Arguably THE BEST Star Wars film in the series of 6 is…
…Star Wars: Episode III- Revenge Of The Sith!
#1. Padme, the ultimate Cougar, has Anakin’s babies.
If this never happened there would not have been Episode IV, V and VI.
#2. Duh…Anakin turns to the darkside and get’s his new title…
Darth Vader!
#3. Yoda is pretty Kick Ass
Ok…Maybe, just maybe Episode I- The Phantom Menace…
…but only because if Anakin hadn’t been put on the Gambling table and Obi-Wan Kenobi hadn’t CHEATED with the dice!!!…we wouldn’t have had any of the other 5 films in the most awesome series that is Star Wars.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Adoption: My Journey To Be A Parent
10 years ago I was packing and readying myself for a journey through Spain.
Meanwhile on the other side of the Equator there was a woman giving birth to my Daughter…
…And I didn’t know till several months later even of her existence.
This is NOT about the adoption of my Children but that which led up to it.
I remember every moment.
After my Ex and I got engaged we started trying to have a family. We thought…
…”What the hell, if something happens it happens.”
We knew what we both wanted.
About a year after we were married I knew something was wrong.
I went to see a local Doctor in Valdosta and he put my on Clomid.
Clomid is a pill you take orally, it was supposed to increase my egg production, and I’m sure it did.
I took it for more months than I probably should have. I was only in my mid 20’s, nothing should have been wrong with me.
Every month myperiod cycle would come.
Every month I would cry like I had just lost a child.
Finally, I went to see a Fertility Specialist in Jacksonville Fl.
I would have to have surgery, not so invasive, but surgery just the same. Many women have to go through this...
2 incisions in my pelvic area and one near my belly button so they could have a look around at my insides.
I remember waiting to have my surgery. My friend Christine who was/is a Dr. in Psychology, her specialization was terminal Children…She came to see me and brought me playing cards as we caught up…
Note...I am still curious how you can go to bed at night and not cry yourself to sleep knowing, soon your patient is going to die. She’s always been amazing and her career choice…well, that makes her even more incredible.
They blew up my Belly with gas and perused my insides.
The Doctor found a little more than a regular amount of Endometriosis but other than that I was normal.
On the 3 hour drive home I remember feeling like I had to go to the bathroom I was so uncomfortable. The gas was pressing still on my blatter.
I made my appointment to see my Doctor to discuss my/our options…
I was 27 and healthy. I had options.
Artificial Insemination otherwise known as the Turkey baster method was my/our choice.
In my first blog about Adoption I skirted through how it didn’t work…I’m gonna go a little more in-depth now...
I injected myself with the drug Follistim everyday for a couple of weeks timed with myperiod cycle…for Months.
Follistim, like Clomid, made me grow more eggs than I normally would hopefully giving me/us a better chance at conceiving a Child.
A week or so before I was getting ready to ovulate my abdomen would start to itch…
…I could FEEL these eggs growing inside of me pushing against my skin.
About a week before I was supposed to Ovulate I would head every other day to Jacksonville, 3 hours away, by myself so my Doctor could check on my egg situation.
Vividly I recall laying on the table my legs up and spread, cold in the stirrups…every other day he would insert a dildo shaped sonogram device into me. On the monitor we would look at the amazing amount of eggs I was producing.
When they were ready I would inject myself with yet another drug to release all my amazing eggs so I could be inseminated with my then husbands sperm. Then I would lay there.
The first time I/we tried I said to my Doctor right after he had inseminated me…
…”So you gonna call me in the morning?”
I thought I was hilarious.
Inevitably, 2 weeks later I would be crying and sometimes throwing things, soft plush-able things that wouldn’t break…
Every month my heart would sink and then it would rise again as I gave myself/us yet another chance…My eggs were amazing.
His Sperm was fine.
It was all Me though…something was/is wrong with my body.
People sometimes ask me if I’ve ever been pregnant before.
No, I never have.
…When I was younger I felt like a failure.
I cried once a month for years on out.
Half of a Woman unable to do that which would propagate my then Husbands ’self' and make him eternal…
...by giving birth to his Child.
The psychological ups and downs of not being able to conceive a Child can damage a Woman.
Then you have to ask your Spouse for the gift of life…via someone else.
…And if you are reading this and you have/had these issues…
…I have found out that…
One does not become Maternal by giving birth to a Child.
One becomes Maternal when a Child is placed in your arms and you call Your Child by their name.
My DNA will never go forth…
…but…
…My Children I truly believe I would have given birth to. They would have just come to me in different bodies.
I love the bodies they came to me in though. Each of them so precious and special, full of Love and independence. Gorgeous each of them…No really, they are some super fantastic, handsome and beautiful, great little beings.
Our story is Our’s and I know it’s precious and makes us who we are today.
My Children’s names are BrownNut, LoveBug and LittleGuy. They are my children and I am their Mother…
…And one more bit of advise…
Please don’t tell someone who is adopting because of infertility…
…”Oh, I know so and so and as soon as they adopted she got pregnant.”
It doesn’t help at all. It doesn’t give someone hope like you might think.
…it makes them remember the feelings of failure they have with their bodies that they have been trying to overcome for years.
Meanwhile on the other side of the Equator there was a woman giving birth to my Daughter…
…And I didn’t know till several months later even of her existence.
This is NOT about the adoption of my Children but that which led up to it.
I remember every moment.
After my Ex and I got engaged we started trying to have a family. We thought…
…”What the hell, if something happens it happens.”
We knew what we both wanted.
About a year after we were married I knew something was wrong.
I went to see a local Doctor in Valdosta and he put my on Clomid.
Clomid is a pill you take orally, it was supposed to increase my egg production, and I’m sure it did.
I took it for more months than I probably should have. I was only in my mid 20’s, nothing should have been wrong with me.
Every month my
Every month I would cry like I had just lost a child.
Finally, I went to see a Fertility Specialist in Jacksonville Fl.
I would have to have surgery, not so invasive, but surgery just the same. Many women have to go through this...
2 incisions in my pelvic area and one near my belly button so they could have a look around at my insides.
I remember waiting to have my surgery. My friend Christine who was/is a Dr. in Psychology, her specialization was terminal Children…She came to see me and brought me playing cards as we caught up…
Note...I am still curious how you can go to bed at night and not cry yourself to sleep knowing, soon your patient is going to die. She’s always been amazing and her career choice…well, that makes her even more incredible.
They blew up my Belly with gas and perused my insides.
The Doctor found a little more than a regular amount of Endometriosis but other than that I was normal.
On the 3 hour drive home I remember feeling like I had to go to the bathroom I was so uncomfortable. The gas was pressing still on my blatter.
I made my appointment to see my Doctor to discuss my/our options…
I was 27 and healthy. I had options.
Artificial Insemination otherwise known as the Turkey baster method was my/our choice.
In my first blog about Adoption I skirted through how it didn’t work…I’m gonna go a little more in-depth now...
I injected myself with the drug Follistim everyday for a couple of weeks timed with my
Follistim, like Clomid, made me grow more eggs than I normally would hopefully giving me/us a better chance at conceiving a Child.
A week or so before I was getting ready to ovulate my abdomen would start to itch…
…I could FEEL these eggs growing inside of me pushing against my skin.
About a week before I was supposed to Ovulate I would head every other day to Jacksonville, 3 hours away, by myself so my Doctor could check on my egg situation.
Vividly I recall laying on the table my legs up and spread, cold in the stirrups…every other day he would insert a dildo shaped sonogram device into me. On the monitor we would look at the amazing amount of eggs I was producing.
When they were ready I would inject myself with yet another drug to release all my amazing eggs so I could be inseminated with my then husbands sperm. Then I would lay there.
The first time I/we tried I said to my Doctor right after he had inseminated me…
…”So you gonna call me in the morning?”
I thought I was hilarious.
Inevitably, 2 weeks later I would be crying and sometimes throwing things, soft plush-able things that wouldn’t break…
Every month my heart would sink and then it would rise again as I gave myself/us yet another chance…My eggs were amazing.
His Sperm was fine.
It was all Me though…something was/is wrong with my body.
People sometimes ask me if I’ve ever been pregnant before.
No, I never have.
…When I was younger I felt like a failure.
I cried once a month for years on out.
Half of a Woman unable to do that which would propagate my then Husbands ’self' and make him eternal…
...by giving birth to his Child.
The psychological ups and downs of not being able to conceive a Child can damage a Woman.
Then you have to ask your Spouse for the gift of life…via someone else.
…And if you are reading this and you have/had these issues…
…I have found out that…
One does not become Maternal by giving birth to a Child.
One becomes Maternal when a Child is placed in your arms and you call Your Child by their name.
My DNA will never go forth…
…but…
…My Children I truly believe I would have given birth to. They would have just come to me in different bodies.
I love the bodies they came to me in though. Each of them so precious and special, full of Love and independence. Gorgeous each of them…No really, they are some super fantastic, handsome and beautiful, great little beings.
Our story is Our’s and I know it’s precious and makes us who we are today.
My Children’s names are BrownNut, LoveBug and LittleGuy. They are my children and I am their Mother…
…And one more bit of advise…
Please don’t tell someone who is adopting because of infertility…
…”Oh, I know so and so and as soon as they adopted she got pregnant.”
It doesn’t help at all. It doesn’t give someone hope like you might think.
…it makes them remember the feelings of failure they have with their bodies that they have been trying to overcome for years.
Adoption: Some Answers
I think most of my readers are aware that my Children were adopted.
My Daughter, BrownNut, from Peru. Age 10 tomorrow.
My middle Son, LoveBug, from Korea. Age 8 last week.
And my youngest Son, ‘LittleGuy’, born in Japan but a U.S. domestic adoption. Age 7 today.
Not one of their adoptions was easy or inexpensive.
I have over heard people say that they don’t understand why adoption is so expensive…
…”It’s like you are buying a baby.”
Nothing bothers me more than that statement, other than…
…”You are not their real Mother.”
When we were living in Japan we were looked at by other Military Families who were looking to adopt as what could be described as experts on adoption…that was before our youngest was born…
…after that I was stopped constantly because we had reached a sort of celebrity status.
While my Ex was busy with work and I with Squadron Spouse duties and raising three Children I was able to find time, when asked, to sit on panels as prospective parents would ask questions…
...and often they didn’t like my answers.
There were always 3 predominant questions…
…”Why is it so expensive?”
…”How can we make the process easier?”
…”Why does it take so long?"
There are several reasons why International adoption is expensive.
First off you have SO much paperwork to fill out and if there is an official stamp the country you are adopting from will want it…and each one of those cost’s money and you are doing everything in triplicate…not to mention Fed Ex and over nighting things when needed.
…And then you have to get everything Notarized as well.
Then you have agency fee’s.
You are paying people to do a service for you…
…to find a Child that doesn’t not have parents and has been declared legally abandoned.
They post flies all over the City or Town the Child was found…
They post advertisements in Newspapers…
After a certain amount of time the Child is declared abandoned.
You have lawyer fees as well.
…and least not...
...If any of you has ever been to an orphanage you would know where some of the money goes.
How do you think an orphanage supplies food, milk, a roof and electricity for these Children. Some that aren’t legally abandoned that will just be housed and exist there indefinitely.
There are other places where the Children are taken care of, Foster homes.
Shouldn't these Foster Parents be compensated?
…As for making the process easier…
Well, most of us are not able to hire assistants to do paper work for us.
The paper work is extreme, must be dealt with in a timely manner and every i dotted and t crossed.
Even if you are using an Agency you are still required to do the paper work yourself…
…Nobody is going to do it for you.
On those panels I sat on people would ask…
…”But wait a minute, if I’m paying an Agency shouldn't they be doing the majority of the work?”
Me…”You are paying them to help you find a child and guide you in the process.”
Then there was the...
…”Why does the process take so long?"
Me…”I don’t know what your circumstances are. We all have our own story. You must start the process with the understanding no matter how long it takes you WILL find your Child and your Child will find their Parent. You have to look forward knowing it will take time. Sometimes it will take 1 year other times it will take 3. It’s all contingent on the country you are adopting from and the requirements you have given your Agency.”
The answers, like I said before, weren’t looked on with glee.
The process is long, there is a lot of money involved and the paperwork can make you go crazy.
…But…
…It’s worth every moment of waiting…
My Daughter, BrownNut, from Peru. Age 10 tomorrow.
My middle Son, LoveBug, from Korea. Age 8 last week.
And my youngest Son, ‘LittleGuy’, born in Japan but a U.S. domestic adoption. Age 7 today.
Not one of their adoptions was easy or inexpensive.
I have over heard people say that they don’t understand why adoption is so expensive…
…”It’s like you are buying a baby.”
Nothing bothers me more than that statement, other than…
…”You are not their real Mother.”
When we were living in Japan we were looked at by other Military Families who were looking to adopt as what could be described as experts on adoption…that was before our youngest was born…
…after that I was stopped constantly because we had reached a sort of celebrity status.
While my Ex was busy with work and I with Squadron Spouse duties and raising three Children I was able to find time, when asked, to sit on panels as prospective parents would ask questions…
...and often they didn’t like my answers.
There were always 3 predominant questions…
…”Why is it so expensive?”
…”How can we make the process easier?”
…”Why does it take so long?"
There are several reasons why International adoption is expensive.
First off you have SO much paperwork to fill out and if there is an official stamp the country you are adopting from will want it…and each one of those cost’s money and you are doing everything in triplicate…not to mention Fed Ex and over nighting things when needed.
…And then you have to get everything Notarized as well.
Then you have agency fee’s.
You are paying people to do a service for you…
…to find a Child that doesn’t not have parents and has been declared legally abandoned.
They post flies all over the City or Town the Child was found…
They post advertisements in Newspapers…
After a certain amount of time the Child is declared abandoned.
You have lawyer fees as well.
…and least not...
...If any of you has ever been to an orphanage you would know where some of the money goes.
How do you think an orphanage supplies food, milk, a roof and electricity for these Children. Some that aren’t legally abandoned that will just be housed and exist there indefinitely.
There are other places where the Children are taken care of, Foster homes.
Shouldn't these Foster Parents be compensated?
…As for making the process easier…
Well, most of us are not able to hire assistants to do paper work for us.
The paper work is extreme, must be dealt with in a timely manner and every i dotted and t crossed.
Even if you are using an Agency you are still required to do the paper work yourself…
…Nobody is going to do it for you.
On those panels I sat on people would ask…
…”But wait a minute, if I’m paying an Agency shouldn't they be doing the majority of the work?”
Me…”You are paying them to help you find a child and guide you in the process.”
Then there was the...
…”Why does the process take so long?"
Me…”I don’t know what your circumstances are. We all have our own story. You must start the process with the understanding no matter how long it takes you WILL find your Child and your Child will find their Parent. You have to look forward knowing it will take time. Sometimes it will take 1 year other times it will take 3. It’s all contingent on the country you are adopting from and the requirements you have given your Agency.”
The answers, like I said before, weren’t looked on with glee.
The process is long, there is a lot of money involved and the paperwork can make you go crazy.
…But…
…It’s worth every moment of waiting…
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Sept. 1st.
My life is awesome.
This morning my Children got ready for school and I didn’t have to yell at them but 3 times…That’s really good.
I got them to school on time…that is VERY normal…they have never been late.
I dropped them off and proceeded home to take a shower and get ready for the day.
I was being picked up at 10:30 by F9 who was also picking up F1 and F2…
…We had some errands to run before we met up with everyone else.
10:37 comes along and they are still not here.
10:38 up drives, to my delightful surprise, SF in her vehicle with F1 and following is F9 and F2. I hop in F9’s car…
Me…”Why were you late?”
F9…”I was at the liquor store.”
F2 and Me…”Oh, well, that’s ok as long as it wasn’t PTOshit bull.”
Note…F9 is the PTO president…we all make fun of her because of it.
We get where we needed to go…Rockrimmon.
Rockrimmon is not that far but a world away you would think by the time we got there…
Poor SF could only stay for a bit and leaves F1 with us as we are meeting up later.
Rockrimmon is where the bears live, as I like to say.
We get what we need and start in the direction of our next destination.
We start talking about our next trip…
…Maybe New York!
F2…”We would have to see a show.”
F9…”Broadway or off broadway?”
Me…”Both.”
F1…”What’s the difference?”
The difference is explained and I start singing…
Me…”If I can make it there I’ll make it anywhere…!”
F1…”So you would be off broadway.”
And we cackle like only women can.
We head to Jimmy Johns.
Jimmy Johns is having an anniversary celebration $1.00 for all their sandwiches.
I was fairly confident we would NOT be eating there when they told me about the promotion.
We drive by and I have my text ready to send out to SF, F15 and Kat….who are all meeting us…(We each had our list of who to notify in the event we had a change of plans.)
There was a line out the door…DHhhuuuuuuuu!
To Chipotle we head to be met by…
SF, F16, Kat…and F15 who never showed up ‘cause she ended up making $$$
There we all are eating our naked burritos and chatting and planning away the next couple months.
…Our calendars are filling fast with events.
…September is all ready rocking and October, well, who doesn’t love an October full of fun!
Blah, blah, blah…
I decide to have a Halloween party the Friday before Halloween, the 28th.
F1’s B-day is Friday the 14th…we decide to make plans for the Ritz…'another night at the Roxberry’.
Blah, blah, blah…
F16 gets up to take her youngest to the bathroom…
Me…”I hate her body!”
Her body is smokin' hot and if you leave the table I WILL say something about you…and then say it to your face!…and I did when she returned.
It was a compliment.
We part ways and F 9 drives me home.
I’m planning on some meditation…aka…a nap.
I’m intruppted though by F15’s husband…"My brother from another Mother”.
…”Did you eat lunch yet.”
…”Yup:(“
…"Loser.”
…”Yup.”
…”You home? What do you have to drink?”
…”No Gatorade. Just vodka, rum, oh! and oj and milk.”
…”I’m comin' over.”
…”How long?”
…”5 min.”
My Brother from another Mother arrives with his lunch…Chipotle.
I make him some lemonade...
…and we begin our chat.
My Brother from another Mother and I are one day gonna write a book.
We share a lot of the same views with concerns to relationships, religion, politics…to how to raise Children!
You call it out or name it…he’s an Atheist and I’m a Wiccan…
…but we have the best conversations in the World, RESPECTFULLY!
He say to me…
…”I’m almost expecting you to start typing away.”
…And one day I will type away.
He has great logical views of the World we live in. A born Again Christian at the age of 12…They didn’t like his questions in Church!
…Then he left after a an hour or so.
My Ex was able to pick up our Children form school today…
…I have the night off to work on what I love to do…
…write…
…and make things in my ‘studio’ (a spare room that I keep my art supplies).
This is but a portion of my normal, tiny World I live.
A portion of a day in the life of Me, Myself and I….The Un-Holy Trinity that is Kristin.
My life is awesome.
This morning my Children got ready for school and I didn’t have to yell at them but 3 times…That’s really good.
I got them to school on time…that is VERY normal…they have never been late.
I dropped them off and proceeded home to take a shower and get ready for the day.
I was being picked up at 10:30 by F9 who was also picking up F1 and F2…
…We had some errands to run before we met up with everyone else.
10:37 comes along and they are still not here.
10:38 up drives, to my delightful surprise, SF in her vehicle with F1 and following is F9 and F2. I hop in F9’s car…
Me…”Why were you late?”
F9…”I was at the liquor store.”
F2 and Me…”Oh, well, that’s ok as long as it wasn’t PTO
Note…F9 is the PTO president…we all make fun of her because of it.
We get where we needed to go…Rockrimmon.
Rockrimmon is not that far but a world away you would think by the time we got there…
Poor SF could only stay for a bit and leaves F1 with us as we are meeting up later.
Rockrimmon is where the bears live, as I like to say.
We get what we need and start in the direction of our next destination.
We start talking about our next trip…
…Maybe New York!
F2…”We would have to see a show.”
F9…”Broadway or off broadway?”
Me…”Both.”
F1…”What’s the difference?”
The difference is explained and I start singing…
Me…”If I can make it there I’ll make it anywhere…!”
F1…”So you would be off broadway.”
And we cackle like only women can.
We head to Jimmy Johns.
Jimmy Johns is having an anniversary celebration $1.00 for all their sandwiches.
I was fairly confident we would NOT be eating there when they told me about the promotion.
We drive by and I have my text ready to send out to SF, F15 and Kat….who are all meeting us…(We each had our list of who to notify in the event we had a change of plans.)
There was a line out the door…DHhhuuuuuuuu!
To Chipotle we head to be met by…
SF, F16, Kat…and F15 who never showed up ‘cause she ended up making $$$
There we all are eating our naked burritos and chatting and planning away the next couple months.
…Our calendars are filling fast with events.
…September is all ready rocking and October, well, who doesn’t love an October full of fun!
Blah, blah, blah…
I decide to have a Halloween party the Friday before Halloween, the 28th.
F1’s B-day is Friday the 14th…we decide to make plans for the Ritz…'another night at the Roxberry’.
Blah, blah, blah…
F16 gets up to take her youngest to the bathroom…
Me…”I hate her body!”
Her body is smokin' hot and if you leave the table I WILL say something about you…and then say it to your face!…and I did when she returned.
It was a compliment.
We part ways and F 9 drives me home.
I’m planning on some meditation…aka…a nap.
I’m intruppted though by F15’s husband…"My brother from another Mother”.
…”Did you eat lunch yet.”
…”Yup:(“
…"Loser.”
…”Yup.”
…”You home? What do you have to drink?”
…”No Gatorade. Just vodka, rum, oh! and oj and milk.”
…”I’m comin' over.”
…”How long?”
…”5 min.”
My Brother from another Mother arrives with his lunch…Chipotle.
I make him some lemonade...
…and we begin our chat.
My Brother from another Mother and I are one day gonna write a book.
We share a lot of the same views with concerns to relationships, religion, politics…to how to raise Children!
You call it out or name it…he’s an Atheist and I’m a Wiccan…
…but we have the best conversations in the World, RESPECTFULLY!
He say to me…
…”I’m almost expecting you to start typing away.”
…And one day I will type away.
He has great logical views of the World we live in. A born Again Christian at the age of 12…They didn’t like his questions in Church!
…Then he left after a an hour or so.
My Ex was able to pick up our Children form school today…
…I have the night off to work on what I love to do…
…write…
…and make things in my ‘studio’ (a spare room that I keep my art supplies).
This is but a portion of my normal, tiny World I live.
A portion of a day in the life of Me, Myself and I….The Un-Holy Trinity that is Kristin.
My life is awesome.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Las Vegas, Volume 5: Pictures
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| Yes. I’m IN the fountain. |
Me…”Dress like a whore and lay by pools.”
We were no where near dressed like whores though.
I don’t know if you know this about me but I LOVE having my picture taken. I have always thought I look better in photographs than in real life.
F69 got really tired of all the pictures taken…her frustration was visible as she would roll her eyes at us…and then she would click away to appease our vanity.
Thank you F69.
So now for a Photo-ish blog.
Oh and the swimsuit pictures are towards the bottom fellas…Put together for your spank bank.
This is Alex…I have no idea why they have barf bags.
Happy Hour…we are all very happy!
F’n Miss Daisy and Me.
I absolutely adore this picture as it captures my relationship with F15.
F1, The Un Holy Trinity and F2
I’ve had this skirt for 20 years and yes, those ARE my panties and no I never got them in a wad.
My super awesome amazing friends.
Up stairs at lavo.
Did I tell ya I love having my picture taken?
F69’s payment for all the pictures was that none of us complained how much time we had to spend at M&M world.
Sunday was F2’s 38th Birthday!!!
Happy Birthday!!!
I had to wear this dress.
I had NOTHING on underneath it…NOTHING.
I had just yelled at F1 and F2 that our table was ready.
Then I struck my pose.
This is F69 and Matt.
Matt hooked us up.
F1, Me and F15 in a cab on the way to The Tropicana.
They are so HOT!…
Don’t ya think so?
At The Tropicana.
This is us at the MGM pool.
F1, F15 and I did some major pool while the others spent the afternoon in some strangers Cabana at Azure. Drinking free booze.
Way to go F2, SF and F 69.
Had to get in the Fountain.
…Because Chas had told me to…
“Stay out of the fountains!”
Hotties!
I think the smaller the swimsuit the less people notice the parts I don’t like about myself.
More Hot Chicks.
I like this shot…but in real life this swimsuit really didn’t look that great on me.
Dancing on our tables at Azure in our Cabana.
Chillin…with Rabbit ears courtesy of F15.
Last but not least…6 Women, 53 pairs of shoes.
What a great time I had with my girl friends.
I wish everyone had friends like me.
…”I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!"
Monday, August 29, 2011
Chick Fil A
…it’s titled…
"Everyone should have a Funny Wiccan in their life that loves Chick Fil A”
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Everyone-should-have-a-funny-Wiccan-in-their-life-that-loves-Chick-Fil-A/107965692573092
You can be a fan of mine if you are not already.
It’s not my favorite restaurant in the whole world but as far as fast food joint’s go in the U.S. …I love it.
(I also love Chipotle.)
Note…If I was in Japan it would be Moss Burger and Coco’s Curry House (fried eggplant, level 5 unless I have a hangover then I would order a level 7).
It’s always clean.
The food is great.
I get free drink re-fills because of my fame status as “The Funny Wiccan…”
Ok, not really but I like to pretend I’m special.
My Children can turn in CFA’s always educational in some way “toy” and get an ice-cream instead.
We go almost every time school is cancelled because of snow. My friends and I will all meet and we stay there as long as we can while our Children play away.
I once stayed there for 3hrs and 45 min.
I’m always trying to break my own record.I respect the owners closing on their Sabbath. It’s frustrating sometimes when all I want is the greatest Arnold Palmer or a Chicken sandwich or some Strips on Sunday. I deal with it as I drive by then realize why there are no cars in the lot…
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I don’t eat their everyday or even every week ‘cause then I’d be Fat and not Phat.
I was so excited when they unveiled the ‘Spicy Chicken Sandwich’.
I love spicy food.
I like to eat my Spicy Chicken Sandwich with either ranch dressing on it or…if you wanna get out of the box a little…
…its amazing with the carrot raisin slaw on it! The sweet and spicy is a great combo. Trust me…I know food.
The other day I was having a conversation with one of my friends about why the drinks are so good there…We came to the agreement that it was because of the styrofoam cups. Not great for the environment but if they make my
This is an actual example of a meal I had there———>
The fries aren’t mine…I plunder them from my Children, I figure they don’t need them all and can spare a few.
Chick Fil A gives food away all the time.
They have ‘dress as a cow’ day.
They give breakfasts away as well…
Tomorrow I’m gonna eat there for FREE because I made a reservation!
How cool is that!
My Birthday is September 23…my Children don’t have school that day and I’ll be at Chick Fil A on North Carefree at 11:30am if you wanna join me! (I’m not buying your lunch though.)
I’m not sure if Chick Fil A would be happy or proud to have me as a spokes person but…
…”It’s my pleasure.”
To tell you about the things I love and Chick Fil A is one of them.
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Sunday, August 28, 2011
ManHater
Yesterday, or the day before, I can’t remember…we spend so much time together…
…Kat and I were chatting and she shared with me a conversation my daughter, BrownNut and she had earlier in the day.
BN…”I think I figured out why Colbalt, barks at men.”
Note…Colbalt is one of Kat’sChiwawawas Chihuahuas. He weighs 1.3 Lbs and is a tea cup. He’s awesome and has a half brother, Pedro…who’s a bit bigger. They have an incestuous, gay relationship full of love…they are a fabulous additions to her family.
Colbalt only barks at only Men.
K…”Why do you think that?”
BN…”I think he over hears you and my Mom talking about Men.”
Note…If you are a Man remotely in my life or ever have been don’t worry…I have a nickname for each and every one of you! You probably just don’t know it…although I know one knows his name.
It seems her wit had taken her to a place I would have never gone as she eavesdropped on us for years now…
BN…”He knows you and my Mom don’t like Men. That’s why he barks and growls at them.”
K…”We don’t hate Men and Colbalt doesn’t understand a word we say.”
It was probably more what I say than what Kat had ever said…
The other day Kat and I were discussing my upcoming 40th Birthday and what I was planning for it.
Me…”I don’t know. I know everyone is expecting me to have a big party but I really don’t feel like it…being THE only person without a date yet again.”
It’s really hard for some people to understand but I get stood up often…and all but once for one of my parties.
Do you know how embarrassing that is?!
I may play it off well, but even I can only take so many baseball bats to my ego before I put my arms up and say…
…”Fuck it!”
…and I’m not talking literally. The Men I have ever asked to be my date for any event and stood me up…I KNOW and still do. I still talk to them and I consider them my friends.
Maybe that’s the problem?!
I had to explain to my daughter that I don’t hate Men. Not at all.
When I got divorced I knew Men wouldn’t want to be associated with someone like me…
…divorced.
…almost 40.
…3 Children.
…lives in the Ghetto. (That’s a joke. I don’t live in the ghetto.)
and...
…drives a MINIVAN!
I can’t even take myself seriously. Why should anyone else?
As Iwrite type this I've come to the conclusion that I never should have expected any of them to actually show up. ‘Cause then they would have had to be scene seen with me….and then perhaps someone could have gotten the wrong idea.
I don’t hate Men, not at all…but with my impending 40th Birthday…
…well…
…I don’t want to have a party and show up to MY party, the only one without a date!
…I’ll probably have one though…
…When I have a party my goal is always to GIVE BACK to my friends who have given me so much through out the year.
…and what years I’ve had lately…I have a lot to give back.
So…Ladies and F17 (who shares my Bday-ish) with me…You may have something planned…
…But so do I!
…And I plan on having no date…
It just won’t be ON my birthday….as it seems F17 and I already have plans because WE have the BEST friends in the world…and everyone else should be jealous…
…I just don’t know what those plans are...
…Kat and I were chatting and she shared with me a conversation my daughter, BrownNut and she had earlier in the day.
BN…”I think I figured out why Colbalt, barks at men.”
Note…Colbalt is one of Kat’s
Colbalt only barks at only Men.
K…”Why do you think that?”
BN…”I think he over hears you and my Mom talking about Men.”
Note…If you are a Man remotely in my life or ever have been don’t worry…I have a nickname for each and every one of you! You probably just don’t know it…although I know one knows his name.
It seems her wit had taken her to a place I would have never gone as she eavesdropped on us for years now…
BN…”He knows you and my Mom don’t like Men. That’s why he barks and growls at them.”
K…”We don’t hate Men and Colbalt doesn’t understand a word we say.”
It was probably more what I say than what Kat had ever said…
The other day Kat and I were discussing my upcoming 40th Birthday and what I was planning for it.
Me…”I don’t know. I know everyone is expecting me to have a big party but I really don’t feel like it…being THE only person without a date yet again.”
It’s really hard for some people to understand but I get stood up often…and all but once for one of my parties.
Do you know how embarrassing that is?!
I may play it off well, but even I can only take so many baseball bats to my ego before I put my arms up and say…
…”Fuck it!”
…and I’m not talking literally. The Men I have ever asked to be my date for any event and stood me up…I KNOW and still do. I still talk to them and I consider them my friends.
Maybe that’s the problem?!
I had to explain to my daughter that I don’t hate Men. Not at all.
When I got divorced I knew Men wouldn’t want to be associated with someone like me…
…divorced.
…almost 40.
…3 Children.
…lives in the Ghetto. (That’s a joke. I don’t live in the ghetto.)
and...
…drives a MINIVAN!
I can’t even take myself seriously. Why should anyone else?
As I
I don’t hate Men, not at all…but with my impending 40th Birthday…
…well…
…I don’t want to have a party and show up to MY party, the only one without a date!
…I’ll probably have one though…
…When I have a party my goal is always to GIVE BACK to my friends who have given me so much through out the year.
…and what years I’ve had lately…I have a lot to give back.
So…Ladies and F17 (who shares my Bday-ish) with me…You may have something planned…
…But so do I!
…And I plan on having no date…
It just won’t be ON my birthday….as it seems F17 and I already have plans because WE have the BEST friends in the world…and everyone else should be jealous…
…I just don’t know what those plans are...
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