Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Olsen Twin by Christmas :)

I am a blogging machiiiiiine!
So my friend Katie posted a blog about the swimmer Lochte. (I posted a link to her blog on the side) Lochte is SOOO hot, shes totally right. He has amazing G I Joe lines. Those are the lines that are on the side of the lower abs leading down to (I am pretty sure my Dad has officially now stopped reading my blog) I thought we weren't aloud to talk about any other swimmer then Phelps. Which don't get me wrong but he is AMAZING, but I thought that if you didn't have Phelps on the brain 24/7 that they deported you to Tijuana. Totally UN-American. Olympics are awesome. Diving is on right now.... which I enjoy watching, however I am always nervous that they are going to smack their heads! I mean, when I signed up to watch Olympics, I didn't sign up for blood and concussions.
You guys I am totally kicking ass at the gym. I have been everyday this week so far. But I am not losing any weight.... but I will keep trying b/c I need to look like Mary Kate and Ashley by Christmas so my Mama will force feed me. :) Love you Mama. I went to body pump today with Mexican Jessica. I like that class, if you never have tried it, Do it. N O W
My brother Trey thinks I need my own show with Jessica T. We are pretty hilarious the rumors are true. I think it would be called.... Pretty Professional at being Fabulous. If you are a TV show producer and you read this (ha ha right) give us a show. Trust me when I say it would be worth your time. We are the original Paris and Nicole... minus the drug problem, & add underwear.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

I found a new hobby

I know I posted something like 48 seconds ago. But I was wrapping a present for a friend. I got her something little and the littlest bag I had was a fourth of July bag. So I found some wrapping HAPPY BIRTHDAY wrapping paper and cut out the words and taped it on there! ha! I am so resourceful! I found my self a new hobby... everyone can now except custom bags hahahaha
PS Katie, this is for you!!!! :)

FYI - I live in the freaking hood

Listen You guys I think that half of the people I know have a birthday in August. Just to name a couple, MAMA AND STEPH. Listen, I bought you both fabulous presents. Steph... you already have yours. That fabulous purse your carrying around, yeah thats from me. We don't discuss the horrible purse it replaced. oops :) And Mama, yours is in the mail! If you put a comment about not sending anything, blah blah blah I will say a swear at you ... out of love...
So I am sitting here... bored. Jeff picked up a few hours a night at the half way house on Tuesday nights. The poodles and I are entertaining each other. And by that I mean they are each chewing on a toy and I am watching Friends. Listen, I am taking a break from the Olympics while I can. Jeff doesn't like anything else to be on while the Olympics are going. And I usually feel the same, but nothing that sparks my fancy has been on. Turns out equestrians and long distance marathons aren't really my bag.
I just bought this shirt on Monday on on their Clearance section fro 75% off :
What do you think? Pretty cute for only $5. It's seems like whenever I work down at Howe's I always shop online.
Hmmm..... what else.... My car got broken into. They somehow got my door unlocked and took a bunch of papers. CDs, and a punch of my stuff from my car was thrown around my card, and all over the street. I figure they were looking for like account numbers or something to steal my identity. Losers. Listen you guys, apparently at the mouth of the canyon is the new hood. Just saying, I now drive a lowered Aveo, drink from a paper bag and shop at Gen X. Perfect.
Well thats all I have to say. O o, one more thing, I am still reading Breaking Dawn, and it is VERY good. Shut up people, I am a slow reader!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Get out of here with this cuteness...


My babies are seriously so cute I want to cry. I mean what the hell, They don't even look real! We had a photo shoot the other night, they are pretty professional these days at poodle pictures!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Troy loves olympics and Phelps!

Troy says Hi and Hello. How cute is that.... I mean seriously, I am jealous of myself for owning him, damn! ( This is from their haircuts, I will get one of Scoot but he doesn't like to hold still)
So .... all I can say is I have Olympic fever! Phelps... Amazing. I mean seriously. He is incredible. They should of just handed all of the gold medals of him and kicked the rest of the guys in their speedo parts because thats pretty much whats happening.
Those Chinese girl gymnastics team is good... but whoever told those girls that they were 16 was pretty much lying through their teeth. I have clothes older then them ok. .... Ok not really but you get it.
I will be taking up beach volleyball. Because beach volleyball = kick ass body. Thanks.

I have been going back to the gym on a super regular basis, and am back to my pretty strict diet. I am pretty proud of myself, and better look like one of the Olsen twins by Christmas. Because right now I feel like 7 of them.

Hmmm.... What else.... Oh Christie had her baby on Sunday. Jackson Victor Chelaru. He is SO cute! He has Vic's squinty eyes haha. Its true. I will post a picture next time of him. Little Romanian baby face.

I must say I like that Jeff is now home at nights. I kinda like him. He is combing out Scoot right now (they just got a bath because Troy pee'd on Scoots head outside) and Scoot is crying his poodle eyes out. :( Don't feel to bad for him, I think he really is a girl with boy dangly parts. Just saying.... I am sure my Dad loved that last sentence. He probably is shaking his head right now. Love you Biggie!

I would like to give a shout out to my amazing parents. I think they are pretty much amazing and incredibly strong people! ... I mean they made me right... You guys I don't have an ego I just know I am fabulous. I am getting off topic.... I have the best parents I gal could ask for and I would do anything for them. This is a great picture of you guys, compliments of my wedding.
I wonder who reads this?... If I know you, and like you... feel free to drop a comment once in a while. Don't be a stranger, just curious of how actually reads my non-sense.
Have a great week and watch the Olympics or what I am calling Phelps - Fest 2008.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Save A Life.... Do it !

I was reading through some of my old blogs that I has posted on Myspace and came across the one about the life of a dog that ended up in the shelter and put to sleep. As I sit here...balling... after re-reading it, I can not express how much I care about animals. It is SO unfair the way some people treat dogs, or any pet for that matter. I can not express enough my feelings on adopting a pet. There are so many animals that are just waiting a for a loving and caring home that they deserve at the shelter. These animals don't deserve to die. In fact they deserve the exact opposite, when I read about it from the dogs point of view, just waiting for their owner (here I go balling again...), it absolutely rips me apart.
I know its sad and I ball every time I read it but I am going to re-post it on here. I feel like it should give people perspective. Golden rule people... even with animals.

*****Copied and pasted from's classifieds, under dog shelters*****

How could you? This is sad..... A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community:

HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" --still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch--because your touch was now so infrequent-- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies,oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself--a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Think of what you could be saving by adopting.... You could have a baby, with eye's that tell you Thank You for loving me.