a new one and I said no, its not a necessity and we cant afford it. NO NO NO!!!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Well I gave in and he is now playing his new $300 XBOX. Hey, you'd give in too if you had to listen to..... "I want an XBOX cuz mine. Is. Bro-ken. I want an XBOX cuz mine. Is. Bro-ken. I want an XBOX cuz mine. Is. Bro-ken." For 20 minutes while banging 2 cookie sheets together over my head while circling me. I told him he could have one as soon as the basement was so spotless it was live-able. After 20 minutes of crash, bang, boom, I tried to explain that I'm not his mom and am not going to say he cant have something, I just want him to think about it and make the right choice and realize our finances..... He kissed me, said "thanks baby," and went to walmart to buy it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Sometimes, I wonder how they fit all that fluff for brains packed in there so well.</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-14377107563848218712009-11-21T19:56:00.000-08:002009-11-21T20:24:35.313-08:00GOLDEN! This is a lesson everyone can learn from.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">Tonight I walked into our bedroom and was pissed off at the mess in there. About to clean it (like I do almost every week) I realized..... Its all </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">his</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"> crap. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">Hubby is down stairs playing on his new XBOX (.... I'll tell you about that in the next post.) I called him up, and made him look into our room from the door way and asked, "whats wrong with this?" He said, its messy. I told him, DUH and its all your crap! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">I asked what is supposed to be there. He pointed out the 3 things allowed there. I said ok, so anything else that ends up there needs to be moved. I then explained that I know he enjoys night time snacks but in the morning when he goes downstairs for breakfast, he can bring his snack dishes down. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">Trip after trip after trip, the stuff found a home. Here is the lesson.... Though it was his stuff, a pair of socks and bra or two of mine ended up in the mix so every time he made a trip out, I quickly found a home for my few things then sat back on the bed where I was. Hey 1/20 isnt bad so I figured, if he didnt notice, he didnt need to know about it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">They say you cant teach an old dog new tricks, we'll see. A dog will do anything for a cookie, its to get him to do it when there is no cookie.</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-90898118639152793332009-11-21T13:17:00.000-08:002009-11-21T13:29:40.290-08:00Never a dull moment at work.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Today was quite the day. I bathed a few dogs including a skunked dog. Got soaking wet in doing so, thankfully it didnt get all over my face and hair this time, so I wasnt freezing. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Then I bathed 2 cats. Both of which thought if they ran fast enough the rope holding them in the tub would magically disappear or </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">something</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">. Surprisingly I only got one bitty scratch in the process.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"> Then there was a dog that whimpered when it peed. That was the same dog that bit me the whole time I was brushing it no matter </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">how</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"> gentle I was. It had a lot of mats too so that wasnt fun. He also had the loudest screeching bark EVER. And decided to make that God awful sound all day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">While one of the cats was drying it decided to poop where it was laying so I had to pick that off its bum. Thankfully it didnt get stuck on there.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">We had 2 dogs come in to get nails done. One pug and some other similar little thing. One of them peed on me ...</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">twice</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"> while I was holding it. the owner felt so bad but its part of the job, just pee. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">I partially shaved a couple dogs and cleaned up and my day was done. Not a bad day, just entertaining. </span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-84132158362190130152009-11-20T14:31:00.000-08:002009-11-21T13:17:44.610-08:00Terrible TEENS!!! UGH<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">So Tikka decided to be rebellious. I guess Auntie Ray told her to. She has been hyper, jumping on the couch and isnt being mindful of what it is she is jumping on (laptop). These past few days, she decided she didnt like my idea of decorating so she jumped up to pull my Christmas bows off the railing. UGH! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Bye-bye pretty bows. </span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-6037369404503218392009-11-17T17:55:00.000-08:002009-11-17T18:03:45.463-08:00Date night with my hubby....I mean the hottie from the bar ;)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Well hubby and I did some Christmas shopping after work tonight. Dollar store gifts for all!!!!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Then on our way home we were complaining that there were no good wings, so we sopped at the pub that was right beside us on our journey home. I think they are pretty good, I dont think they are up to</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> Baselines</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"> standards for hubby. He had barbeque and I had cajun. Mmmmmm. I was soo stuffed after. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Came home, I cleaned the whole kitchen while Lovey played video games. (Times UP...honey...)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Now for some cuddles? Please? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Well thats our exciting married life, and I love it! <3</span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889045031302869224.post-64814556647079453372009-11-15T13:21:00.000-08:002009-11-15T13:34:44.648-08:00Such a sunday.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This morning I woke up at 0830. This after not going to bed till 0100 because of </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">someone</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> being a little too excited about his new game. I got up, fed the pooch, let her out and attempted sleep. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I layed there for a while, sleepless so I got up and went on the computer. Not much new so I tried to sleep again. I may have slept 10 minutes when My nose was so runny I woke up. YUCK! Tikka wanted out again so out she went. I had a cookie and some chocolate milk, tried to figure out what to do....nadda. So I attempted softly waking up hubby. It was 1130 at this point. I cuddled up to him. Kissed his cheek...nope, rubbed his back...nope...huged him tight....nope. Kissed his cheek while rubbing his bum and cuddled realy close....nope. Coughed a few times...nope. So I layed there, feeling all stuffed up and managed to fall asleep. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I woke to my self yelling at Dan that it was 1330. I must have checked the time in my sleep or </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">something</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> because I dont remember waking up and checking the time, and it wasnt 1330 it was 1300. Dan says to me, "Why didnt you wake me up?" I told him about all my efforts in doing so, he couldnt believe he was that out of it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We showered, both feeling crappy with stuffed up noses, we decided Chili would be the perfect dinner for this lazy day. So we went to the store where we ran in to Cheryl. She said hi, Dan asked who she was....... I regretted telling him that Cheryl and I are on a first name basis since she works at the fudge store. The rest of the shopping trip I was harassed about how I like fudge too much.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have bread rising in the oven and am about to start the yummy chili so it can have lots of simmer time. Cant wait for chili dinner and a movie with my man! </span></span></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363749538931648721noreply@blogger.com0