tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88690374898984798652024-03-13T05:06:57.601-07:00A Plane Doctor, His Nurse and 3 Little PassengersLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-46730333113836587872015-01-06T06:31:00.000-08:002015-01-06T06:31:13.088-08:00A Delicious Pinterest WinEvery now and then I get a wild hair and make one of the 7 billion recipes I've pinned on Pinterest. Last night was one of those nights. It did not disappoint like some have in the past. It was so easy. I put it in the oven at 3:30 and let it cook at 250 degrees until 6:30. Worst part was having to smell the deliciousness for 3 hours.<br />
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I found the recipe on Pinterest and it linked me to this <a href="http://www.darlingdoodlesdesign.com/2012/04/forgotten-chicken.html" target="_blank">Brienna's blog, Darling Doodles</a>. I give her full credit for this! Go check out her <a href="http://www.darlingdoodlesdesign.com/2012/04/forgotten-chicken.html" target="_blank">blog</a>. It was so delicious. I measure deliciousness not only by my picky taste buds but also if Brian says anything positive without being asked I know it was good. :) </div>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-7764065358368759892015-01-05T05:53:00.001-08:002015-01-05T09:53:24.268-08:00The Time I was Gluten-Free for One DayYes...you read that correctly. One. Day. No Gluten. Nothing but healthy food for a whole 24 hours.<br />
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I chose to try the no gluten diet because my stomach hurts like all the time. I didn't buy a lot of stuff. So I did well the morning and afternoon before I went into work and all night at work. Before I went to bed the next morning I snacked on some all natural, gluten free, no gmo's, blah blah blah chips. They were good but before I went to bed my chest felt tight. Great! One day of healthy food and now I have a heart attack?? I had reached the point of exhaustion to where I didn't care how I felt and passed out. Yes...you can be that tired. </div>
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So I woke up that afternoon feeling alright. I had my coffee and got ready for work. On my way to work I snacked on those healthy chips again. I started sneezing and by the time I got to work I was developing hives. I narrowed it down to one specific ingredient. </div>
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Boom! Ugh! I do have a few weird and confirmed food allergies...watermelon, sesame seed, pecans, seafood and now I guess safflower. You can imagine my frustration by 5 AM after sneezing and itching. One of my managers got to work early with hot donuts and you better believe I ate 2! Give the gluten to me!!! I even felt better afterwards. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see a bottle of Benedryl after I got home. So benedryl and 7 hours of sleep and I was back to my old self. I totally hope this makes you laugh because I laugh. I would lose my mind if I couldn't laugh at the situation. I mean the worst thing I have to do to avoid this scenario is eat some French fries! </div>
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I looked into the Paleo-Primal diet. I would starve. Positively. You people are super dedicated. So I've decided this...I'm going to eat my regular diet but try to remove breads and sweets, fried food and start working out again. I really don't eat much. I've always eaten small meals throughout the day. I NEVER drink sodas. I only have coffee, water, and occasional wine and margaritas. Lol. It's worked for me all these years. I just need to tone up. </div>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-32335668480782791042015-01-01T03:32:00.000-08:002015-01-01T03:52:19.819-08:00Great InvestmentHey y'all! In case you're new here (I have been gone for a year), my name is Lindsey and I appreciate you stopping by to read. I live about 30 miles from Memphis, TN. I'm a nurse in a busy NICU 3 nights a week. I am moving to the Atlanta area in the Spring so if you're from the area I'm going to need some new friends. :)<br />
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I am absolutely NOT a fashion blogger nor do I plan to be. If you want to check out an awesome one my SIL is a fashion blogger at <a href="http://www.walkinginmemphisinhighheels.com/" target="_blank">Walking In Memphis In High Heels</a>. She works really hard and is good at what she does. I'm not sure what category I fit into. If I had to choose it would be Lifestyle blogger. </div>
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I've followed <a href="http://www.curlycraftymom.com/" target="_blank">Carrie</a> for a while now on Instagram and I've seen her link up "What Wives Wear" and it seems fun so I thought I'd stop by meet some new people and wear some of my favorite pieces that I never wear. I usually only wear leggings, t-shirts, UGGs, and scrubs to work because I rarely leave my house on off days. How lazy! </div>
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A few months ago I saw this Herringbone vest at Posh Boutique. J. Crew makes a similar one like I can afford that! Ha! Since I rarely spend money on myself I asked my mom to get it as an early Christmas gift. Of course she got it for me and said not to count it towards Christmas. Gotta love moms! </div>
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It's such a great piece to have and goes with so many different things. You can wear it as a dressy or causal piece. I didn't think I would enjoy it so much but it's what I wear almost every time we go out. Today I wore it with a pink chambray shirt that I searched high and low for but my SIL found it. It happened to be marked down like 75% for Black Friday. Yay! I wore skinny jeans and black leather boots. </div>
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I love these boots as well. I love them so much that I have a pair in brown too. They are comfortable enough for shopping and travel.<br />
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Where to get this look...<br />
Vest/<a href="http://shopposhclothing.com/" target="_blank">Posh Boutique</a>/sold out<br />
Chambray shirt/<a href="http://www.aeropostale.com/product/index.jsp?productId=45198856&cp=3534618.3534619.3534623.3541050.3536151.37964696.2164982" target="_blank">Aeropostale</a>/similar, sold out too<br />
Boots/<a href="http://www.stevemadden.com/product/CREATION/158687.uts" target="_blank">Steve Madden/</a>on sale!!<br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-64477410064686844492014-12-30T05:29:00.001-08:002014-12-30T05:34:28.450-08:00Hey Y'all!Hello! It's been so long and let me tell you some things have changed on the blogger/blogspot thingy. I mean...it has been a year though!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvj0vlkVfLMXX-VuTVpiSDWDzWKNiI7I0mFL6srBYOCUFkMQNk1suyWZCsMuJms7LaE8PhJYpDUXXrz27buRfVeJJKIr0yWHXHozEl5_GWJo3Mo3BoEo6pg9PJeqkfR3bXtyr9s_t7Fs/s640/blogger-image--2005832815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvj0vlkVfLMXX-VuTVpiSDWDzWKNiI7I0mFL6srBYOCUFkMQNk1suyWZCsMuJms7LaE8PhJYpDUXXrz27buRfVeJJKIr0yWHXHozEl5_GWJo3Mo3BoEo6pg9PJeqkfR3bXtyr9s_t7Fs/s640/blogger-image--2005832815.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This will be quick. I've decided to blog again but I must make some changes. This site will be under construction. I need a new look and I'm going to change the name. Let me tell you...coming up with a name is not so easy. I do have a few things in mind. If you have suggestions for a name or for a blog designer holla a'cha gurl! I'll be sure to include a small but sweet give away when I get back. </div><div><br></div><div>I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and I wish you the best in 2015 and Happy Tuesday! Today I will shove even more junk food in my mouth while watching the Georgia Bulldogs play in their bowl game. Y'all know "The Dawgs" are our jam. </div><div><br></div><div>Finally...tell me what you're into reading these days. What kind of things interest you? If you're into craziness you know I've got plenty! I'm gonna <b>TRY </b>to do the primal diet as of January 1...hahaha! 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I've been meaning to post plans for 2014. I don't say resolutions just because and I no longer say goals after last year because I want to beat myself up when I don't meet them. Type A personality here! So I'll say plans because plans mean you have good intentions and sometimes they just change. Yeah...uh-huh.<div><br></div><div>This year I plan on...</div><div>•stopping cussing like a sailor. It's bad, y'all. Really, really bad.</div><div>•going to church on Sundays no matter how tired I am not because I think it's a requirement to get into Heaven but it makes me feel good and it's time for me and the man upstairs.</div><div>•running several 5Ks/10ks and MAYBE a half (OMG...she's crazy) </div><div>•taking Aubree to Chicago to meet our family there. Maybe my mother can come with us and we'll have a girls trip. </div><div>•going to NYC no matter what!! Brian will not go so I'm planning on this being a girls trip</div><div>•taking a family trip to Disney World for the boys birthdays in September.</div><div>•winning the lottery so I can take all of these trips...geeze</div><div>•getting things more organized around here</div><div>•blogging more</div><div><br></div><div>There's more but I've already forgotten. Ha! That's Lindsey for ya! Note I didn't say eating healthier because that's just not going to happen for me. I have tried! Today I had coffee, bacon, eggs, biscuits, water, pizza, Hershey kisses x 2, Stacey's Pita Chips (that's healthy'ish), more coffee, Chicken Alfredo, 2 pieces of bread, water, and 4 chocolate chip cookies and I'm hungry. That's just who I am. I know it's not good for me but I'm picky. Sorry I'm not sorry at all! I'm happy for those that choose to eat better than me. And no...I don't allow my kids to eat this crap food like me. Don't judge. </div><div><br></div><div>Now onto TM2. I had NO idea these hot messes were coming back! I watched the review thing tonight and I had forgotten a lot. I still feel bad for Chelsea and I'm still concerned about Leah's grill. Jenelle...Lord help. I saw some things on the season preview that made me for real shake my head with disgust. Kailyn...if you have read my posts in the past you know I pretty much mentally shut down when they do her stories. Ugh. Maybe I should add that to my goals...pay attention to Kailyn. Hmmmm. So, I'm excited that this is coming back into my Tuesday night life but so is Dance Moms...yet another guilty pleasure of mine. I should really be ashamed to watch Big Abby yell and scream at those kids and the mothers fighting...ha...but it's like a bad car wreck...you just have to look. </div><div><br></div><div>Moving along...I hope everyone survived the Polar Vortex! Us Southerners barely did! I don't ever remember subzero wind chills here. I wore 2 pair of pants and 3 shirts to work the other night. Btw...if you wear fleece leggings under scrub pants lint and fuzz will stick to your rear all night. Anyways, we were all good over here. We never lost power like some due to excessive amounts of energy being used. I hope it doesn't get that cold again but I saw a nasty forecast for late next week. 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Did you get cold during the Polar Vortex? </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-66073246694214296232013-12-30T20:22:00.001-08:002013-12-30T20:55:27.702-08:00The Gift that Keeps on GivingOh hi! It's me again! I promise I'm going to do better at this blogging thing. It's a 2014 goal of mine which you'll get to soon read about later this week.<br>
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Best shot of us and her eyes are closed. I'll take it!</div>
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But seriously, y'all, she was gorgeous!<br>
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So this year for Christmas we got Flu A...H1N1...whateva you want to call it but I refuse to say I had "swine" flu because I love bacon too much and it may turn me against it. It came with 2 sides...bronchitis and sinusitis!! Antibiotics, steroids, and nasal spray for everyone!</div>
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I had my flu shot and I'm glad I didn't pay for that thing! I admit I probably didn't get as sick as I would've without it. Instead of feeling like I'd laid in front of a combine and let it spin me into its headers and spit me out (Lordy she's country and graphic) I only felt like I'd been hit by a Peterbilt (my daddy's a trucker). I didn't get fever until Christmas night and it all started on the Friday before. Apparently being vaccinated can also "mask" some symptoms or whatever. So YAY for exposing errry'body! </div>
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Come sit on your momma's lap and let her breathe H1N1 on you little cuties!</div>
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All the delicious goodies I made with my aching flu hands! It obviously didn't alter the taste. But really, I wore gloves. Can't stand stickiness on my hands. Yuck! </div>
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The boys on Christmas night. :)</div>
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My dad and Aubree stopped by for a quick minute so she could open gifts and he left me food from my Meemaws. I think they held their breath the entire time!</div>
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And the cuties sporting their little shirts the day after Christmas at the pediatrician's office. We never got out of our pajamas on Christmas Day. </div>
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And Lawdyyyy! I don't think we'll be eating Honey Baked Ham for a while here! Love them during the holidays but we've eaten this thing for days! I kept checking the expiration date like it was gonna change. If you're ever looking for a gift that keeps on giving here's another idea!</div>
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So, it was not the greatest Christmas ever. We didn't get to spend time with our families. Brian's grandparents and mother were down with the flu too. We also have no idea what the next several months may bring for us so that is sad too. Nobody's dying or divorcing...take a deep breath...but it's not something I will talk about here right now. You understand, right?</div>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-76997883689448896502013-11-14T05:02:00.001-08:002013-11-14T05:06:12.462-08:00Mommy's Wish ListIn case anyone still reads or is wondering what to get me for Christmas I have been kind enough to compile a list as I battle my lovely night shift induced insomnia. #longestsentenceever<div><br></div><div>This list is in no particular order. Who has time for that shiz? Ready. Set. GO!</div><div>1. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_7R_UhyphenhyphenkTbv9LoerAAaPehmM5A100y_dfWxmtKfhpw3gT9b30poBmLoLO1PrR7Psczpya4dSsZ_rXY6BuEu2Ox1EzQPr8bjICkCmjGzTz6JAzb8GgRi5QQUGeWb6a9Ug0ygcEzingvo/s640/blogger-image-685596522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_7R_UhyphenhyphenkTbv9LoerAAaPehmM5A100y_dfWxmtKfhpw3gT9b30poBmLoLO1PrR7Psczpya4dSsZ_rXY6BuEu2Ox1EzQPr8bjICkCmjGzTz6JAzb8GgRi5QQUGeWb6a9Ug0ygcEzingvo/s640/blogger-image-685596522.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I think one of these would be spectacular to own but I also noticed this the other day...(see below)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXN2BTTRRdsMHooH9ZEce-o3LEVoJX_1x5ybDhB2jf-jcywBOMcnsSWM6Y1JeTeyXvKJzM6kWbyxXAwN0I4OPPxVd796kmnBtwk_6C3FaAUwapMYKXhCKqTr7VpsP8kX_0A2Vb99KDeW8/s640/blogger-image--135805391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXN2BTTRRdsMHooH9ZEce-o3LEVoJX_1x5ybDhB2jf-jcywBOMcnsSWM6Y1JeTeyXvKJzM6kWbyxXAwN0I4OPPxVd796kmnBtwk_6C3FaAUwapMYKXhCKqTr7VpsP8kX_0A2Vb99KDeW8/s640/blogger-image--135805391.jpg"></a></div>I thought this may be nifty too. Anyone out there own either? Suggestions and reviews welcome!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">2. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpr04CYLmkc7m2JNLP9pPq7ODFOcnLkbBsLwxwnrbQWlob3oOWw3ZgaFS8L6g5_gxveCN7I2el9Dn2-OvkyfQS1AABO9AFzgNs0U082HysuzEnfJcv-q_a0bG13tfhWFKkiGiNvv60Q3I/s640/blogger-image-1262762560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpr04CYLmkc7m2JNLP9pPq7ODFOcnLkbBsLwxwnrbQWlob3oOWw3ZgaFS8L6g5_gxveCN7I2el9Dn2-OvkyfQS1AABO9AFzgNs0U082HysuzEnfJcv-q_a0bG13tfhWFKkiGiNvv60Q3I/s640/blogger-image-1262762560.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This stuff is like magic in a bottle but it's pricey. Great for a mommy stocking stuffer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">3. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiy1D-s-5tDBPUC2Fa-NwOyhVVTLo9TdqJjgdD0eObf5xlHuu5bZZ_TkA1oCYbLJM6jIbq_NzLqvV1txA-BuMxHfIM7Rwzfj6eRjDVP5rBrZx187v5HOES9vjDCqx10keBxcYkxn-kjA/s640/blogger-image--533383755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiy1D-s-5tDBPUC2Fa-NwOyhVVTLo9TdqJjgdD0eObf5xlHuu5bZZ_TkA1oCYbLJM6jIbq_NzLqvV1txA-BuMxHfIM7Rwzfj6eRjDVP5rBrZx187v5HOES9vjDCqx10keBxcYkxn-kjA/s640/blogger-image--533383755.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm def not a huge Merle fan. I'm a Clinique gal but I swear by this primer. It's pretty awesome.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">4. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iWaCenIed6t_nWjvWiQ8EWbti1p3QH7pWDbIwWFcPz2GbVWZsbUzGU5rc-rNEHrPLKMQtNy4reSbM3tuhVu-kbz0qa0e2bqvZTZHW0Sf192NYpxTNAJ6HzmLzsPUWigtJuhVtRHjiGk/s640/blogger-image--1268987132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iWaCenIed6t_nWjvWiQ8EWbti1p3QH7pWDbIwWFcPz2GbVWZsbUzGU5rc-rNEHrPLKMQtNy4reSbM3tuhVu-kbz0qa0e2bqvZTZHW0Sf192NYpxTNAJ6HzmLzsPUWigtJuhVtRHjiGk/s640/blogger-image--1268987132.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">For crying out loud...someone please get my special ass a high tech corkscrew. I have broken corks and recently my hubby dropped a whole bottle on the floor trying to open it. #alcoholabuse Btw...said bottle cracked one of the kitchen tiles. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">5. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wX6gBTBvkoZ5XEgG2-9VsiWDtlgdHOwn6XjVSneBEq28z1s2Ul7xm-_Qzf8WXQ_AHWa4iQQn3WF8fy7l1GGnJ8ldcQ_dPGsbYlvIchpUY40qFJXI_3P0HDBfnxyYu-GUXvu4BQy6IVo/s640/blogger-image--778281241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wX6gBTBvkoZ5XEgG2-9VsiWDtlgdHOwn6XjVSneBEq28z1s2Ul7xm-_Qzf8WXQ_AHWa4iQQn3WF8fy7l1GGnJ8ldcQ_dPGsbYlvIchpUY40qFJXI_3P0HDBfnxyYu-GUXvu4BQy6IVo/s640/blogger-image--778281241.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I refuse to say how long it's been since I bought a bra for myself. Lawdy! I wear push-ups for obvious reasons. My bras are so old there's no longer a bomb in the shell. Help me, VS! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">6. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDo1Niqgs5u11vnmnRKtaoebrpBYzifNGwuoIgIEYYXVDkYj9DGCfVZagjb6n-kc1Y2ybBoqJ_2NdXDNT7RIF0prcMBKrUSJNZzQeGWrUk8f5lKD3d0AAXG8KBD2MDck-G6zHgleoM3Y/s640/blogger-image-2095960032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDo1Niqgs5u11vnmnRKtaoebrpBYzifNGwuoIgIEYYXVDkYj9DGCfVZagjb6n-kc1Y2ybBoqJ_2NdXDNT7RIF0prcMBKrUSJNZzQeGWrUk8f5lKD3d0AAXG8KBD2MDck-G6zHgleoM3Y/s640/blogger-image-2095960032.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">For me there are no other jeans but Silver. I've been wearing these babies since high school. 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I own this style in brown so why shouldn't I have black too?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Well...that was fun. A mommy can dream. Haha! What's on your wish list? Anyone have corkscrew issues too? </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> </div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-69075524956060871872013-10-17T00:35:00.001-07:002013-10-17T00:35:28.790-07:00Locked Up<div><br></div>Well, it's 2:12 AM and I'm wide ass awake. It could be because I stayed up past midnight and my body thinks I'm at work and it's my lunch time or it could be the large piece of caramel cake I inhaled after the kids were in bed. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIo4gKGy2E-YCm4qspcO8ELI49F3rzXLQuho1ZYy8WCk_-RS15E2cf8zfsU-vmTIVywsIMhXe1Jq1DkGWSf7tLQTDD7WuIxQCjipZySJh5bHTyVxOCAJSPM-SBqorcBqgEiLd9zVZCA9M/s640/blogger-image-897607408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIo4gKGy2E-YCm4qspcO8ELI49F3rzXLQuho1ZYy8WCk_-RS15E2cf8zfsU-vmTIVywsIMhXe1Jq1DkGWSf7tLQTDD7WuIxQCjipZySJh5bHTyVxOCAJSPM-SBqorcBqgEiLd9zVZCA9M/s640/blogger-image-897607408.jpg"></a></div>Dear Kroger, stop cutting up cakes you don't sell and selling individual pieces! I lurve cake while watching House Hunters. #oldlady</div><div><br></div><div>This morning, or I should really say yesterday morning, I woke with intentions of knocking a visit to the Pumpkin Patch off our Fall Bucket List that we haven't checked a damn thing off of. </div><div><br></div><div>Started out by stepping on a cheez-it as I entered the kitchen that I apparently missed during my evening sweeping session. Lovely. </div><div><br></div><div>Carter, the insomniac, was wide awake and wanted "ceweal" so I went to grab the box from the "pantwy" and it's locked. Yes. We have to keep our pantry locked or else these children would weigh 500 lbs and we would have no food. I am serious. The eldest and youngest of my three are the worst. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuajwH5OjmdlhfbEAysVdQqL5YaEN6F5A6DrEfW9rnWW89ooxfgdvsWMfPiXdxTq1jmTtyeushNu2vH8tjsQnaEDv_ocFm9j4ggXfAbbrhtFJrjcxXXBn8GH-hLfsA25WwxVrsh7ogxFc/s640/blogger-image--1156232975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuajwH5OjmdlhfbEAysVdQqL5YaEN6F5A6DrEfW9rnWW89ooxfgdvsWMfPiXdxTq1jmTtyeushNu2vH8tjsQnaEDv_ocFm9j4ggXfAbbrhtFJrjcxXXBn8GH-hLfsA25WwxVrsh7ogxFc/s640/blogger-image--1156232975.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Who the hell invented these kind of locks and keys? Talk about a pain!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Next comes the milk for the cereal and of course the fridge is locked too. Seriously, if it weren't Caleb would drown himself in Capri-Suns. If you're saying, well if you'd watch them you wouldn't have such a problem then get lost! Seriously. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliP3dpok9Tww4SID-Ou1DZTyyDsi6mHT-jVyAtBDzWxOzngYNlQNORoNfv_yx9fbDBN_IhdbIrrc0SQ2TwrAzlGhHi34kdbm61zS0gppCFAQthioebUxmUllBhXg2uVUaA2CP2iOv0O0/s640/blogger-image-107525922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliP3dpok9Tww4SID-Ou1DZTyyDsi6mHT-jVyAtBDzWxOzngYNlQNORoNfv_yx9fbDBN_IhdbIrrc0SQ2TwrAzlGhHi34kdbm61zS0gppCFAQthioebUxmUllBhXg2uVUaA2CP2iOv0O0/s640/blogger-image-107525922.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. This is real life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Carter decided he wanted yogurt instead. Ok. So what I just wasted 5 minutes of my life unlocking the pantry door. That's cool. I trusted he could walk to the table with said yogurt...but, no. Next thing I hear is "sowwy, mommy...accidents happen." My floor and wall were decorated with yogurt. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yogurt leaves a nice greasy stain on neutral walls FYI. When you proceed to clean the stain with Mr. Clean's BS Magic Eraser it will also remove the paint. Yay! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, next I throw on some clothes and makeup, don't even bother to brush my hair but I did brush my teeth. Dress the kids and head out for the pumpkin thing only for it to be pouring down rain. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At this point I decided to do what any woman in her right mind would do when dressed with 3 children in the car and nowhere to go... I headed to Target and the rest of the day was all good. ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sounds crazy I know but I promise I wouldn't trade my locked pantry, fridge, and yogurt walls for anything in this world. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Happy Thursday to ya! </div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-89178885465123353362013-10-08T05:22:00.001-07:002013-10-08T05:22:52.641-07:00Coffee and StuffSo, I've been gone for a hot minute or so. I can't say I'll be able to blog tomorrow or even next month but I miss all my readers...well, all but like one or two. There's always some nosey folks out there. <div><br></div><div>My kids have been keeping me super busy lately plus I went back to work full-time and I went back to night shift. Carter started Pre-K and Aubree started Junior High. Little Caleb is into everything which deserves its on post. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxDuomoX8CRRD_Bs2ZQjOmQmfY2fgQVGSlxqEigtKz51jYHS3OUAXKxkpJ5oYxo8OBjl5vfoS7wJxVQS5REAMQPfoA9WvTlS0SeGTW_cn7n7bSEevm0pwbfRaNiZ4YqLHOF7h1DOW8VA/s640/blogger-image--1858617580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVxDuomoX8CRRD_Bs2ZQjOmQmfY2fgQVGSlxqEigtKz51jYHS3OUAXKxkpJ5oYxo8OBjl5vfoS7wJxVQS5REAMQPfoA9WvTlS0SeGTW_cn7n7bSEevm0pwbfRaNiZ4YqLHOF7h1DOW8VA/s640/blogger-image--1858617580.jpg"></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuSHyyeM63GqLGBieT20b5S8bFDpHvabVs2jQUEERB5Qa3V7zBGcViAOv1JNP1T5pBoIudNGdt4sw2Zx8S_pmtlfZorBlLOcoHS-LdfdY-4HSYQ-zBk9aTnzpfRx19c_4vDKgY2OjJ_U/s640/blogger-image-1120286788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuSHyyeM63GqLGBieT20b5S8bFDpHvabVs2jQUEERB5Qa3V7zBGcViAOv1JNP1T5pBoIudNGdt4sw2Zx8S_pmtlfZorBlLOcoHS-LdfdY-4HSYQ-zBk9aTnzpfRx19c_4vDKgY2OjJ_U/s640/blogger-image-1120286788.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTNLGTWYzY_9wEZH_dAGDU3gue4N35CY8odcUTXN1vgxz8umHsRk2snNv41JJmSfX9BNDDnB5bKKlF_DGJyVdwqSbNZJXiuZkgeTug5zBOMjVkaDpvajbbyqud0LFLtRx2tFwQ70mBhE/s640/blogger-image-1194488076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTNLGTWYzY_9wEZH_dAGDU3gue4N35CY8odcUTXN1vgxz8umHsRk2snNv41JJmSfX9BNDDnB5bKKlF_DGJyVdwqSbNZJXiuZkgeTug5zBOMjVkaDpvajbbyqud0LFLtRx2tFwQ70mBhE/s640/blogger-image-1194488076.jpg"></a></div><br></div>I know...I know. It's was all well documented on IG.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><br></div><div>In other exciting news, I've started drinking coffee. Yes. Never say never. White Chocolate Mocha. I have no idea how I managed to function without the stuff. Well, I take that back. I didn't function properly. Ha! So, leave a comment below if you're interested in flooding my mailbox with Starbucks gift cards. I'll be more than happy to give you my address. </div><div><br></div><div>I also started highlighting my hair again. I called it "Operation I Found a Damn Strand of Gray Hair." Y'all are lucky I have a pic. My friend, Crystal, demanded I send a pic. It is hard to take a pic of highlighted hair when that's what your highlighting. Ha! It took at least 10 shots. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOYom4zsRJMNPRYUKIO3bYxrOadrt7HciOuBEhVjgCWqzgGqPQMebzCSUWqPezLSqnzAejQqrw5fFPmR_SsOvWAW_MQsfNQcpsx-dGezVV6YJtVtor-YmUDXVRKz2yS25IZlTvPsqA4E/s640/blogger-image-812863075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOYom4zsRJMNPRYUKIO3bYxrOadrt7HciOuBEhVjgCWqzgGqPQMebzCSUWqPezLSqnzAejQqrw5fFPmR_SsOvWAW_MQsfNQcpsx-dGezVV6YJtVtor-YmUDXVRKz2yS25IZlTvPsqA4E/s640/blogger-image-812863075.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I still run. Sometimes. Ok...maybe it's been a month. I'll do that later today. No...there's softball tonight. I can't go up there all sweaty and nasty. Damn. Hate when that happens. </div><div><br></div><div>Enjoy your Tuesday. I'm off to find the perfect shirt, tie, and shoes for Carter. He's got Homecoming this week. Tomorrow it's dress shopping for Aubree. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-77827411543841046142013-08-06T20:57:00.001-07:002013-08-06T20:57:54.032-07:006th GradeThis morning Aubree will walk into Middle School as a 6th grade student. Where has the time gone? I clearly remember the day before she started kindergarten. My Meemaw told me on the phone that once kids start school they're grown before you know it. She was so right. <br />
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I worry about all my kids but she is the one that I worry about the most. Her dad and I divorced when she was 5 and it was ugly. She saw and heard much more than she should have. She is my child that doesn't tell you when she is upset or when something bothers her. She just has a total meltdown out of the blue. </div>
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I have thought today about when I started 6th grade. I remember that school year very well. I met my husband that year and he was the first boy to call me. I was so embarrassed when my dad came and asked why a boy was calling me. I remember him saying 'boys are gross." Yeah...ok, dad. </div>
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<strong>List 20 random facts about yourself. </strong>(Oh Lawdy...)<br />
1. I only drink water, red wine, or strawberry margarita's. I did try something from Starbuck's the other day because Aubree talked me into it and it was good BUT CALORIES. But for real...I only drink water. No coke. No tea. Just water. Don't drink your calories.<br />
2. I love Fall. It's the best time of year! Boots, sweaters, cooler weather, cotton pickers humming around here and COLLEGE FOOTBALL!!! GO DAWGS!<br />
3. My favorite thing to eat is a fried cheeseburger with cheddar cheese plain on a white bun that is slightly toasted with French fries! Oh yeah!!<br />
4. My first cousin, Nate, is like my brother and I would do anything in the world for him! Well...almost anything. <br />
5. I think The Cosby Show was the greatest show ever!<br />
6. A perfect evening to me is sitting at home and relaxing on the couch with a glass of red wine after I know the kids are asleep and watching House Hunters on HGTV. Yes...I save all the episodes and watch them over and over.<br />
7. I can't wait until Christmas to watch Home Alone so about twice a year I wait until the kids are napping and cook a Totino's pizza and watch it. I pretend that I am 10 again! Best movie ever!<br />
8. I will not go inside a bank for anything! If they can't do our business over the phone and let me sign pick up the paperwork in the drive thru and sign it we aren't doing business. I was robbed at gunpoint in a bank and am scarred for life! <br />
9. I was a Labor and Delivery the first year that I was a nurse. It was what I went to nursing school for...to deliver babies! Well...let me just tell y'all...it takes a special person to deal with all that! Not all people are clean if you know what I mean. Just give me the baby afterwards...mmmmk! <br />
10. The only country music that I like is classic country...like Waylon, Johnny, Merle, Conway and I don't listen to them often because they make me want to go sit in a bar and drink. I like all kinds of music but not this modern country or whatever you call it. Annoying is what I call it. <br />
11. From the time I was in the 6th grade until the 8th grade the same boy would call me EVERYDAY and say "will you go out with me" and I am now married to him. Haha!<br />
12. I am scared to death of head lice! O.M.G!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't even talk about it!!!!<br />
13. When I am upset or anxious I clean! I remind myself of Magda off There's Something About Mary! Yes!<br />
14. It's gotten better since we moved into this house but I am pretty scared of storms. We tend to have some bad ones here from time to time. <br />
15. We had an Ice Storm in 1994 that started in the middle of the night and I lived in a very wooded area. We lost power and my parents put us in bed with them. My dad rolled over and hit his head against mine and that was the moment he realized I was in bed wearing a 4-wheeler helmet. My body may have been crushed by a tree but my brain was going to be good to go!<br />
16. I am a really good cook! I am not much of a baker but I can cook up a delicious and unhealthy meal!<br />
17. I am a complete neat freak except when it comes to my email inbox. Omg! I am terrible. I am so bad about glancing who sent me email and then closing it. It's mostly email from clothing stores. Why do I do this? It's not hard to delete the stuff!<br />
18. I live about 40 minutes from Memphis and have never been to Graceland and I sure don't plan on going either! <br />
19. I am like <a href="http://www.thethingaboutdestiny.com/" target="_blank">Kim</a> and so over Aaryn on Big Brother! Candace is a better woman than I! <br />
20. I get terrible motion sickness on rides that spin, rollercoaster that go upside down, or anything rocking on the water ...like can't even lay on a waterbed. Flying on a plane doesn't bother me though! Weird!<br />
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<strong>Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.</strong><br />
1. Ughh..yuck...losing my children. I don't want to outlive my kids. My fear is probably worse than most because I have witnessed my parents bury their daughter, my little sister, and I witnessed my Aunt, my mom's sister, bury her only son. It's just not right.<br />
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2. I am fearful of someone breaking into my house in the middle of the night or hell in the day time. This is legit because of crazy people!<br />
3. I fear a bad earthquake. We live basically on top of the New Madrid fault and I am afraid when she decides to wake up and become active she will be one angry witch. It's been a long time. I just hope I am not at work. Supposedly Downtown Memphis will cave in and The Mississippi River will flood. Yay!<br />
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<strong>Describe your relationship with your spouse.</strong><br />
We love each other but don't see each other often because of our opposite work schedules. We may argue more than the average couple but it's hard working this way. We make it work though and there is no person I'd rather be with. <br />
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<strong>List 10 things you would tell your 16 year old self if you could.</strong><br />
1. You are a spoiled brat.<br />
2. Study!!!!<br />
3. Put down the cig! You think you look cool but you do NOT and you smell bad. <br />
4. Stop taking all this boyfriend mess so seriously. In 10 years he won't matter anyways.<br />
5. Be nice to your sister and spend as much time as you can with her.<br />
6. Stop whining about your job at the grocery store. It's not like you're saving lives! Suck it up, buttercup!<br />
7. There is more to life than parties on Friday after the football game and then more parties in the river bottoms on Saturday night.<br />
8. One day you are going to decide to go to college and wished you'd worked harder.<br />
9. You're actually smart so use the brain that God gave you.<br />
10. These are the some of the best and easiest days of your life!<br />
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1. My family<br />
2. My job<br />
3. My home<br />
4. Big Brother<br />
5. The countdown to college football!<br />
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Ok...so there is more but it just took me 3 days to get this done between working and kids, etc. So that's a wrap. <a href="http://www.thethingaboutdestiny.com/" target="_blank">Kim</a> is doing different parts to this and I think it's fun. I just wish I had more time. Boo! I hope that everyone has a great Tuesday!<br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-64840873597915714392013-07-23T07:44:00.001-07:002013-07-23T07:44:58.623-07:00Hey Y'allAs I lay here doing absolutely nothing but listening to a storm while my kids sleep in I thought I'd stop and say hello to all of you that have so kindly read my posts since I started this blog. <div><br></div><div>I finished my posts about our Las Vegas trip with lots of pics on the blogger app and was going to post them over 3 days. Somehow all the posts were deleted except for the titles. 2 hours of work..gone!<br><div><div><br></div><div>I could come up with a million other reasons for my absence as of lately. I love capturing moments with pictures and then sharing them but maybe I do that too much. I need to BE wherever I am and DO whatever I'm doing wholeheartedly instead of taking a pic or updating a status and then worrying how many likes I get etc. Brian and I talked about this while we were out of town. It was like discussing an addiction I have. Crazy! So most of the pics from our trip were taken on his phone and then he texted them to me later when we weren't out enjoying ourselves. He refuses to partake in social media. </div><div><br></div><div>My childhood memories don't involve mom and dad with a phone in hand 50-75% of the time. I can look back thru old pics that had to be developed and tell you a story about almost all of them. </div><div><br></div><div>This blog is important to me and so are the friends I've made and all of my readers. It's also been a small investment. It just seemed like I was constantly thinking of what my next post should be on the blog, IG, or FB. </div><div><br></div><div>So, if you're still out there reading I appreciate it. I hope to get back to it this week but family first! I plan to redo the posts about our trip. It was too grand not to make a part of my diary which is basically what this blog is. I do have it printed into a book at the end of the year. I hope to get back to writing sooner than later.</div><div><br></div><div>Thanks for reading!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-22436049872084383742013-07-02T02:29:00.000-07:002013-07-02T02:32:02.968-07:00The Clampett's Go to The Bellagio-Day 2 Anniversary Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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The flight was pretty good. We experienced some moderate turbulence over Nebraska but other than that it was smooth and pretty scenic. We had a great pilot that would tell us where we were every now and then and told us when we were flying over the Grand Canyon and The Hoover Dam. </div>
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Nebraska. If I were a Midwestern girl I'd def be a Nebraska football fan!</div>
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I bet you'll never guess what our first discussion was after landing. Did you say food? If so you're correct! We had to starve for a little while though. We wanted to rent a car and you have to catch a bus at the airport and ride to the car rental place. After we got our Kia we headed to Las Vegas Boulevard. </div>
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The room. Beautiful! It was modern and had lots of blue. My favorite color. The bathroom had Italian marble floors and had a separate shower and bathtub.</div>
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We had an amazing view. The Bellagio is known for the dancing fountains out front. They go off every 30 minutes and channel 22 in our room played the music they danced to. You can also see them from the strip and the music is played as well. </div>
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We kissed the babes good-bye after I got home from work Friday night, packed, and headed to the airport early Saturday morning. The flight was full so we almost didn't make it. We had decided if we didn't get seats it would be fine. We could wait for the 11:00 flight to see if it looked better and if not we'd head to Atlanta for the night but luckily it worked out as planned. </div>
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Bye, MSP! I always feel sad leaving the place. We have lots of memories there. </div>
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More than one time during the day I mentally reviewed my plan for the run. First of all, I wanted to start towards the back! I knew if I started in the front with <a href="http://www.walkinginmemphisinhighheels.com/" target="_blank">Laura </a>or <a href="http://www.mereyrae.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Meredith</a> that I'd try to keep up with them and everyone else and possibly die before mile 2. I wanted to run at a comfy pace and enjoy mile 1. Mile 2 would be a bit faster. Finally, mile 3 was supposed to be my fastest. Everything went the opposite direction. Ha!</div>
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I was standing to the side when the race started talking to <a href="http://www.thestanfieldclan.com/" target="_blank">Holly</a> and my MIL and I just kind of jumped in probably right in the middle. Not part of the plan, Linds! </div>
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Sadly, my music was playing so low I couldn't hear it so I had to run to the side and quickly fix it. I can't run without music. No way. No how. </div>
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I jumped right back in and for a second I almost became claustrophobic. I'm used to running alone. Once we made our first turn the crowd thinned out and before I knew it I was zipping in and out of people. I finished my first mile in under 10 minutes. Not. Part. Of. The. Plan. </div>
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As soon as I finished my first mile I started to walk a bit. I ran with a bottle of water and needed a sip. This was when a lady in her 50s running by me smacked my booty and said "come on, girl." I had to spit my water out from laughing. Is this how you race people roll? Someone let me know so I can be sure to spank some booty, literally, on my next race. </div>
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Ok...so, anyways along the way some of the residents of Harbor Town had their water hoses out and were spraying us. I promise I ran from one side of the street to the other more than once to be sure I got wet. They were wonderful. They were cheering us on. It was great. One had a huge table set up with Jell-O shots! I didn't think it was a good idea on my first run. Maybe next year. </div>
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Somewhere during mile 2 I spotted my friends<a href="http://byram3.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"> Jaime</a>, <a href="http://www.runningonemptyblog.com/" target="_blank">Janessa</a>, and <a href="http://www.raisingsteppesisters.com/" target="_blank">Lora</a>. They made signs for us. I thought that was really sweet. </div>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-63601960789913094892013-06-07T08:28:00.000-07:002013-06-07T08:28:57.898-07:00Five on FridayI've only posted once this week and I saw this and thought it looked like fun. Its a linkup with<a href="http://www.the-good-life-blog.com/" target="_blank"> Darci</a>. I'm one of her newest followers. Two posts in one week are better than none! So, I'm going to do this "real quick like" as my Daddy would say before my kids wake up. Yes. I am from the South. Yes. I say things that might not make sense to others. I expect Hubby Jack to get a real kick out of me because I am probably the most "country" out of our group. Ha!<br />
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1. I will be running my first 5K tonight. I am excited and nervous. Of course I had a dream about it last night! It was good though. I just hope the humidity is kind to us. Lawdy! The most exciting part of this is that a group of blogger friends will be there. I will finally get to meet my friends, <a href="http://www.thestanfieldclan.com/" target="_blank">Holly</a> and <a href="http://mereyrae.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Meredith</a>. My other friends, <a href="http://www.runningonemptyblog.com/" target="_blank">Janessa</a>, <a href="http://www.raisingsteppesisters.com/" target="_blank">Lora</a>, <a href="http://www.walkinginmemphisinhighheels.com/" target="_blank">Laura</a>, and <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/frame?blog=4494379&group=0&frame_type=a&link=aHR0cDovL0J5cmFtMy53b3JkcHJlc3MuY29t&frame=1&click=0&user=0" target="_blank">Jaime</a> will be there too. I am sure that we will have a blast!<br />
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2. Carter has been taking swimming lessons all week. It is his 3rd year to take them. This year he hasn't used floaties one single time and he jumped off the diving board yesterday.<br />
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5. 15 days until our anniversary trip! Who's counting? That would be me! I think my kids are ready for us to go. Carter asked me twice yesterday when our trip to "Was Wegas" is going to be. I think he's planning on spending 5 days straight on his Pop Pop's iPhone!<br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-13271141433157535402013-06-05T22:39:00.000-07:002013-06-05T22:39:07.268-07:00The Travel BugI was going to do this whole post tonight about what's been going on around here lately. I am just going to be totally honest with you...it's been a crazy and busy week up in here and I don't feel like uploading pictures. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not. <br />
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Have I mentioned that Brian and I are going on a trip soon for our anniversary to Las Vegas? I'm pretty sure that I have. It is a much needed get away and well deserved. We rarely spend any time together alone and the way we work is pretty awful. Opposite schedules, you know? It's good for the kids and bank account but it can be tough on a relationship. So, we need to go away for a few days and reconnect. <br />
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I am not the hugest fan of traveling. I don't sleep well unless I am in my own bed and hotel beds, well, it bothers me to think of how many different people have slept in those things. Ugh! Last year, I accidentally watched a documentary on bed bugs and how they have become a problem in our country. O.M.G! The next week we were going to Orange Beach for vacation. I was about ready to back out. <br />
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So, now when we go to a hotel I strip the sheets and make Brian lift the mattress so I can check thoroughly! There's no telling what I may find one of these days. We absolutely do NOT put our luggage on the bed. One lady took bed bugs home with her in her luggage and it cost her $4000 to rid her home of them. Wth? There is actually a<a href="http://bedbugregistry.com/" target="_blank"> website</a> that you can go to and type in the name of the hotel you are staying at to see if there are reports of bed bugs. We aren't talking little fleas here people! These are disgusting! <br />
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I am a PLANNER! I have my entire life written down in a planner that I review each night before I go to bed and I look over it again in the morning. If I lose that thing my year is shot! If you want me to be involved in any events you'd better tell me in advance because I make out my schedule at work one month ahead of time. It's safe to say I need to know where I am supposed to be on a specific day and time every day of my life.<br />
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This trip is totally opposite from any of that. We are going to fly standby to Las Vegas. I don't know which flight we will get on. I don't know where we will connect. I don't know how many times we will connect. I don't know what seat I will be in. I don't know which aircraft I will fly on. Oh, and because we aren't sure if we will even end up in Vegas or if we do we don't know when, we haven't booked a hotel room. We don't even know which one we want to stay at. We'll just figure it out when we are either wheels up and headed there or when we land. Not a bit of this bothers me the slightest! That's how I know we need a break and that's how I know that I am excited. I don't care if we end up in Salt Lake City or Atlanta. We will have a good time and make memories and that's what is really important. <br />
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When we do finally arrive at our destination, I do know that it will not be one with the light bulb and chain in the bathroom. Haha! I am all about <a href="http://tripadvisor.com/">tripadvisor.com</a>. I take reviews seriously and I share reviews after I have stayed somewhere. It's important to do that. <br />
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What do you love or not really love about traveling? Fears? Ever fly to standby to Vegas? Ha!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-46406181013578194412013-05-30T07:13:00.002-07:002013-05-30T07:30:46.256-07:00My Summer Bucket ListI love Summer second to Fall. There's always so much to see and do with the kids this time of year. Let's just hope Mother Nature continues to be kind to us here in the South for a little longer. Usually by now it's at least 200 degrees out and we haven't been above 90 yet. I know better...but if she could wait until after my first 5K that would be great! <strike>Why the hell am I doing my first one ever in June?</strike><br />
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Aubree will be bringing back her Lemonade Stand with homemade baked cookies this summer. She enjoys it. It puts a little cash in her pocket and it gives her something to do. The last time she set up last year she sold out in 30 minutes. It's delicious!</div>
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Lemonade last year!</div>
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Camping. Brian has gone on and on and on about how he wants to go camping. I've never been camping. Sounds AWFUL to me but my FIL has a nice camper and I am willing to give it a shot with the camper. No tent though. Sounds like hell instead of a vacation to me. I think a couple of our friends with kids may join us. No date set yet but hopefully it will happen this summer complete with fishing, roasting marshmallows, and alcohol. </div>
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I really want to take a trip to St. Louis and see a Cardinals game! Carter played baseball this year and he played for the STL Cards. Haha! He enjoyed it. I think it would be fun plus there's lots to do in STL and Brian has some family there. And I could finally meet <a href="http://4kottez.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Melanie</a>!</div>
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There is also talk about a possible trip to either Gulf Shores or Destin with my friend, Anna later in the summer. I just can't go a summer without going to the gulf. I am a beachy person and Brian is not. He told me he was when we first started dating but I think it was because he had been living in a frozen tundra for 5 years. Anna said we could split the cost of a condo and she loves my kids. Win win! Hope we have the funds to make it happen by the end of summer. We shall see!</div>
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Carter in Destin, FL a couple years ago.</div>
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Gulf Shores, AL last summer.</div>
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The boys last summer.</div>
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Last but not least is I want to meet my friend <a href="http://www.mamachrissyschaos.com/" target="_blank">Chrissy </a>somewhere in Nashville this summer if she gets the chance. <a href="http://www.mamachrissyschaos.com/" target="_blank">Chrissy</a> just welcomed a baby boy to the family and I am so happy for her and her family! You should go check out her blog and read her story about the journey of bringing Luke home. </div>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-26340661871181065772013-05-28T21:09:00.000-07:002013-05-29T06:00:01.024-07:00First Weekend I Kinda Had Off and Food: The Enemy<em> </em>I was not planning on making a post on here today. You know, kinda like I haven't for the past month! I am tired. My kids were bad today. Yeah...I said it. B-A-D! Anyone who says kids aren't "bad" obviously does not have 3 of them and they sure as hell haven't gone to Walmart with the three children solo! Or they are heavily medicated. I do love them to pieces and hope today was just a fluke. Tomorrow is a new day after all!<br>
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Most of you know I resigned from my position as a weekender and have gone back to work full-time which in the world of nursing is 3 12-hour shifts per week. Pretty sweet! I will still, however, be working weekends for the most part because it works best for us as far as childcare goes. So, this weekend I worked Friday and Saturday nights <strike>and I almost died 4 times from being so tired </strike>and slept a few hours on Sunday then we headed to a family cookout for Memorial Day. <br>
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I had a BLAST! It was so great to spend time with family during the weekend. The kids played and went swimming. We played horseshoes and ate lots of good food. I got to catch up with a few of Brian's family members that I hadn't seen in a while. I love how they love us and our kids. <br>
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I even insisted that I walk her to the gym just in case she couldn't find it. Well, she went on a field trip last week to tour the school so another fail!<br>
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So, I just stood there looking at her in the parking lot and I asked if I could at least take a picture. She huffed a little and made me do it where nobody could see. I just snapped a quick picture. I couldn't tell if it was good or not because my eyes were full of tears. I mean the kind of full where if you blink about a 100 tears are going to stream down your face. She immediately turned and walked away. <br>
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I got in my car and noticed she left her water. Yay! I had an excuse to enter the building! Score! I did and she looked a bit shocked. She was with her childhood friend and they agreed to let me get a picture and then I had to immediately leave the premises. <br>
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As I was leaving I began to cry so hard that I could barely breathe. I was already nervous about this whole cheerleader thing but I sure wasn't expecting any of this. At all! I had absolutely no tissue in the car. What kind of mother with 3 kids has no freaking snot rags? I had a clean diaper in the glove box for a Caleb emergency and I used it for a tissue. The guy sitting next to me at the redlight on Highway 51 stared at me like I was crazy. What?!? You've never seen someone wipe their face and blow their nose into a diaper? Me neither but whatever works!<br>
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I walked into my bedroom and it must have been obvious that I had been crying because Brian asked what was wrong and I just completely burst into tears. I mean we are talking ugly cry in full blown effect!<br>
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I had a small meltdown explaining the situation to Brian. Apparently things that I had no idea were bothering me were, in fact, bothering me. I cried about how I am turning 31 next week. Yeah I know I did a whole post on how great the 30s are. Bite me! I was having a moment. Ok?!? The 30s are still better than the 20s. I also boo hoo'd (not sure how to spell that and don't care) about how Caleb won't even let me feed him anymore. He cries until I give him the spoon or fork. Last but not least I cried about how I can't have anymore babies and I am sad because there won't be another baby in this house. Really? O.M.G.! I don't even know where that one came from. It had to have been hormones. I mean HAD TO HAVE BEEN!! </div>
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It's Thursday and I still feel like I can't breathe. Why? Well...because I am so worried about her feelings getting hurt if she doesn't make the cheerleading squad. She is at an age where things like that are a really big deal. Aubree has always been more of a softball player. Yes, she cheered when she was really young but she loved softball more. She shocked me with this cheer thing. I am happy that she is trying out. I think it's great but I am a mother hen. I had to let her do this. She may be great at it. She has to "find" herself and that makes this so hard. I just worry because so many of those girls have danced and cheered their entire lives. She has worked really hard though. They are announcing cuts at school today. I am just as nervous as she is!</div>
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So...I will update via Instagram today. It is going to be a busy day. Caleb starts speech therapy and Carter has a baseball game and I really hope that we will be practicing with friends for final cheerleader tryouts scheduled for Friday. Fingers crossed!</div>
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Baby Aubree sucking her thumb. Photo by <a href="http://philramseygallery.com/" target="_blank">Phil Ramsey Photography</a>.</div>
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The thumb again with a pine needle. Ha! By <a href="http://philramseygallery.com/" target="_blank">Phil Ramsey Photography</a></div>
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Christmas 2005</div>
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5th birthday dinner with Cinderella at The Magic Kingdom</div>
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First day of Kindergarten</div>
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So...it should come as <strong>NO</strong> surprise at all that I could not narrow it down to one birthday. I mean that's why I have no tattoos. I have decision issues. Sue me.<br />
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All 30 of my birthdays have been great. I could not find pictures for all of them so it's hard to remember every single birthday party. Speaking of looking through old pics...I came across some OLD stuff tonight. Every time I look through old pics I feel like Conway Twitty and Kenny Rogers should be playing in the background. My family is super country. <br />
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My favorite birthday was my 7th and I am so sad that I can't find pics. I clearly remember finally getting my ears pierced and my mom took me and my friends to stay at a hotel next to The Mall of <strike>Murder </strike>Memphis that is no longer there. The hotel had an indoor pool and we had a blast. Fun!<br />
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Now for some birthday with pics! This was my 3rd birthday and I do remember bits and pieces of it. I clearly remember the location. It was called Showbiz Pizza and is now better known as...wait for it...Chuck E. Cheese. Ha!<br />
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They had the best pizza!</div>
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And the ball pit! Back when those were safe!</div>
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Billy Bob was the coolest! There was also some kind of strange looking cheerleader. Ha! By the way, you couldn't pay me enough to go to this particular location anymore. Talk about dangerous! </div>
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Next, I remember having a birthday party at the local skating rink that is now a bowling alley in my hometown. It was my 4th birthday.</div>
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That would be me with my mouth wide open. Hmm...looks like I am wearing mint.</div>
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No, that's not a little boy. It's me sporting a bowl cut! Why, mother, why? I was proud of my pink Cabbage Patch cake. Glad it was pink or my guests may have been confused.</div>
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I loved riding those little things. I think they were called turtles.</div>
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On my 6th birthday my mom went all out. I had a nice party at school and then a carnival themed party at home with friends and family.</div>
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Everyone in the Kindergarten class wanted to be my BFF. Haha! Actually the blonde kid is my first cousin. Lol!</div>
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The classroom party came complete with a magician. Everyone was amazed and I was the cool kid for the day. Not sure why I wasn't looking at the camera.</div>
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Now the carnival party but GOOD GOD my hair is distracting! I call these the bad bang/mullet style days. </div>
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My sister and I with the clown. I think her name was Tubby. I remember she painted our faces and smelled like an ashtray. Haha!</div>
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Look at the unicorn on those chubby cheeks. No...really, you're admiring the mullet, aren't ya?</div>
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Apparently, Tubby yelled out something that got everyone's attention and caused me to have chest pains as I am giving the univeral sign for chest pain. Ahahaha! I've mentioned the childhood boyfriend before. Look at him all pitiful with his broken arm. I believe I've also mentioned I am married to his 3rd cousin. Lol! He is now one of my best friends that I NEVER see.</div>
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Last year my 30th birthday was on a Sunday and as a weekender I was working of course. My work family is the best. They made sure I was taken care of. </div>
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Ok...so I hope my old school birthdays were interesting. There were lots of slumer parties and a couple of ice skating parties. Love birthdays! They seem to mean more each year. Be sure to link up and share your favorite birthday and don't forget the best story wins a $50 gift card to Kiki La'rue. </div>
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Now, I don't want anybody fantasizing about killing me because you think I have a nice body so why am I working out like it's the only way to get into Heaven, as my friend <a href="http://www.thestanfieldclan.com/" target="_blank">Holly</a> says. Ha! I am trying to eat healthier kinda, lol, and tone up. I tried on a bikini a couple months and it was all good in the front minus needing a boob job but I won't even go there today. I'll save that for some other time. The rear was a different story. For the first time in my life I wanted to take that bikini off like it was on fire and pretend that never happened. It was my booty that was the problem. I've had 3 kids and could come home from the hospital and slip back into my old jeans so how did this happen? ALCOHOL in my Brad Paisley voice! That's how! I didn't start drinking wine until around October of last year after I stopped breastfeeding. Let's just say, I really liked the wine and mixing it with all those sweets was not a good idea. It tasted good though. <br />
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I am currently doing 3 different fitness challenges for the month of May. I am doing a squat challenge, a VSit challenge (hate IT), and a plank challenge. These are a good combo as they are not time consuming at all. I am still trying to run at least 2 times a week and do Pilates 3 times a week. When I don't work out or run for more than like 2 days I feel like crap! <br />
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So, if you want to join me in the challenges and it doesn't mess with your OCD to start a challenge on the 8th day of the month then please do! I find the more the merrier AND I love posting my pics about the challenge on IG to hold myself accountable so sorry if I am bothering anyone with that. I don't mean to. <br />
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In other news, Aubree will be trying out for cheerleading next week at the junior high she will attend in the fall so say a prayer for her. She is at that awkard age where if things don't go as planned she thinks the whole world is coming to an end. Caleb gets his own post this week so I can update everyone about him. Carter won the game ball . He told me after his nap yesterday that he dreamed he won the game ball and then he did later that evening. How awesome is that? <br />
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Practicing basic motions using a video. Lol! I know nothing about cheering. Nothing.</div>
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I've been gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday. Lol! Thanks Montgomery Gentry! I just had to google those lyrics to see who sings that. Not a big fan of new country music. <br />
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I didn't pop in here to sing to y'all on this rainy Friday. I wanted to say hi and I have missed errrrybody. Life has been busier than usual around here. Also, we got answers to Caleb's digestive issues and I've been a bit down in the dumps about it when I should just be thankful we know what's wrong and have a plan to put into action that will make things easier for him. I will share more on that next week.<br />
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Did I mention my house was not leveled correctly when it was built?? No? Yeah. Another stressor. I won't go into details about how my beautiful yard and flower bed are going to have to be regraded and resodded. Nope. Not. Going. There. Instead I'll say I'm glad we've figured out the problem and its being fixed. ASAP hopefully because Carter has slept in our room for 3 weeks. Hopefully the flood waters this weekend stay outside!<br />
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So, next week I hope to return by Tuesday with a good attitude. I don't want to be spreading my negativity around the blogosphere. I'll have updates about baseball and stuff like the time we showed up at a fellow bloggers house after indulging in Mexican and margaritas. Ha! I may or may not have texted her from her driveway. Also, I have some excited news just not sure when to share it. And HELL NO I am NOT pregnant. <br />
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If you're just dying to see what I've been up to lately and see how I post 3 billion pics a day you can follow me on Instagram at linzlee1982. I'm doing 3 fitness challenges via Instagram if you'd like to join. I'm posting this from the awful blogger app so that's why I don't have pics where I'd like them. Instead I'll leave you with some to describe my attitude as of lately. Haha!<br />
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SIL posted a pic of herself in a tank with a pic of our great state of TN on it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyoodKqbbVmKoZjYa7zB1TRE1yoIAzXt7qMNR81qlvAbLFpOB-q59ZzrBCj-BgfEf-bhLYi67K8B-YGwjBIcZQYKF8E_pVl7P-Hlb-TqCnP4uoN6Q_8E2rfcjWYFK3SaoPfh0B3YEe04/s1600/ig2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyoodKqbbVmKoZjYa7zB1TRE1yoIAzXt7qMNR81qlvAbLFpOB-q59ZzrBCj-BgfEf-bhLYi67K8B-YGwjBIcZQYKF8E_pVl7P-Hlb-TqCnP4uoN6Q_8E2rfcjWYFK3SaoPfh0B3YEe04/s320/ig2.PNG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">About an hour later aubree311 decides to tell Laura that it looks good. Oh <span style="font-family: inherit;">wait</span>...now she needs to remind her that she loves it and needs to know where it came from. LOL! I love how Laura replies with the "lol." 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Ahahahahaha! </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Now this is where it started to get interesting and I started to wonder why the hell I agreed to this. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIQulnS06R6XMKmZh8WMQsdx5I2SJ345YxHEWnS_PJAd_AECk4wLii6qcvM0AdA7n_wNwucl6u5Z9DbKB3_ztSHfhn9GoW2vOWYR4PrPDS25MEv0PV71qdUukIrO85cqnP8Kc41npmbM/s1600/ig4.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIQulnS06R6XMKmZh8WMQsdx5I2SJ345YxHEWnS_PJAd_AECk4wLii6qcvM0AdA7n_wNwucl6u5Z9DbKB3_ztSHfhn9GoW2vOWYR4PrPDS25MEv0PV71qdUukIrO85cqnP8Kc41npmbM/s320/ig4.PNG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She found my cousin that's really like a brother to me. He posted this at Christmas. "Nothing like a drunk mother on the holidays." Hahaha...funny guy! Until yesterday when Aubree saw this!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: Mom, were you drunk at Christmas?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: Omg! Aubree, no! I cooked freaking dinner for all of us that night!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: Well, you're drinking and he said you were drunk. (Insert lonnnnnnng sigh)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Is this my child or my mother I am talking too? Geez!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8pHdqxeqhoYcsQhNKnimjekArr6HJeWiozPWlYGRgvnSYr_jeXvNjGVfFpfbVm2G81I9TMI2BIa0SlKQb99yNzrqmSQ1oIJSOTDiM48rTVDqWNeME2eoynW3jZ6aBcIsAcMpTdA_nOI/s1600/ig5.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8pHdqxeqhoYcsQhNKnimjekArr6HJeWiozPWlYGRgvnSYr_jeXvNjGVfFpfbVm2G81I9TMI2BIa0SlKQb99yNzrqmSQ1oIJSOTDiM48rTVDqWNeME2eoynW3jZ6aBcIsAcMpTdA_nOI/s320/ig5.PNG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: Mom, did you really think you were hot?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: I didn't say that. He did. He put that as a caption to be funny. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: Ok, because that's not even a good pic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: Really? Thanks...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: What? Well, it's not!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIVjx3Dw0z4mIBMgIWzXWxMRSP3_4dhFs3daBjihzYaJpyW-wOMXIfiRh2M-fdHUdBa0wy64HJIoZlcwZyCcl97HIdUxcW4QldCfb9D-UtW083gk_KMj-A7XgekrBcoDH9GT99ZmLlus/s1600/ig6.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIVjx3Dw0z4mIBMgIWzXWxMRSP3_4dhFs3daBjihzYaJpyW-wOMXIfiRh2M-fdHUdBa0wy64HJIoZlcwZyCcl97HIdUxcW4QldCfb9D-UtW083gk_KMj-A7XgekrBcoDH9GT99ZmLlus/s320/ig6.PNG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: OMG! Mom! It says that he and Carter are sexy! Is he for real?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: He was just being funny!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: Oh. Ok.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was sighing and rolling my eyes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl38B_3pK5qM3_A0g7Jue4aaddmXsIvgaj6IdqbvvmXhk61_sPrvdo0VgVFjB-YvhfydGPCyGKIFnEF2RTQR1EJifjMsVhoOf90M0eI7zSAKmbstJaT9tJzOpXodd99PFZ9rTgb8wo1bc/s1600/ig7.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl38B_3pK5qM3_A0g7Jue4aaddmXsIvgaj6IdqbvvmXhk61_sPrvdo0VgVFjB-YvhfydGPCyGKIFnEF2RTQR1EJifjMsVhoOf90M0eI7zSAKmbstJaT9tJzOpXodd99PFZ9rTgb8wo1bc/s320/ig7.PNG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: Mom why did you say sexy be-atch? What does that mean?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me: Get off of there! You've spent enough time on there for the day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aubree: Ok but first I am gonna like this pic. Your socks were cute that night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">WHAT WAS I THINKING??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And now for the linkup with 2 of the hottest numbers in the blogosphere!!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.thelifeofjake.com/"><img alt="button" height="436" src="http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z468/suit1/jakelinkup_zps701506cd.png" width="336" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. I laughed so hard I cried when...well, dang. Total privacy acts at work prevent good stories. I'll say that much but I do laugh hard when I tell a story about my sister and I walking up our old driveway together. I looked up and was surrounded by 2 bulls and a bunch of cows that had gotten out (prob my hubby's grandfather's). Anyways, I looked to tell my sister to run and she was already a mile away yelling for me to run. You'd have to have been there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. My high school...was definitely the most fun of the 3 high schools in our county. We knew how to party it up at CHS!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. It really pisses me off...when people drive slow in the left lane! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. In ten years...maybe I will have decided to suck it up and go back to school to become a Neonatal Nurse Practioner. Maybe...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. If I could erase one thing...it would be the total creep I dated in junior high and part of high school. What a jerk! I wasted a couple years that I could have been having fun with my head in a pillow crying over him and he's still a creep! I love his family though. You can't always blame family for how their loved ones behave.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. In 1999...I smoked cigarettes (ughhhhh), partied like the Senior that I was in the fall, and worked at Super D Pharmacy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. Honestly...I have been a complete selfish cry baby over the last couple weeks. I have considered giving up the weekender gig because most of my friends are out running 5k's and having a good ole time on the weekend and I feel left out. Boohoo! I need to suck it up though. I chose to do this because it is best for our family plus I make more $$ in 2 days than I would working 3 days a week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8. To me, Sushi...sounds like anaphylaxis. If you don't know what that is you're lucky or you can google it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9. Someone really needs to invent...a robot or something that does the laundry or at least folds the stuff, especially the white clothes! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">10. The first time I drank alcohol...was a total disaster. I got caught and my mother was standing over me in the bathroom the next morning asking loudly "how are ya feeling?" I'll have to do a post on that hot mess one day. I can tell you that Cherry Limeade and Vodka don't mix well with Claritin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">11. The one question I would ask God is...when is Christ returning? It's getting pretty out of hand in the world that He created. I am not even sure this is the world that God made anymore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">12. Lindsey Lohan...bless her. We are literally watching the girl kill herself. Seriously. I can't even watch anymore.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ok...so that was fun! I'll see y'all tomorrow if this monster of a storm they keep yaking about doesn't blow us all away! Peace!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04228774244317028085noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869037489898479865.post-47917713350846976192013-04-16T14:51:00.001-07:002013-04-17T06:09:37.174-07:00Fast Cars, Greasy Food, and BeerWell...well...well. If that isn't the title of the year then I don't know what is! First, let me say this. What you are about to read is a recap of my Friday and, most importantly, these are MY PEOPLE! I am not making fun of anyone. I have a redneck side and am not ashamed at all. I may or may not have spent a weekend at Talladega while pregnant with child #2. Lol! My favorite part of that trip was when I was showering in the tiny shower of the camper with no hot water and I asked Brian to hand me my pants off the bunk bed and he said "there's nothing on the bed but a sheet" more than once. Those were my maternity pants! A sheet! Whateva!<br />
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Brian told me to wake him up by 2PM Friday after noon. He works night shift. He wanted to go to Super Chevy, which is a festival type thing we have here once a year where people go show their cars and trucks. I was excited...not even gonna lie. I grew up with a dad that loved old Chevy's and owned a bunch in his younger days. When I was younger all the girls wanted to date the guys with the loud pipes on their trucks or the guys with fast cars/trucks. The sound of those cars and trucks mixed with the smell of fumes brings back memories of racing on old country roads back in the day. It's a wonder I am freaking alive!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DVoZdwahCRT7gYo2PF1i0YQjHPLFsnhNBlbIOtkR5PeHHvs-_6xbjUYmpFJWWRLlNtLhdC_O9KIdeyutR1YHWUjVRX9cPp7IbPnScJdJOpNifT_sT3NhJjQS_LCteJI35ADnzo_Y-NA/s1600/sc1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DVoZdwahCRT7gYo2PF1i0YQjHPLFsnhNBlbIOtkR5PeHHvs-_6xbjUYmpFJWWRLlNtLhdC_O9KIdeyutR1YHWUjVRX9cPp7IbPnScJdJOpNifT_sT3NhJjQS_LCteJI35ADnzo_Y-NA/s320/sc1.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I snapped a pic of this truck that Brian has rebuilt. It's almost completely done. It looks really good. He says that it "Carter's truck." I say that's a bunch of bull shiz! Ha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaewF-mhgsN9dCgGeCJoM6BiImu_dnmsliBtOp-jVCNLlCJ0fdYP-Ir_yHhe3nFfZf1genMDW75c7kv92Vr4lFrjMQQOcVqVjYg8c2jtzFPIECCGpAUZDz7ycF0kE2c9XeKSRr-r2lgtM/s1600/sc7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaewF-mhgsN9dCgGeCJoM6BiImu_dnmsliBtOp-jVCNLlCJ0fdYP-Ir_yHhe3nFfZf1genMDW75c7kv92Vr4lFrjMQQOcVqVjYg8c2jtzFPIECCGpAUZDz7ycF0kE2c9XeKSRr-r2lgtM/s320/sc7.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, we enter Super Chevy and I could feel Brian's excitement. Just look at all these old cars</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMQY35PtPi9rkZM_yNPRN1IHxDiggbQKrgkqAWeQ8szuIX6JpTMHpFX6Hz4QnAcuScH29gyNlNi6ekEsDuv-FwAKptcwJu-NJZvQg20LVj4rSto0buzmrRZvIU-VGA_YIgynbb_pKrqY/s1600/sc3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMQY35PtPi9rkZM_yNPRN1IHxDiggbQKrgkqAWeQ8szuIX6JpTMHpFX6Hz4QnAcuScH29gyNlNi6ekEsDuv-FwAKptcwJu-NJZvQg20LVj4rSto0buzmrRZvIU-VGA_YIgynbb_pKrqY/s320/sc3.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was Carter's favorite.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj96p1phHniwYIrysT0DyqzfLYTXjO3xefCc9Qi1V0V-wBtr6C9Oxx8Gr9bk9yOb5aGBDbJgUh7HFky7dE8vfFe7VP88OC2HPAE6VehiLIMGpwkJ0Tuubt5yaIhGOMI_H2aMmwahv5hnM8/s1600/sc4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj96p1phHniwYIrysT0DyqzfLYTXjO3xefCc9Qi1V0V-wBtr6C9Oxx8Gr9bk9yOb5aGBDbJgUh7HFky7dE8vfFe7VP88OC2HPAE6VehiLIMGpwkJ0Tuubt5yaIhGOMI_H2aMmwahv5hnM8/s320/sc4.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, when we get to this camaro Brian mumbles something about how I won't let him get a car like this. Brian. The guy with 4 trucks. Really? No, sweet baby. It's not your "old lady" or "the ole ball and chain" that won't let you get a sweet camaro like this. It's your bank account, ok? Ha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2U8p5spJ6Fjv6s0tidyo_Vz9AvjVPiLSICtbZNi5QkGjuofpzmqP1tVLKTUlGH9TW9pElw4DkIXOocwA8SGWcFDOhieOfvbAL9Iku8l-n_mbdSIQIj3xpYz3XjcOk8RxP-2SK59RZ_Lc/s1600/sc2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2U8p5spJ6Fjv6s0tidyo_Vz9AvjVPiLSICtbZNi5QkGjuofpzmqP1tVLKTUlGH9TW9pElw4DkIXOocwA8SGWcFDOhieOfvbAL9Iku8l-n_mbdSIQIj3xpYz3XjcOk8RxP-2SK59RZ_Lc/s320/sc2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The food. Lord help us! Brian <strike>ran </strike>walked straight to get a Pronto Pup after only being awake for about an hour. Night shift will have you eating weird things at weird times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdJqQX1LqAMLfMo79w4gZz0r1bhCNHGXMOx37JE9KHnwjjlXd-UlRuIWrx0o0-jLhiV3MCsXlsBWofsTss8Dvr_GdiBNWOS4ajTWUFRrY28qYkBg1oKZ0xRrS3fuLYFvMpGpbQ7DAwbg/s1600/sc11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdJqQX1LqAMLfMo79w4gZz0r1bhCNHGXMOx37JE9KHnwjjlXd-UlRuIWrx0o0-jLhiV3MCsXlsBWofsTss8Dvr_GdiBNWOS4ajTWUFRrY28qYkBg1oKZ0xRrS3fuLYFvMpGpbQ7DAwbg/s320/sc11.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Carter had his first funnel cake. Oh, and yeah, Brian had that beer for breakfast too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32lKseo7cUJPieOysy2tGfA-aGkCZlDIkw1SpgSpdaCuOCmkmkRM2YW4KulahOThhwjpKRtn-CthLGIjW1jCNBtBbbEixiZF9KP58lsGJx0EpT_SHoqs3BhW4ME-CRRbPxio7cl77Vk8/s1600/sc6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32lKseo7cUJPieOysy2tGfA-aGkCZlDIkw1SpgSpdaCuOCmkmkRM2YW4KulahOThhwjpKRtn-CthLGIjW1jCNBtBbbEixiZF9KP58lsGJx0EpT_SHoqs3BhW4ME-CRRbPxio7cl77Vk8/s320/sc6.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I indulged in these fried potatoes while Brian went and grabbed a grilled chicken on a stick. Lol!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzB7fxelheSdy8SiaQ8adpdmGfiUjr1R2PH-zZ6yNqGnmSnOo4tUy3FPW1e7SBl3GSmy0mA9aEKuk30ojwudSfuCpdSJjZp8q5EkWb3Ah2GnI8jinoZQY-Z-LRjwCMAR2RhTg3y1Mx38Y/s1600/sc13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzB7fxelheSdy8SiaQ8adpdmGfiUjr1R2PH-zZ6yNqGnmSnOo4tUy3FPW1e7SBl3GSmy0mA9aEKuk30ojwudSfuCpdSJjZp8q5EkWb3Ah2GnI8jinoZQY-Z-LRjwCMAR2RhTg3y1Mx38Y/s320/sc13.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The smell of all this food was just unreal!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After we stuffed our faces we did some more walking around and watched a few cars run down the track. It's been a hot minute since I was in one place with so many mullets, y'all. I mean mullets galore! Here's a few things I saw...a go-cart with a toilet bowl for the seat with a big ass LSU Tigers sign on it. I tried so hard to get a pic but that little guy was fast and my camera is slow. Bummer! I saw a lady wearing blue plaid pajama pants with an Arkansas Razorback t-shirt and red crocs. There was a lot of camo, mossy oak and shadow grass. I saw 2 guys riding a crotchrocket wearing overalls. Now that was really unusual. The others not so much but the overalls and crotchrocket made me do a double take.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, basically, you weren't cool if you weren't representing some SEC team, wearing overalls, or camo. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVjW_hW_kQ4UOuOWD75Pn58ylAr2INKE8LN8sG7cHCmWpSvlgpzVFJ_eKnS-AaNqoIEW5CyHfRKvqPJlljOOWyy40ux3ZNoY9rbqHdDO81rtiWqsSz4jrUG_GnIhyphenhyphen3NwhW8eyaDGaA7o/s1600/sc5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVjW_hW_kQ4UOuOWD75Pn58ylAr2INKE8LN8sG7cHCmWpSvlgpzVFJ_eKnS-AaNqoIEW5CyHfRKvqPJlljOOWyy40ux3ZNoY9rbqHdDO81rtiWqsSz4jrUG_GnIhyphenhyphen3NwhW8eyaDGaA7o/s320/sc5.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> As you can see, I clearly fit in. It is nowhere near time for college football but I represent the Georgia Dawgs year round. Go Dawgs! Sic em'! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiK4848GFiUQUwAaho1_o1qrCN4hPvuJDIOS7jtTufOYDQ0CNSL24aSptMXmCNQNzI0BIOpt2TGktfFRNhWr5O8GREiWm5RGFgmihrxRSCSDBhyK-n8qGbnxdrhsJhP2SQVWlY8bnwTQk/s1600/sc10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiK4848GFiUQUwAaho1_o1qrCN4hPvuJDIOS7jtTufOYDQ0CNSL24aSptMXmCNQNzI0BIOpt2TGktfFRNhWr5O8GREiWm5RGFgmihrxRSCSDBhyK-n8qGbnxdrhsJhP2SQVWlY8bnwTQk/s320/sc10.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hubby was good to go to in his Talladega shirt with a tall boy. Yes sir!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlA1um0G6kdx-M1yKhzQKJQmmWXSTZvx3quUcWYXkfDWlMuwlWzbStbvKDSdAqth6KOXMCnUFPf3ZLj6woWJVbyI9mEnXBdRmvWbYVijsFSkHNA9nLLetDIN3YMn6i0hm42NxCrAJWGE/s1600/sc9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlA1um0G6kdx-M1yKhzQKJQmmWXSTZvx3quUcWYXkfDWlMuwlWzbStbvKDSdAqth6KOXMCnUFPf3ZLj6woWJVbyI9mEnXBdRmvWbYVijsFSkHNA9nLLetDIN3YMn6i0hm42NxCrAJWGE/s320/sc9.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And our sweet little baby boy with the blonde mullet fit right in too. He has NEVER had a hair cut. Lol! Brian freaks when I talk about it. Not sure why. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rjRnc3i2vNru-f9IN4u37s-TRThJri9lIaM2StliRnVZW0bON-tqrCE3InrHnloxdMT3YxYx7wvVwvD9f-vmRJkLkLqtm4OHLCGGoH77QGrP4gBZSYDlJg2a-XjwaopD0QLDvzy59Pg/s1600/sc14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rjRnc3i2vNru-f9IN4u37s-TRThJri9lIaM2StliRnVZW0bON-tqrCE3InrHnloxdMT3YxYx7wvVwvD9f-vmRJkLkLqtm4OHLCGGoH77QGrP4gBZSYDlJg2a-XjwaopD0QLDvzy59Pg/s320/sc14.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later in the evening the cars began to race and clearly you can see that little baby's ears were hurting. So we had to leave.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRFhyXjmHPmYNl3EMlr0IZ-bf6xUyx3ijpHX9bP0o9OqsEtYLZeBCH1H6lZUl2PgLxkfWNAJhurPeNiepdQEEAsAVm5jmhsS8v5vNtGow1Sm9tzZtaGhek8Zjip01WW_qkS7O8SFWXUA/s1600/sc8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRFhyXjmHPmYNl3EMlr0IZ-bf6xUyx3ijpHX9bP0o9OqsEtYLZeBCH1H6lZUl2PgLxkfWNAJhurPeNiepdQEEAsAVm5jmhsS8v5vNtGow1Sm9tzZtaGhek8Zjip01WW_qkS7O8SFWXUA/s320/sc8.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Carter wasn't ready to leave so Brian's dad met us there so he could stay a little bit longer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCNU3RpXb0MJ-uxZzsRn4EMA4I2ojHK4twTq-fsng7-wtfYDhQP-Bi8zI2UpE8bB5qi_VAh6gWF2j46FJjfIHO5J5sN4M47rcjORraUzNP4CMLNvE3Xy7qVNxQXpVs3fiVIkP0T2dyyfo/s1600/sc15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCNU3RpXb0MJ-uxZzsRn4EMA4I2ojHK4twTq-fsng7-wtfYDhQP-Bi8zI2UpE8bB5qi_VAh6gWF2j46FJjfIHO5J5sN4M47rcjORraUzNP4CMLNvE3Xy7qVNxQXpVs3fiVIkP0T2dyyfo/s320/sc15.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> And I leave you with this. This is a pic of this mommy's Super Chevy! Haha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center"><br />
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