tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46589207057468988602024-03-12T23:15:15.254-05:00Today, you can call me CarmenAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-15745211808788138302010-07-06T11:36:00.000-05:002010-07-06T11:38:23.741-05:00Dancing Oblivion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/TDNb4VniIXI/AAAAAAAABBs/EpzRSzDjakY/s1600/DSC06278.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/TDNb4VniIXI/AAAAAAAABBs/EpzRSzDjakY/s320/DSC06278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490833394128527730" border="0" /></a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-75435456456366112362010-04-06T12:44:00.001-05:002010-04-06T12:45:32.073-05:00Jake's HouseVisited the house for the first time since the wake. It's painful to look at pictures from the past and know that she was there and now she's not. Strange.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-36886476664834535622010-04-06T12:35:00.002-05:002010-04-06T12:37:15.119-05:00TrustApparently I have trust issues...<br /><br />perhaps it's just that I question motivation. Forgive, never forget, question motives.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-54772903121445986162010-02-18T19:51:00.002-05:002010-02-18T20:01:05.353-05:00ever beenspiraling so fast that every turn brings you further down than up all sense of direction gone no bubbles to follow or light questioning then who does have your best interest in mind not him he negates too often not me too self effacing and the system is just demoralizing the things that matter the most which move close enough for you to touch and smell but too far for you to grab for safety that you can never have because it was denied years ago when you spiraled up sliding around a street sign feeling the tug of reality but happily closing your eyes to the warm sunshine on your face<br /><br />maybe that's when you died<br />that's why things seem so good<br />every year can't get better<br />no one is that fortunate<br />except that lady in the west at the nameless diner serving pie happy with the aquanet and anonymity<br /><br />yep, except herAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-28603530052029501732009-11-12T18:41:00.001-05:002009-11-12T18:44:21.462-05:00Fall picture time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvydzHtA_HI/AAAAAAAABAI/4WEj_5meHYc/s1600-h/Scarlett+Fall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvydzHtA_HI/AAAAAAAABAI/4WEj_5meHYc/s320/Scarlett+Fall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403367154504498290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Svydy2Y-9qI/AAAAAAAABAA/DPq6UFIJA18/s1600-h/Mason+Fall+Pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Svydy2Y-9qI/AAAAAAAABAA/DPq6UFIJA18/s320/Mason+Fall+Pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403367149857076898" /></a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-90270092969631197782009-11-08T23:15:00.002-05:002009-11-08T23:35:53.781-05:00Movies I watch, more than onceBreakfast at Tiffany's (so often Will clued in to buy it for a gift...really is a big deal)<div>Love, Actually</div><div>Bridget Jones' Diary </div><div>Sixteen Candles</div><div>Gone with the Wind (recitation on demand)</div><div>Summer School</div><div>The End of the Affair</div><div>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun</div><div>Footloose</div><div>Clue</div><div>Baby Boom</div><div>Funny Farm</div><div>Ghost </div><div>GhostBusters</div><div>Enchanted</div><div>Chicago</div><div>Peggy Sue Got Married</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm awaiting a committee meeting tomorrow at 1pm. Guess I can waste time watching movies...and ...so forth...</div><div><br /></div><div>Blues Brothers</div><div>Holiday Inn</div><div>Forgetting Sarah Marshall..cereal and surfing</div><div>Election</div><div>Requiem for a Dream</div><div>Notting Hill (really love it)</div><div>Imagine Me & You</div><div>Love Story</div><div>Almost anything with Parker Posey...so funny</div><div>St. Elmo's Fire (always wanted to have a group like that...I think I did...didn't like my role)</div><div>The Last Starfighter</div><div>The Lost Boys</div><div>Point Break</div><div>Logan's Run</div><div>Adventure's in Babysitting</div><div>Red Dawn</div><div>Road House</div><div>Big Trouble in Little China</div><div>Real Genius</div><div>Top Guns</div><div><br /></div><div>more for later</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-91192555773556423492009-11-07T11:22:00.004-05:002009-11-07T11:32:51.158-05:00Photo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWhB9O_96I/AAAAAAAAA_4/aK-sMNbkG80/s1600-h/wedding+scarlett.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWhB9O_96I/AAAAAAAAA_4/aK-sMNbkG80/s320/wedding+scarlett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401400383090194338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWhBoHC2-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/z_9YxBIUvcc/s1600-h/wedding4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWhBoHC2-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/z_9YxBIUvcc/s320/wedding4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401400377419684834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWhBdg36yI/AAAAAAAAA_o/MhrfapTAyD8/s1600-h/wedding5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWhBdg36yI/AAAAAAAAA_o/MhrfapTAyD8/s320/wedding5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401400374575229730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWhBGS1Y0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/JYfnKyf4DJo/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWfe6hiGMI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jtoR4dT59Io/s320/Gator+Game+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401398681555572930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWfeuRotxI/AAAAAAAAA_I/r3Uh9GQQfWU/s1600-h/gator+game+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWfeuRotxI/AAAAAAAAA_I/r3Uh9GQQfWU/s320/gator+game+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401398678267672338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWfeaqqeiI/AAAAAAAAA_A/n9I374Xn-oo/s1600-h/DSCN2681.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWfeaqqeiI/AAAAAAAAA_A/n9I374Xn-oo/s320/DSCN2681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401398673003936290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWfeN3JSqI/AAAAAAAAA-4/QCzGuaNCgUc/s1600-h/Barbara+and+bobby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SvWfeN3JSqI/AAAAAAAAA-4/QCzGuaNCgUc/s320/Barbara+and+bobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401398669566626466" border="0" /></a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-11358238057764626022009-11-02T13:39:00.002-05:002009-11-02T13:45:06.803-05:00Happy Halloween Gators!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8olgiUpEI/AAAAAAAAA-w/r8WF-M8fZTM/s1600-h/DSCN2678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8olgiUpEI/AAAAAAAAA-w/r8WF-M8fZTM/s320/DSCN2678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579103094678594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8olQmPrzI/AAAAAAAAA-o/GSZE3iLBG1A/s1600-h/DSCN2674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8olQmPrzI/AAAAAAAAA-o/GSZE3iLBG1A/s320/DSCN2674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579098816163634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8olBTfMFI/AAAAAAAAA-g/0NzapgHX8qU/s1600-h/DSCN2667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8olBTfMFI/AAAAAAAAA-g/0NzapgHX8qU/s320/DSCN2667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579094710956114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8ok2u8eNI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/RkpU1VTCSiw/s1600-h/DSCN2668.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8ok2u8eNI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/RkpU1VTCSiw/s320/DSCN2668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579091873331410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8okOZH5FI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FP7-fE0LxzQ/s1600-h/DSCN2651.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8okOZH5FI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FP7-fE0LxzQ/s320/DSCN2651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399579081044386898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8n_sbvm9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/JyWcV178HZs/s1600-h/DSCN2647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Su8n_sbvm9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/JyWcV178HZs/s320/DSCN2647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399578453453282258" border="0" /></a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-6918494009711286862009-10-12T08:42:00.002-05:002009-10-12T08:48:30.970-05:00ArgSome people are so full of shit...but so be it. Just. be. genuine. honest. sincere. polite. open. kind.<br /><br />Faltering happens<br /><br />Lacking kindness on occasion<br /><br />Humble infrequently<br /><br />But<br /><br />Always<br /><br />Genuine and OpenAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-86381775647796961692009-09-14T07:31:00.000-05:002009-09-14T07:32:01.129-05:00Very cool...I wanna do it too<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T22VEBznFVo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T22VEBznFVo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-40206724354437604662009-09-01T08:44:00.002-05:002009-09-01T09:05:20.169-05:00Big ass spiderI love lawn work. In the race to the lawnmower, I always win...or at least Will lets me think I've won. Sunday I went to the cavernous bomb shelter to get the lawnmower and was confronted by a BIG ASS SPIDER! Now you are thinking that I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exaggerating</span> and just thought it was large...being that I'm terrified of the little freaks, but NO, it really was a BIG ASS SPIDER. I woke Will from a snooze on the sofa because I had to show him this mutant living under the house. My brave fella got the flashlight and went into the den of freakish insects and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">arachnids</span> to search out the critter. He looked around and saw nothing then, crunch, or more like, mush. I think he broke one of it's legs. We put the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">specimen</span> in a glass jar so we could both be disgusted by the furry brown gag inspiring creature. That's all, nothing else, it was gross, Will caught it, I think there may be more, it's in a jar, and it was a BIG ASS SPIDER.<br /><br />In other news, classes started and this will be my last year of coursework. I've got the year worked out so that I will no longer have to sit through three hours of mind and ass numbing lectures. I can't tell you how relieved I feel. Now it just comes down to keeping up and learning something for comps and dissertation. Understand, however, that I might not have a job lined up to pay for this lifetime of debt, as I am too old and weathered to strip and my people skills (or lack there of) stop me from working reception. We'll see.<br /><br />Mason has become Scarlett's shadow. It is so heartwarming to see the two of them running around and playing. He wants to do whatever she is doing. If she sits in the floor working on a puzzle, he is right there messing with the pieces. Scarlett loves her brother or her baby. She races to see him first thing in the morning and gets upset if anyone else opens his door. They are the coolest kids...no goobers here. Mason has started saying many new words: Mabel, Jack, kitty, dog, Moo, Baa, Momma, Dada, this or that, all done, more more, bye and hi. There are more, but I can't think of them at the moment. Scarlett can read some words and can write almost anything. She carries around a little notebook taking notes. She looks like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">miniature</span> Nancy Drew, so cute.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-16870227480730893212009-08-26T08:49:00.001-05:002009-08-26T08:51:53.530-05:00Planning a trip to FLWe didn't make it over the summer...too much going on at the house.<br /><br />Looks like Will is making plans...wants to see family and friends.<br /><br />Don't know when...sometime in September.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-5957260392746796102009-08-16T10:01:00.000-05:002009-08-16T10:02:09.733-05:00From HopeCheck out <a href="http://www.earth911.org/static.html"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">this site</span></a>, enter your zip code and it will tell you what you can recycle in your area.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-79073453681298251612009-08-12T13:00:00.001-05:002009-08-12T13:00:33.532-05:00Just enjoy the show<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EC76b0VZQog&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EC76b0VZQog&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-54704645751151598012009-08-08T22:23:00.003-05:002009-08-08T22:39:01.522-05:00Tupelo in The Cave<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Sn5ESRUhe8I/AAAAAAAAA8g/KfjjxLFokI4/s1600-h/ash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Sn5ESRUhe8I/AAAAAAAAA8g/KfjjxLFokI4/s320/ash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367802886550027202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Sn5ER4SyTgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/6_lohGbsDgM/s1600-h/ash+anna+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/Sn5ER4SyTgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/6_lohGbsDgM/s320/ash+anna+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367802879831854594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Last weekend I was fortunate enough to enjoy the melodies of an old friend, Ashley Chambliss. At 14, I can remember sitting by her piano and listen to her create a storm of sound. She turned the keyboard into an entire orchestra...she was 16. We laughed, sang, played, and drank (yes mom and dad). We used cans of hair spray to get awesome beehives and drove our chorus teacher nuts with laughter. Sharing clothes, make up, and secrets, we had fun. I probably had a crush on her. I remember a falling out...I think over a peach prom dress (can you believe it?). So many years ago, but still, I find her amazing. She feels and puts it out there with her songs.<br /><br />A few years ago we started chatting and emailing, yay technology. We shared stories about our life paths with brutal honesty. It seemed easy to be honest about the suburbs with someone I felt connected to in an oppositional way.<br /><br />She is so talented. Her skill at the keyboard and her heartfelt songs mean something to me. Even Hope, once commented on how much she loved Ashley's music. You can look in the archive for her reference. Ashley inspires me. I watch her play in a dingy dark "cave" with low hanging ceilings and a shop vac duct taped to the toilet. Red wine courage brought me into the bar and the minute I heard her say my name, I felt like one of those screeching "Oh My God" girls.<br /><br />Her performance was great and I can't wait to see her play again. She seems like she is in such a good place in her life. So talented, thoughtful, beautiful, and peaceful...I hope I can make a positive impact in her life, too.<br /><br />Much love to you Ashley<br /><br />AnnaAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-38735840263137878222009-08-02T10:01:00.002-05:002009-08-02T13:30:33.637-05:00What I do knowis that you are there for me....our roaming bubble of health, happiness, and kindness.<br /><br />you can talk for 12 hours about college football, players turned pro, and college conspiracy theories.<br /><br />you let me sleep in on Saturday morning...knowing that Sunday you may not get to sleep in for as long.<br /><br />the happiest moments in my life were because of you.<br /><br />you took the baggage, the jealousy, the skinny broken teenager...the whole package, bumps, bruises, family and all.<br /><br />you are there, always.<br /><br />in the middle of the night when that terror strikes, so rare now, you will get out of bed and turn the lights on in the house and walk me to the kitchen. You're awake, you say. and it's ok.<br /><br />you are a better judge of people's intentions, sometimes.<br /><br />you sure can run.<br /><br />everyday, I remember fewer days of me and more days of us, and I like it.<br /><br />you crack a mean coconut...one of my favorite days...ever.<br /><br />the card reader in Jackson Square in New Orleans told us that I was going to have a couple of amazing things happen in my life and that you better hope to be there...they did and you were there...<br /><br />you let me throw a broom at you.<br /><br />against unappreciative eyes, you carried my laundry.<br /><br />Zook didn't scare you away.<br /><br />get your geek on Friday is fun because of you.<br /><br />you fold laundry and remove spiders, my superhero.<br /><br />I linger in stores, "just one more thing," you let me be that bag lady scavenger.<br /><br />you want a crazy RV too.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-54984876014937019522009-07-31T11:15:00.002-05:002009-07-31T11:18:21.438-05:00On the way to the post officeS: Where are we going?<br /><br />Me: Just down the street. (the kid knows how to get anywhere and everywhere)<br /><br />S: are we going to the place where you mailed those letters that time, remember that<br /><br />Me: Yes, that is where we're going. I do remember.<br /><br />S: Why did you mail those letters?<br /><br />Me: They were different types of letters. Some to friends and family.<br /><br />S: Why did you send them letters?<br /><br />Me: Because I care about them and love them.<br /><br />S: and you miss them?<br /><br />Me: That too.<br /><br />S: I want to send a letter to Aunt Hope, cause I miss her.<br /><br />TearsAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-69609753405034439852009-07-31T11:13:00.002-05:002009-07-31T11:15:00.535-05:00TodayChanging Mason's poop diaper after lunch<br /><br />He reached up and grabbed my hair laughing<br /><br />Gooey substance<br /><br />Peanut butter or poop?<br /><br />MommydomAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-59882057655137478512009-07-24T11:17:00.002-05:002009-07-24T11:20:34.611-05:00YesterdayI was out painting the deck and I had a conversation with Hope. I asked her what I should tell Scarlett because of the random and varied questions she throws at me. We'll be driving in the car or she'll be watching a show and suddenly start crying or become sad, "because I miss Aunt Hope."<br /><br />We'll today we we're watching a recording of So You Think You Can Dance...we like to pretend we can dance, Scarlett and I. Damn them for giving us a reason to talk.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QuMVaAxuH6o&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QuMVaAxuH6o&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-37679664158249804792009-07-23T10:42:00.000-05:002009-07-23T10:43:29.082-05:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TINA!!!A day early so that I said it First!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZClQw6lIQg&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZClQw6lIQg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-9910247851357009292009-07-22T22:57:00.000-05:002009-07-22T22:58:32.393-05:00You never can tellIt’s the sense that you know the horrors and the bad that makes having children so difficult. I feel it looming, that cloud of danger, omnipresent and dark. They hover in the distance, lurking, waiting for a step away in trusted surroundings and a false sense of security. You can’t trust that. Not in the projects, not in the suburbs. They are there and danger is certain. It’s knowing that frightens me the most. Panic. Fear. Pain that enters in the time when I’m alone…<br /><br />Last night I dreamed of a ship. The water. As it started to sink I climbed staring up at the foaming waves. The railing was white. It was an earthquake.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-21270481191099851732009-07-18T09:55:00.002-05:002009-07-18T10:02:14.957-05:00Minehaha...in reverse order<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SmHj3lJxR4I/AAAAAAAAA74/7hL1JIlocEE/s1600-h/DSCN2263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SmHj3lJxR4I/AAAAAAAAA74/7hL1JIlocEE/s320/DSCN2263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359815575553001346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SmHj3RDuGGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KzuP1uj76_M/s1600-h/DSCN2251.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SmHj3RDuGGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KzuP1uj76_M/s320/DSCN2251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359815570158917730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SmHj21VqsEI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5xBF7_NYu1k/s1600-h/DSCN2247.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SmHjO71od6I/AAAAAAAAA64/LfKcB3zL5KA/s320/DSCN2232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814877267916706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SmHjOhPT8lI/AAAAAAAAA6w/V-Q3Sryv6Ss/s1600-h/DSCN2229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R60aKIjFyo/SmHjOhPT8lI/AAAAAAAAA6w/V-Q3Sryv6Ss/s320/DSCN2229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814870127866450" border="0" /></a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-85551940125265701632009-07-16T21:34:00.002-05:002009-07-16T21:35:37.386-05:00FYYFF!One bottle of red and no filter. Suck it.<br /><br />MY students are funny. I call them mine like I have some sense of ownership, but at one time in their lives, I did “own “ them as far as the Brevard county school district is concerned.<br /><br />My point, I don’t have one. I began the day bitter. My ankle was twisted and I hated my PhD program and I felt like I went too hard on the contractor. Did I mention I dyed my hair four times this month, talk about mood swings…<br /><br />So I asked on facebook, tell me about a moment between us, when I met you, etc… Some of my former students replied, so honestly. Yes, I (we if Davidson is concerned) took them to Lucky Chengs….which according to the Sheraton TV was a family restaurant. Let’s just say, it’s not, and it was fantastic. Anywho, I will be interested in taking any and all to a reunion at the joint.<br /><br />FYYFF (Davidson, you know what this means)<br /><br />John Grisham, your daughter is sweet. Her car is above her status as a human. You write and make me question ethics. Fuck you.<br /><br />Chris Connelly, you used to tell me about the “news” on Mtv, now you “read” for ESPN. Fuck you.<br /><br />Nicholas Sparks, you wrote The Notebook. I cried for two fucking hours after watching the movie. You’re no Graham Greene, you bastard. Fuck you for making me feel insignificant and unloved. Fuck you.<br /><br />Ryan Reynolds. Abs. Funny. Nuf said. Fuck you.<br /><br />Megan Fox. Two movies away from cinemax, but damn, you are hot. Fuck you.<br /><br />Jim. Wild hair. You make me feel inadequate, continually. Ahhhh, but candy bikinis. Fuck you.<br /><br />Silver hair. So we have met for the first time, but not the last time. The shock of the light blonde hair after that OOPS shower was a littler overwhelming. I mean, I wanna look all superhero and such, but oh my, didn’t expect such a mess. Silver, you are my nemesis and my maker. Fuck you.<br /><br />Eyeliner. My addiction. Who knew you could tube down the Soque with your eyes on? I did! Fuck you.<br /><br />Ben Affleck. You had your chance…..Benanna. Fuck you.<br /><br />You. You don’t hear me. Fuck you.<br /><br />Planes. There are those that believe in your nonsense of mid air travel. They are fools looking for a quick fix. Fuck you.<br /><br />Oprah. You didn’t visit Hope, not even a letter. You talk of spirit to middle class white mothers. Fuck you.<br /><br />Ankle. Fuck you.<br /><br />HBO. When are you going to teach me about some strange cult of sexual deviants that I have yet to discover? You keep airing real sex episodes from 1988. I want to see new hippies in the woods. Fuck you.<br /><br />Sun. You cause cancer. I love you and your embracing warmth. Fuck you.<br /><br />Sarah Palin. That voice, ugh. Fuck you.<br /><br />You, with the vagina. Stop having children and get a job. Fuck you.<br /><br />Bitter childless Doctors. Fuck you.<br /><br />Torn meniscus? What the fuck? Bucket flap? Fuck you.<br /><br />No, you don’t need calgon. You just need an IUD, a passport, and a fancy backpack. Fuck you.<br /><br />CCC’s…change the world, welcome culture, but not in my backyard or from my wallet. Fuck you.<br /><br />“I think you just wrote this paper to write one and be done with it.” No shit. Do you think I would sit around in the middle of watching someone I love die and throw myself into your research? Fuck you.<br /><br />Transcribe them, I don’t even know them…Fuck you.<br /><br />So I heard you died. Sorry I missed it. I’m sure you would have loved seeing me there. I’m not sure that anyone who carries around a giant cardboard cut out of themselves half naked could be anything but a narcissistic asshole. Fuck you.<br /><br />But you died alone at a nursing home. Nursing home, Fuck you.<br /><br />Tara Reid. I watched a movie…you were in it…it was awful and impossible to turn off. Fuck you.<br /><br />Disturbing…Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-70935425896147768342009-07-16T21:18:00.001-05:002009-07-16T21:20:22.710-05:00Maybe...Dr: So is the new medication helping you sleep?<br /><br />Me: No, but the new meds, two klonopin, tylenol pm, and three blue moons are working a littleAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658920705746898860.post-72529898911482871812009-07-10T20:35:00.001-05:002009-07-10T20:35:55.716-05:00July 4th<object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0RYuGLVs3Yudg" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0RYuGLVs3Yudg" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#869ca7" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /></object><p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0RYuGLVs3Yudg&eid=115">Click here to view these pictures larger</a><img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=pictures&c2=blogger" /></p>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994586402109277875noreply@blogger.com0