tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91396993050787167322024-02-21T00:07:29.392-06:00An Insomniac Pisces Random Obsessionsby SBGDGT: This blog is about me, a 30 yr old woman, wife, and mom,
who is obsessed w/ Twilight amongst other random things!SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-77559470274514423702011-01-31T16:02:00.003-06:002011-01-31T16:27:19.080-06:00Very Special Birthday<div align="center">You all know sjAimee, right? </div><br /><div align="center">No!? </div><br /><div align="center">Psssh... Yeah, right!</div><br /><div align="center">I know you do! But just to be fair, go introduce yourself. Go on! Don't be shy...</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://straightjacketaimee.blogspot.com/">sjAimee</a></div><br /><div align="center">Now that you know her, you need to know that today is her birthday! </div><br /><div align="center">*does a little crazy dance*</div><br /><div align="center">And what better way to say Happy Birthday than sing a song? *grin*</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Yup! I wrote my favorite sjA a little ditty. Wanna hear it? </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'll sing the first time, then you can join in the second time. </div><br /><div align="center">You all know the tune *whispers* It's Jingle Bells</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">*clears throat* </div><div align="center">*ques the music* </div><div align="center">*deep breath*</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Undies and socks, Batman rocks</div><div align="center">Today is your birthday!</div><div align="center">Drink it up and swallow it down</div><div align="center">Then come out and play, hey!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Undies and socks, Batman rocks</div><div align="center">Today is your birthday!</div><div align="center">Say hello to the giraffe</div><div align="center">Then come out and plaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">REPEAT IT WITH ME! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">*takes a bow* Thank you! Y'all did WONDERFUL!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">It just warms my heart to hear you sing my song *sniff sniff* </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">*wipe a tear* Anyway, before I get all snotty, I'll wrap this up.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Happy birthday, sjA! You know I lovers you muy mucho w/ Jasper & Emmett, a bottle of whiskey and rum and plenty of cuffs on top! *wink* </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Oh FUCK! I almost forgot!!! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">*tackles sjAimee and sits on her, grinning* </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">BIRTHDAY SPANKINGS!!!! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">*Whack!* <strong>1</strong></div><div align="center">*Whack!* <strong>2</strong></div><div align="center">*Whack!* <strong>3</strong></div><div align="center">*Whack!* <strong>4</strong></div><div align="center">*Whack!* <strong>5</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ok, who's next??? </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'll hold her down for as long as I can! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">MUAH!</div>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-28578427435811332182010-11-19T10:29:00.003-06:002010-11-19T11:03:19.900-06:00Lying & Secrets<div align="center">I love the movie The Intention of Lying. It's so interesting to think about living in a world where you can't lie. I could find out if anyone has a crush on me. I would always know what people are thinking about. (The super power I’ve always wanted since BEFORE Edward Cullen, thank you!)<br /><br />I could be free because I couldn't lie about being happy about being with someone. Or hell, I probably wouldn't have even gotten married b/c I couldn't lie to myself about being in love. With either of them.<br /><br />But then I think.<br /><br />I would also be unbelievably unhappy. Not because I am a liar. I am not. But because I like my secrets. I don't like others seeing my weaknesses or knowing everything I've done/experienced.<br /><br />When someone asks how I am, I like to say, “Good,” no matter what. B/c when you say bad, or mad, or upset, sad or confused, it provokes emotions in people. Negative emotions. All I want is for you to be happy. When you feel sympathetic toward me, I feel sorrier for myself. When you feel sad, I cry. If you get mad with me, you fuel my fire. When you pity me, I get angry. See the pattern?<br /><br />But when you're happy, it makes me smile and I'm happier too.<br /><br />If my hell helps you, I’ll gladly talk about it. I’ll try to give you advice, but don’t be surprised if I don’t talk about my bad day. Sure I rant and rave a little. Sure I put quips out there. But that’s all. It’s not for attention, it’s to get it off my chest and move on. (Though I’ll never turn down a hug, jsyk)<br /><br />Lately, my façade is cracking. My secret jar is overflowing and some “Not Good” responses are seeping out. Give me a hug and tell me a joke.<br /><br />So does that make me a liar?<br /><br />I’ve always prided myself in being an honest person. I feel that I truly am. I don’t see it as lying, I see it as hiding. But I guess the two are one in the same, aren’t they? I’ve always thought “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” But you did ask, and I didn’t tell. Not honestly anyway.<br /><br />If I tell you a story about me, it will not be made up.<br /><br />But, if: You ask. I answer. I don’t elaborate.<br /><br />Huh. Chances are…<br /><br />I’m a liar.</div>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-35924120030827301272010-09-20T00:16:00.004-05:002010-09-20T12:41:04.059-05:00Mighta, Coulda, Has been awhile<div align="center">*Steps out of my storm shelter and looks around*
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<br />WOW! Those tumble weeds are HUGE!!! Gah
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<br />*Gets to work straightening up, mowing, weed eating, edging, and throwing roadside debris, lots and lots of alcohol bottles and all trimmings into the burn barrel, lighting it up*
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<br />There! *cleans w/ Hanitizer* What? That's a word! Just ask my kids! *single nod*
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<br />*Sits down at my desk and sends out pretty, frilly pink and brown and white inviations covered in flowers and polka-dots and kitty cats with whiskers and ribbon*
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<br /><strong>YOU ARE INVITED!!! Please join me in a new blog post about my crazy ass world. WARNING: I do mean C-R-A-Z-Y. Thanks! Can't wait to see you here!!! :D</strong>
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<br />*Checks the guest list and waits* Geez you guys, don't you all come at once....
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<br />*sends out reminder cards*
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<br /><strong>Don't forget! Come one, come all (preferably all). Please? *hopeful eyes* PS No presents needed. Only presence *wink*</strong>
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<br />Hey there guys *tenative smile*
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<br />I know it's been a while... <em>A long fuckin' time</em> *whispers* shut up *mental point at myself*
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<br />Ok, I know it's been a long fuckin' time since I've been here. *looks around* Yeah...
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<br />Actually, it's been a while since I've been around many places- blog, chat, twitter... Some of you may have noticed, others maybe not. *rocking back and forth, picking off my nail polish*
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<br />Either way, I've been a total fail. Wanna know what I've been up to? No? I don't fuckin' care! Sit your ass down and get comfortable! *clears throat* Sorry, ok, not really, but still... There are little mats in the corner if you want, I know the grass is a little itchy.
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<br />You know how four-letter words are the end-all of bad days? Like DAMN! or SHIT! or FUCK!!! or GRRR.... That's how all of this started. It started with a four-letter word - June. Sounds innocent enough, but let me tell you my June was worse than a movie. You know those movies, when you shake your head and say, "NO WAY Can all that happen to just one person!" Well, it DID happen and it sucked! Details not needed, but that's where it started.
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<br />June rolled right into another four-letter word that proved just as difficult - July. *nods* That's right. I'm not just being dramatic, I swear! It. Was. Shitty...
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<br />After that, I moved. I began living in my own little world. Sounds like a nice place to be right? Riiiiiiight.... Unless that little world is filled with spiders the size of your palm, murder, deathly beatings, duct tape (and not in the fun playing way), screaming kids, sleepless nights, living with someone you cannot stand but have to put up with their shit everyday telling them how much you hate them only to have them continue to piss you off because they know how to push all 'those' flaming anger buttons, ignoring phone calls, texts, and messages, coughing till you vomit and piss yourself, closets/bathrooms, writing a one shot in one day, no sex, no pretty blue skies (only b/c blue happends to be my favorite color, if it were pink, they'd be pink skies, ya see?), general doom and gloom, and did I mention no sex? *dies* </div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">But you know what? That doesn't seem to do my world justice... It seems too orderly when I put it into a list like that. Hm... Wait! *scrolls through pictures on my phone*</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zD2X-IPhaYdvhPfLOQyaXNOkrtLUwjDUPnevdL-PbhJovK6uPVxu6yk_wkhvFIFyAazqwxQNnT0O7HRFPFNiqTkaj2qmwoGSF1iw6CGPvnVV-Zn8pdjpQgpE7VFuma4VhKYRd5K-jgk/s1600/7372680-md.jpg"></a></div>
<br /><div align="center">Here...</div><div align="center">
<br />*makes the sun set (only if it were that easy, right sjAimee?) and starts the movie projector* </div>
<br /><div align="center">See these pictures?</div>
<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qgnRQdBnCwbJW5JjPUwhlOIYQEhmWlw-uLyLQ24TdrcTA7LB9WSii-hqYhlpSTSb5tL8FzqhQmmf1ExN_LBpVg9vskceypB5ulXOTDJ4kMINq5eR8j0Ltxo83FtM8CGGzuTp30ZO14I/s1600/Chaotic_Flow_1280.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518867290294382418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qgnRQdBnCwbJW5JjPUwhlOIYQEhmWlw-uLyLQ24TdrcTA7LB9WSii-hqYhlpSTSb5tL8FzqhQmmf1ExN_LBpVg9vskceypB5ulXOTDJ4kMINq5eR8j0Ltxo83FtM8CGGzuTp30ZO14I/s320/Chaotic_Flow_1280.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zD2X-IPhaYdvhPfLOQyaXNOkrtLUwjDUPnevdL-PbhJovK6uPVxu6yk_wkhvFIFyAazqwxQNnT0O7HRFPFNiqTkaj2qmwoGSF1iw6CGPvnVV-Zn8pdjpQgpE7VFuma4VhKYRd5K-jgk/s1600/7372680-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518867285710136082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zD2X-IPhaYdvhPfLOQyaXNOkrtLUwjDUPnevdL-PbhJovK6uPVxu6yk_wkhvFIFyAazqwxQNnT0O7HRFPFNiqTkaj2qmwoGSF1iw6CGPvnVV-Zn8pdjpQgpE7VFuma4VhKYRd5K-jgk/s320/7372680-md.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">That's more like it. <insert>
<br />Chaotic.
<br />Colorful chaos.
<br /></div><div align="center">Maybe that should be its name. *ponders*
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<br />It's settled, my world is now called Colorful Chaos.
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<br />"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Pinky?" "Um, I think so Brain..."
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<br />Oh, sorry, where was I? Oh yes, chaos.
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<br />While I've been hiding away in my mind, a few people have been witness to all this. It wasn't very pretty. My contact with the outer world was sporatic, random at best, and maybe a little mental. This was usually done through a series of blips or tweets where I completely ignored any reply. (sorry about that, BTW)
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<br />It's just that... Um, I am a VERY solitary person. Hard to believe I know given how social I seem. BUT if I ever went to jail, I'd probably kill someone so I could go to solitary confinement and be perfectly content there for the remainder of my 20 year sentence (it wouldn't be an added life sentence because the person I'd murder would be for the benefit of all the prison and I'd be hailed a hero!).
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<br />There is not much in between with me. I am either a social butterfly, friends with everyone, peace maker, hippie, and lover. But the kind that you do not want to piss off. I mean, b/c when I get pissed off that's when visions of murder and black and blue and purple and beating someone senseless comes to my mind. (I TOLD you, I'm crazy). It's just that people rarely see that side of me, or think i'm kidding when I say it out loud. JSYK, I'm not kidding.... *evil gleam*
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<br />If I'm not out being socially acceptable, I'm stuck in my head doing horrible, horrible things.
<br /></div><div align="center">Or puzzles. </div><div align="center">
<br />Puzzles calm me down. Until my kids get a hold of it and tear all my hard work back into many pieces then I'm the opposite of calm. It is in those moments when I want to give my kids back. I want to send them away to a storage like those P.O.D.S (Portable On Demand Storage). I want them to leave until my patience returns (which isn't very often during those times).
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<br />I don't want to hear "Mommy, he hit me!" or "*SCREAM*" or "I'm hungry!!!!"
<br />I don't want to come out to all the cushions off the couch or the samurai swords unsheethed and on the floor.
<br />I don't want there to be holes in my wall or a beautiful picture colored all over it either.
<br />I don't want Vaseline covering everything within their arms reach or shit to be all over the floor (literally).
<br />I do not want maple syrup in my dryer or pickles sticking out of the crevices of the couch.
<br />I do not want to see them pissing off the front porch at noon when the little old lady neighbor goes for her daily wheelchair "walk".
<br />I do not want to find the TV antenna on the floor because Channel 5 (PBS) was messed from that fuckin digital switch that is "better for everyone" and the kids tried to adjust it themselves. (Sweet for not getting me, but they just made an even bigger mess for me to clean by shattering the picture frame glass and knocking everything else down off the entertainment center).
<br />As much as I laugh at my kids dressing themselves in swimming goggles, a princess dress, an old thanksgiving paper headband, with skeleton gloves and boots, I do not want to find their drawers emptied all over the floor.
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<br />Do you see where I'm going with that. *shrugs* Go ahead, say, "That's just part of being a mom" Fuck off... I know it is, but that doesn't mean i WANT to deal it. Obviously I have NOT shipped my kids away, so there. But just realize that it adds to my retreating.
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<br />Also I want to make something clear. You don't know me... I mean, I am not lying about who I am and if I tell you something about me, it is me. But don't assume you know everything. I have been through shit that many will never comprehend. I have done stuff that most will never know. It has made me who I am today. Good and Bad. And I am both. I accept it, I deal with it (or I don't depending how you mean "deal") *shrugs* </div><div align="center">
<br />Um, now I've forgotten where I was going with any of this and what exactly my point was. I've gone a little, how can I put this...
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<br />WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......................
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<br />And NO I'm not drunk or on any medication. I'm going to enjoy this now and play on blip again while this high lasts!
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<br />Please, feel free to visit my little world if I disappear there again. I cannot guarantee you'll survive or that you'll come out of it without needing to go to an asylum for a while. I also cannot guarantee you'll actually find me or if you do that I'll be friendly if I even acknowledge you at all. It's nothing personal, I promise. Just slowly back away, forget what you saw and PLEASE don't hate me when I come back out.
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<br />*lights the tiki torches* Hey, we don't really care for the sun here, so this will work!
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<br />Thank you all SOOOO much for coming and making it to the end of that crazy ass... ME! *laughs* Now, I have cake and spiked tropical punch Kool-aid over there. Enjoy! Take all you want. Stay and party with me. Leave *shrugs* I'm just glad y'all came!
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<br />Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an 80's coverband concert to get ready for tonight and a BAD ASS FOOTBALL GAME tomorrow.
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<br />GO TEXAS TECH!!!!!! *guns up*</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">AFTERTHOUGHT: The concert was awesome and the football game... not quite as awesome *pout*</div><div align="center"></div>
<br /><div align="center">Because I hate to end on a pout, I'm going to self pimp that one-shot I wrote *giggle*</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">
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<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6289992/1/To_Hold_Your_Hand">To Hold Your Hand</a></div>
<br /><div align="center">Someone has a crush on Rose and decides to tell her. </div><div align="center">Inspired by The Beatles I Want to Hold Your Hand </div><p align="center">Ok, you guys, I love you all!!! <3><p align="center">Also, Thank You, Smutty! You know why! </p>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-69063933305717820952010-06-13T01:19:00.019-05:002010-06-17T14:35:17.328-05:00CONGRATULATIONS, KRISTEN<div align="center">Some of you may know, some of you don't, but our very own uhyesplease, aka Kristen, competed in a triathlon this weekend!</div>
<br /><div align="center">What is a triathlon? </div><div align="center"></div>
<br /><div align="center">Def: noun. An athletic contest in which each athlete competes in three different events, swimming, cycling and running.</div>
<br /><div align="center">It starts with a .75K or ~.5 mile swim
<br /><div align="center">Followed by a 22.8 K or ~14 mile bike ride
<br /></div><div align="center">Ending with a 5K ~3 mile run to the finish line</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">She has been training very hard for this and I am super, uber, extra excited proud of her! She is such an inspiration. And to show her just how much we love her, I wanted to put together a little post from all of us.</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>from Desiree aka sbgdgt:</strong></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Twin, where do I begin? You truely are an inspiration. You have worked your ass off (literally) and did some major training (almost) everyday. *wink* You're a mom, a wife, a hard worker and to me, you are a great friend! I love you so much more than words can say! I'm so fuckin' proud of you and I will be, am, was cheering for #995! Good luck and by the time you see this, Congratulations on this HUGE acheivement!</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Love ~Desiree
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<br /><div align="center"><strong>from Jeanne aka einfach mich:</strong>
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<br /></div><div align="center">You are awesome! Good luck in the triathlon. Love you, baby.
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<br /><div align="center"><strong>from Honolulu Girl aka truebloodtwilight:</strong>
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<br /><div align="center">Congrats Uhyesplease!! What an accomplishment, I'm so very proud of you!</div>
<br /><div align="center">Love,
<br /></div><div align="center">HG truebloodtwilight</div></div><div align="center"><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>from Emma aka Zoomage:</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Well done, you crazy gal, you have some guts.</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Love from Zoomage</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>from Kendall:</strong></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center">Congratulations, my sister - I knew you could do it! Today, I 'rejoice as greatly over your achievement as if it were my own.' I'm so very proud of you, little girl! Woo hoo!</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">~Kendall</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>From Smuttier Than You:</strong></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Sweetest uhyesplease, aka #995, aka Megan, you are wonderment. Mother, daughter, wife, doula, author, beta, TRIATHLON commander!!! Beyond all of that, you are a friend. One that is made of sunshine and rainbows and possibly a unicorn thrown in there for good measure. I am so proud and in awe of your accomoplishment. </div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center">Heart you hard,</div><div align="center">Smutty</div>
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<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>From MrsBing:</strong></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Congratulations on this HUGE achievement! You are so amazing (and strong!) and I am SO proud of you. A triathlon! Get it, girl. :) Can't wait to see the finish-line pic. Woooooo!</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>from Britpacksuccubus:</strong></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Hey, lady, congrats on the triathlon!!! You're a stronger woman than I....or maybe just crazier. :)</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Ami</div><div align="center">Britpcksuccubus</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>from LisaHR79:</strong></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">How about the English Channel next?? Carlisle did it. *laughs*</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Great Job!</div><div align="center">Lisa</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>from Pushy:</strong>
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<br /></div><div align="center">Kristen, you are SERIOUSLY DA BOMB for doing this!!! I'm so proud of you!!!!</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>From betti:</strong></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Betti sez "Uhyesplease for president!"</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Hugs, Betti</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5sozwORSxHSQbT0ouvgJjizcq6Vli5uWytxwWwi7xP6r53eZO4exkhxdDoPg0FqA20JWKfsopOkhLinnAbvD9AKXA7hxVA_l7-vN0Yxzp9PoxCYvE3gQVZw4CvZRdGEUttDsv0dNrfQ/s1600/gogo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482283508020651218" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5sozwORSxHSQbT0ouvgJjizcq6Vli5uWytxwWwi7xP6r53eZO4exkhxdDoPg0FqA20JWKfsopOkhLinnAbvD9AKXA7hxVA_l7-vN0Yxzp9PoxCYvE3gQVZw4CvZRdGEUttDsv0dNrfQ/s320/gogo.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>from sjAimee:</strong></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Kristen,</div><div align="center">I wanted to send you some slutty cheerleaders to cheer you on but couldn't quite get it together so I found this pic instead..</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnc2slNkNlsxdjVasldGfkJoGZC49n0Ca0HrC9K9ncGZFNd98h2FqNlf43f5hNF-6Z1ToZQ8xSjjFYLuJ4RlDN-CFozvbZZsLxOU9tXwaEZpCnSRx15TbLQgyvKKGRLRwvcZbdRVivDfI/s1600/congratulations.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482283489153454258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnc2slNkNlsxdjVasldGfkJoGZC49n0Ca0HrC9K9ncGZFNd98h2FqNlf43f5hNF-6Z1ToZQ8xSjjFYLuJ4RlDN-CFozvbZZsLxOU9tXwaEZpCnSRx15TbLQgyvKKGRLRwvcZbdRVivDfI/s320/congratulations.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center">But then... I thought that there were better things out there than pictures of slutty cheerleader.. What could be better than slutty cheerleaders?</div><div align="center">Naked ones? NO! Gah.. get your head of out the gutter!!</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Cupcakes..!</div><div align="center">Yes Cupcakes are better! All that mouth watering icing and sprinkles are like an orgasm all on their own.</div><div align="center">
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<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOx0ztsDyta2R9kUQ8wHPLzP3gQoRjYGovvTtTyPMgL6pwhq2OxYIRgYHk1idc8Oy5hgYkR5II-j0uNK7cYdiGIQ00NWsqdzNTkR4HXZfXE6lxYfa4Rmls1L4tRlX69kgZVaWk_TARak/s1600/congratulations.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482283498550391426" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOx0ztsDyta2R9kUQ8wHPLzP3gQoRjYGovvTtTyPMgL6pwhq2OxYIRgYHk1idc8Oy5hgYkR5II-j0uNK7cYdiGIQ00NWsqdzNTkR4HXZfXE6lxYfa4Rmls1L4tRlX69kgZVaWk_TARak/s320/congratulations.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">So I bring you visions of cupcakes</div><div align="center">Congratulations, I'm so proud of you and all your hard work!</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center">Hugs and kisses and slutty cheerleader pictures,</div><div align="center">sjAimee</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>From Becky Boodles:</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Congratulations you hardcore woman!!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">--Bex</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>from donnersun:</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So proud of you girl! Congrats...you are a MACHINE!!!! Love ya!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Meg</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>from bierbeck:</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kristen- Way to go! I am soo proud of you. You rock!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">---- Becky</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-79091480378110470722010-06-01T23:52:00.003-05:002010-06-02T01:27:47.589-05:00What's this!?<div align="center">A new POST!?<br /><br />YAY! *doing a happy dance*<br /><br />So, what is this post about? Well...<br /><br />Honestly, it's not about Twilight. *gasp* I KNOW! What the fuck!? BUT as the title of this blog clearly states, this is about my insomniac random obsessions. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Seeing as it's 1:30am and I am NO WHERE NEAR being sleepy, (despite those clacium pills, Daddy {who will never actually read this}), I've got the insomniac part covered.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">For the Random... Drum roll please? </div><div align="center">*drrrrrrrrrrrr (breath) rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*<br /><br />"Steve like pizza."<br /><br />There we go! *dusts off hands*<br /><br /></div><div align="center">On now to my current obsession! MUSIC!<br /><br />Ok, I have totally given into my rock side.<br /><br />*announcers voice* Desi has left the 80's building! (Finally, I know!)<br /><br />Though I still find comfort in the 80s music, much like hugging an old, stuffed teddy bear named Bozo or a well loved stuffed donkey w/ his mane rubbed off named Donkey Donkey (hey, I was 2), this genre music has just taken over me.<br /><br />As crazy as it sounds, a little Disturbed or a little Mudvayne helps lower my blood pressure when life's shit has me down! I think it's because the music is so loud and in your face your brain isn't able to think about anything else. It's the perfect cure for me!<br /><br />Now, onto my loves. Anyone that knows me might pass out at this next statement, but...<br /><br /><strong>Move Over Bon Jovi</strong><br /><br />*faint*<br /><br />*smelling salting myself*<br /><br />And I'm back! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Wow, that almost killed me to say, but it's true. NO ONE COULD EVER REPLACE my 80s and 90s Bon Jovi, but here in the 2000s, Three Days Grace has taken the lead.<br /><br />In case you didn't know, I went and saw them in April. It was an amazing show! I knew I already loved them, but I denied the fact that they soared past Bon Jovi until after said concert.<br /><br />Who else do I listen to? Well, on a regular basis, it is Three Days Grace, Shinedown, Halestorm, Theory of a Deadman, Red, Nickleback and Disturbed. Hell, here ya go, I'll make it easy.<br /><br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzU*NTYwMTE5MTgmcHQ9MTI3NTQ1NjI4MjE4NCZwPTY5NDMwMSZkPSZnPTEmbz1kOGQyOWZlZjdlZWI*M2U4YTRj/YjgzYzA*Y2FlNjRhZCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /> </div><div align="center"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 450px; VISIBILITY: visible; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto"><object width="435" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_regular_noautostart.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.playlistproject.net%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D43144561%26t%3D1275455981&wid=os"><br /> <embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_regular_noautostart.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.playlistproject.net%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D43144561%26t%3D1275455981&wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"></embed> </object><br /><a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/"><img border="0" alt="Get a playlist!" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/create_gray.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/playlist/11045007627/standalone" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Standalone player" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/launch_gray.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/playlist/11045007627/download"><img border="0" alt="Get Ringtones" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/get_gray.jpg" /></a> </div></div><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">While you're at it, just check out <a href="http://www.playlist.com/user/5162948">all my music</a>. I love to share! *big goofy grin*</p><p align="center">And YES, I do sing to just about all of it! You know how I love to sing!!</p><p align="center">*singing*</p><p align="center">"Sing. Sing a song. Sing out loud, sing out stroooong!<br />Sing of good times, not bad. Sing of happy, not sad"</p><p align="center">Now, I might have messed those lyrics up, but it's been years since I've actually sang that song! But it popped into my head. Don't know why!? *wink*</p><p align="center">Well, I think I'm done w/ my rambling. For now. </p><p align="center">Good Ev-en-ing to y'all!</p><p align="center">Te amo! *wink*</p>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-74651992469292397032009-12-28T17:27:00.005-06:002010-01-01T16:33:20.136-06:00My New Year's ResolutionsSo it hit me just yesterday afternoon that this was not just a new year, this was a new decade! When the hell did that happen!? What the fuck happened to these last 10 years!? *shakes head in disbelief*<br /><br />These last 10 years have been the worst in my 30 yrs of life. Let's review, shall we?<br /><br /><span style="color:#330000;">1999</span>- College w/ a 1 yr old. Married and seemingly happy<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2000</span>- Not happy at all. College. Affair. Move in to College <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Apts</span> w/ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BFF</span>. Suicide attempts by the then hubs. etc...<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2001</span>- I turned 21! I met new friends. I was back down to 125 lbs. I was social. I started semi-dating my current hubs. I loved life!<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2002</span>- Life was still pretty good to start. Got served divorce papers (We were supposed to do it w/o lawyers. It was a shock) Then the shit started. CPS. Custody battle to end all custody battles.<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2003</span>- Same.<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2004</span>- More custody. Got married. Had my other son.<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2005</span>- Custody shit.<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2006</span>- Assaults. MORE custody shit. March was the last time I saw my oldest boy. My baby girl was born.<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2007</span>- Passed as years do.<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2008</span>- Blah once again.<br /><span style="color:#330000;">2009</span>- Twilight. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">FanFiction</span>. Twitter. Did I mention TWILIGHT!?<br /><br />I have to say that 2009 was the highlight of my decade! I found the Twilight saga after watching the movie. After I read the books twice and lent them to a friend, I needed more. I got onto websites galore and YouTube.<br /><br />Finally while scanning Stephenie Meyer's website, I found a blog name that jumped out at me. "Super Secret Twilight Blog" I thought "perfect! My obsession is a secret too" and I went there. I met Cutie! My first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bloggy</span> friend. I lurked for a while. Left a comment here and there. After a while I visited <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">SSTB</span> every day. Then spread my wings and found other friends' blogs. And eventually started this one.<br /><br />Heard about a discussion on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">SSTB</span> about a FF piece called Wide Awake by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Angstgoddess</span>003. I read it and joined in on the fun. To say I was floored is an understatement. I had no clue what was going on, but I stuck it out then LOVED it! I needed more! I started w/ Cutie's FF list and my obsession just grew from there.<br /><br />One <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">FFn</span> story I found was I Get Off by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Britpacksuccubus</span>. I LOVE that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">smexy</span>, lemony, love story! And she had a twitter. Well, after a few emails, I decided to jump into twitter too. I am addicted. Yes, plain and simple :)<br /><br />Back in November, during all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">NaNo</span> talk, I started writing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">FFn</span> too! :) Woo-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">hoo</span>!<br /><br />Then we had The Lemon Sister's Secret Santa and that was a blast! (I still feel bad, One Pushy Fox)<br /><br />Then came the New Year's Eve Party last night! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">OMGosh</span>! FUN TIMES!!! Right?? ;-)<br /><br />*sigh* I don't think I could ever say how excited I feel to have met all of you this year! Twilight really brought a bunch of us together who other would have never met. I have had some really hard times this year here on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">home front</span> and whether you knew it or not, you guys kept me sane!! I love you all and can't wait to find out what 2010 has in store for us!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Speaking of 2010...</span><br /><br />I don't know about you guys, but I'm tired of setting goals for myself that I'll never meet. Not because I don't want to. Not because I didn't really plan on it (because when I say it, I do mean it) But because I seriously lack motivation. So screw the old standbys of:<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#003333;"><strong>"I want to lose weight!"</strong></span></em> - Seriously, who doesn't want to? (And if I have to listen to one more toothpick thin person say they are fat, I will break all their limbs and use them to test the readiness of my cakes!)<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#003333;">"I want to work out more."</span></strong></em> - Well, this is crucial in losing weight and being healthy, but come on, most people aren't going to do it at all, or they might for a month.<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#003333;">"I want to make more time for my family and friends."</span></em></strong> - Of course I would like more time with family and friends. But honestly just because I want it doesn't mean that there will magically be more hours in the day. There are only 24 hrs no matter what and if your days are filled with work and being a mom and being a wife, unless your friends or family come over in the middle of the night, this ain't gonna happen.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So with that said, I have set my 2010 New Year's Resolutions!</span><br /><br />I resolve to read more. (Be this Sesame Street, Golden Books, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">FanFic</span>, Twilight, John Saul, or any of these news book titles/authors being presented to me.)<br /><br />I resolve to eat all the chocolate I want when I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">PMS'ing</span> and not feel bad for hiding it from the kids.<br /><br />I resolve to save more money for fun trips with and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">withOUT</span> the kids!<br /><br />I resolve to finally get ALL the laundry washed instead of leaving those one or two loads that are winter clothes just because it's summer or vice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">versa</span>.<br /><br />I resolve to quit trying to please everyone else all the time and start pleasing myself. (Take that how ever you want b/c you're probably correct! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">LOL</span>)<br /><br />I resolve to not hide who I am anymore. I've always hid half of who I am because of where I live and because of my family. Why should I? If they love me, they won't care, and I shouldn't care what others think anyway.<br /><br />So that's for the whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">RL</span> New Year's Resolutions.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Now my Twilight Resolutions:</span><br /><br />I will read the whole saga again.<br /><br />I will write/finish my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">FanFic</span> for that contest that ends on Jan 31st.<br /><br />I will write the other stories that are in my head and try to continue <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Ranchward</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Bex's</span> story. (And THAT story for you, Betti & Crystal)<br /><br />I will stay more up to date with my Blog and my friend's Blogs.<br /><br /><br />So please, I want to hear your thoughts and comments! What are some of your New Year's Resolutions? Real Life or Twilight?<br /><br />Now please, go get a drink. It could be anything! Water. Coke. Diet Soda. Liquor. Beer. Milk. Just get a drink and toast with me!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"><strong>*holds glass of Pepsi up high* </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"><strong>Happy 2010 everyone! Here's to a good year for us all!!! :) </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"><strong>*cheers*</strong></span>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-81917129912729468092009-12-28T00:00:00.005-06:002009-12-28T01:22:23.484-06:00A VERY Merry Christmas<div align="center"><strong>1.</strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Let me start by wishing you all a late Merry Christmas. I hope you got everything you wished for, though I know most of us did not. No matter how hard we wished, begged, dreamed or flat-out asked for them, I know that Edward, Jacob, Jasper, Emmett, Carlisle, Alice, Rosalie, Esme, and whomever else I forgot, didn't materialize under our trees. <div align="center"></div></div><div align="center">*sniff*</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But instead I know some of us got the next best thing. A mini character or a smokin' hot Jacksper as a Secret Santa Deliverer (thx so much Betti Gefecht!)</div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>2.</strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Which brings me to my next topic. <a href="http://the-lemon-sisters.blogspot.com/search/label/Secret%20Santa">The Lemon Sister's Secret Santa</a> (<-- Click to see the whole assortment of fun and gifts!) As for me, my gift came from the one and only Betti Gefecht over at <a href="http://bettimusictwilight.blogspot.com/">Betti.Music.Twilight</a>. She gave me a gift that actually made me cry! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Did you notice my new little banner at the top? NO?!?!? Go take a look then, please... *singing Jeopardy*</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">You're back! It's about time, I had to sing that song twice! </div><div align="center">Isn't that just fuckin' awesome!?!?!? Yeah... it is!!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Next, was a little button for all my friends to use to link to me :) *giggle* It's also over there to your right. Feel free to use it, I promise I won't complain! ;)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Third, did you know that I wrote a little FanFic, Together Again? Yes? No? Oh well, more about that in a minute, but for now, Betti made me the fuckhawt button over to the right. Please meet Ranchward. I'll wait a few extra minutes because it is drool worthy! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Finally, I saw the pic of my Secret Santa delivery guy (once again look to your right). There is a shoulder because Jackson has on a wife beater! *thud* </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*15 min later* I regained consciousness and was able to tell Betti how much I love it! She was about to call 911 on my ass since I took so long!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I was at work when she and MrsVanquish coaxed me into clicking that mysterious link under a comment in my blog. Let's just say that I got some weird ass looks from co-workers because I was crying, *squeeing*, making a few of my co-workers (that know only a shallow level of my obsession) look at the fuckhawt pic of Jackson's shoulder, trying to work and not get caught, then recovering from the sheer delight of it all!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">It was seriously the best gift I got this year! And it was only that much more special because she made it just for me! *squeeeeeeee* It still makes me all giddy and smile-y! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtTO7RiJUqVQhmhv6tPF2DaZvdAgJzvIuOdb5g3TvvSGfm8fWFfptm_LYg8cjhn9u8JbqtbGDdHBNC89ADHQO4nWeWLkj3V1pQWoh7n-tuLEP4sJXyd_1pxpyWLQlwe1nnmOiO_TiNe8/s1600-h/DogGoofySmile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420170389068562338" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtTO7RiJUqVQhmhv6tPF2DaZvdAgJzvIuOdb5g3TvvSGfm8fWFfptm_LYg8cjhn9u8JbqtbGDdHBNC89ADHQO4nWeWLkj3V1pQWoh7n-tuLEP4sJXyd_1pxpyWLQlwe1nnmOiO_TiNe8/s200/DogGoofySmile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Like big, goofy, toothy kind of smiley :) THANK YOU, Betti!!!!!! I love it all and I love you too!! :):):):)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This was definitely my year for Twilight goodies. Well, seeing as this is the first gift giving opportunity since I discovered Twilight in March, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised but I was. I thought I hid most of my obsession with Twilight and all things related pretty well from everyone except a few select RL friends and the hubs who still only knows maybe half of it all. But apparently I didn't hide it as well as I thought. Because for Christmas this year I received the Twilight 2-disc movie (I know, how can I have not already owned it? A. I honestly don't know)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithTukgic9LvAx0tYPSn_bW3HTl6hI_Mw9k3kGLtgBc3id12ydxgo15YHTdjJKpsYPxCdephoxuZT7oTk1U2pdcEA7xutHfK_vq3XW1VL1vlPGgGCmo6RFlcL8Hfr_CRZKXwDCvF96fJU/s1600-h/normal_TWILIGHT_NATL_2disc_3Dskew.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420163849780974466" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithTukgic9LvAx0tYPSn_bW3HTl6hI_Mw9k3kGLtgBc3id12ydxgo15YHTdjJKpsYPxCdephoxuZT7oTk1U2pdcEA7xutHfK_vq3XW1VL1vlPGgGCmo6RFlcL8Hfr_CRZKXwDCvF96fJU/s200/normal_TWILIGHT_NATL_2disc_3Dskew.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">AND I got both Twilight and New Moon movie board games! Yes, I am 30 and in front of my whole family I sat there hugging my new treasures with previously depicted goofy smile.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66tDsShxRG5yVktMU4o56KEm6BmCyHnpZafgKjn77spLRAyTtylH00dR5XWwFPyKoda5X5nh-tPN7evSNVj94UoZ0uaMuQ4eTVWCF86XrAATijsvniCho80aUx13ZmvEJebGMO88UbyQ/s1600-h/twilight-board-game.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420163856931260578" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66tDsShxRG5yVktMU4o56KEm6BmCyHnpZafgKjn77spLRAyTtylH00dR5XWwFPyKoda5X5nh-tPN7evSNVj94UoZ0uaMuQ4eTVWCF86XrAATijsvniCho80aUx13ZmvEJebGMO88UbyQ/s200/twilight-board-game.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNDLODaRju3dgRGUV1yFXwjHplid3o_GquG3TdjX-qEwEUP2xWQoPX73pVh6UTzT685tZhNwwXydxATmZsYWQ6vX6vBSXc2RyxOShVYqZv5CHbyM6Qk7wD6RiBgzBKKOi6eMJS7GCNVc/s1600-h/newmoon-board-game.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420163845452164866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNDLODaRju3dgRGUV1yFXwjHplid3o_GquG3TdjX-qEwEUP2xWQoPX73pVh6UTzT685tZhNwwXydxATmZsYWQ6vX6vBSXc2RyxOShVYqZv5CHbyM6Qk7wD6RiBgzBKKOi6eMJS7GCNVc/s200/newmoon-board-game.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">All in all, I'd say for not expecting anything this year at all, everything turned out nicely!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>3.</strong></div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">Now, I had mentioned a FanFic story that I wrote. In the previous post (OMG has it really been over a month!? *facepalm* I'm utter fail), I mentioned that I was in the mood to write. But, I had a sever case of writer's block, so I turned to you, my friends, and the call was answered. My dear friend Bex over at <a href="http://todayifeelinfinite.blogspot.com/">Today I Feel Infinite</a> had a wonderful idea about her being with a cowboy Edward. Ok, how perfect is that? I LOVED the idea! I'm from Texas, so it would be that much easier tapping into the cowboy frame of mind. </div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">Once I started, the words just flowed perfectly. I knew I'd need a beta so I kept asking until I found the best, <a href="http://onepushyfox.blogspot.com/">OnePushyFox</a>. (She's a writer herself, and I recommend checking her award winning stories out!) She helped me get through the bumpy places and helped me polish up some lemons by being my personal Smut-saurus. (No, she's not as old as a dinosaur! Shesh!! That's just my term of endearment for her, my Smut Thesaurus!)</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">My story originally was going to simply end and only hint at the "good stuff" but with a little liquor (ok, a lot of liquor) and my good ol' computer, a yummy lemon came pulsing out of my fingertips. So it does contain a little lemonade at the end. *giggle*</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">Now I want to tease you a little, because as a few of my friends can tell you (Bex, Einfach Mich) will tell you, I LOVE to tease... Question is, what part do I tease? Hmm....</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">*deep in thought*</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">OK! I've decided, I'll give you a couple of nibbles ;)</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center"><strong>A.</strong> </div><div align="center"><em></em> <br /></div><div align="center"><em>I paused when I heard, "Hey, darlin', wait! Pearlene, she'll be my guest for the evenin'." I felt a gentle grasp on my elbow, which turned me around, and I saw Mr. Maybe Not So Satisfied looking me directly in the eye. "If you’d like to be my guest, that is."</em><br /></div><div align="center"><br />Uhhh..... <em>That's all that would have come out of my mouth if I tried to speak, so I picked my jaw up from the floor, smiled and nodded. He let go of my elbow but moved his hand to the small of my back and led me to the podium. He handed me the pen and pointed to the name "Edward" then slid his long finger across the page to the blank space under guest. Edward must have been about 6 feet tall because he towered over my little 5’ 3” frame.</em> Well, 5 foot 7 tonight, thank you shoes! <em>I leaned over to sign my name and he, with his left hand still on the small of my back, flattened his right on the book page to hold it still for me.<br /><br /></em></div><div align="center">Fuck me! <em>He had a tattoo on that inner right forearm! It was a rose and a name.</em> What’s my name?<em> I almost forgot but managed to scribble it down. I laid the pen down as my eyes followed his chiseled arm to his defined bicep where another tattoo peeked out from under his sleeve. My eyes kept roaming to find yet another tattoo partially visible coming up off his shoulder and back onto his neck. It took all the resolve I had to not rape this man in front of all these witnesses.</em></div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center"><strong>B.</strong> </div><div align="center"><em></em> <br /></div><div align="center"><em>We laughed for a split second and I sat up straddling him. He was staring me straight in the eye and I bit my lip repeating to myself,</em> Breathe in. Breathe out. Just breathe damn it!</div><div align="center"><br /><em><br />He just laid there underneath me with his mouth slightly agape breathing heavily in time with me. I felt his hips grind upward again as he grabbed my hips for more resistance then his tongue caressed his lips and his head rose with his need to kiss me again. Halfway to sitting up, he grabbed both my camisole and tank and pulled them over my head. He groaned low and deep, “So fucking beautiful,” then buried his face in my cleavage.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><em>My hands were wound in his hair again, but I wanted that shirt off of him. Now! I grabbed it from over his shoulders and started pulling; he stopped touching me just long enough to get that damn thing out of our way. I pulled his face to mine and began gently sucking his lips, down his jaw to his neck. Hello tattoo, I forgot about you! I licked and nipped the beautiful tribal ink that ran from his neck to bicep. GOD DAMN! It ran partly down his back and wrapped around his ribs. Where my mouth couldn’t reach, I alternated between stroking with my fingers and grazing the tattoo with my fingernails. Every touch elicited a hum or a groan until I eventually I made my way back up toward his ear and sucked on his earlobe then whispered, “I’m so fucking wet right now, Edward.”</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> <br /><br /></div><div align="center">So what do you think? Go on, read it! Please? :) *giggle* <br /></div><div align="center">Let me know what you think, because I'm considering conintuing the story.</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">I am working on another story right now and there's even a new story brewing in my head too. I've unleashed a monster! Lol :)</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">Alrighty :) I just had to share the wonderment of my blog makeover and give myself a little pimping time! But I am now off to bed!!</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">Goodnight y'all!!</div>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-72167453822109969082009-11-11T23:46:00.005-06:002009-11-12T12:35:40.478-06:00In the MooooodI have been in the mood to write (all this NaNo talk must have worn off on me!) The only problem is that I don't know what to write!? I usually write when something specific comes to me or I get a writing prompt. So here, I sit w/ inspiration, but no subject.<br /><br />Looking for inspiration, I decided to go back over some of my older writings and share one (for now, maybe more later) with you guys. Maybe putting this out there will inspire a story. *crossing fingers*<br /><br />Before you read, I want to you imagine a face. A blank face. Void of all color, except for the blood red lips. Void of all expression. With deep set, empty eyes. Silent tears stream down the stilled cheeks. The face is upturned toward the stars begging for peace...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Mystic Eyes</span><br /><br />As I look through these mystic eyes to the heavens above,<br />I know I see you look down upon me.<br />Through the holes were my eyes once were,<br />I see the invisible love that you gave to me.<br />With my cold, stiff body,<br />I feel the warmth from your heart.<br />When my thin, bony fingers touch yours,<br />I experience all that you have in the past.<br />For the salty tears that fell then dried and my blood red lips that quivered,<br />I cried them for you after I discovered I couldn't live without you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwREBImty_dr8XxkqIoSXem0sTAf5GzZq0O5Aa2_gnRfAmaV7l1vrCX5IL5Uk-v6YK-W2gqyU6UgF41ozNSUKSsK8BtnGNbd-wTnVp5P0o0FVFJOWCYQPXoLQLeIJ81EfBpfy2D0E7dhk/s1600-h/blk+slvr+mask.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403089593286387618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwREBImty_dr8XxkqIoSXem0sTAf5GzZq0O5Aa2_gnRfAmaV7l1vrCX5IL5Uk-v6YK-W2gqyU6UgF41ozNSUKSsK8BtnGNbd-wTnVp5P0o0FVFJOWCYQPXoLQLeIJ81EfBpfy2D0E7dhk/s320/blk+slvr+mask.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now, on cometh the brainstorm! *closes eyes*<br /><br />Now, on cometh the Brainstorm! *eyes still closed clutching pen and paper*<br /><br />I SAID,<br /><br />Now, On Cometh The BRAINSTORM!!! *huffing & tossing down paper and pen*<br /><br />Fine, obviously my brainstorm didn't get the memo, but I shall keep on trying! (psst! Hey, you guys! Do YOU have any suggestions on something you've been wanting written? I'll give everything a try at least once!)<br /><br />Hmmmmmmm...........<br /><br />*anxiously waiting*<br />SBGDGTSBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-91890956048061262882009-11-03T22:07:00.010-06:002009-11-04T01:20:48.204-06:00Twilight and my Pretzel Art<span style="font-size:130%;">Preztel Art</span><br /><br /><br />What the hell is Pretzel Art? Well, it started when my very OCD mind was eating some pretzels. You see, I have to go through a bag and eat all the broken ones first while placeing the whole ones aside in another bag. Only after all the broken ones are gone can I go eat the rest. During my picky food-eating habit I noticed that some of the broken pretzels formed letters. I then procceeded to set aside the letters, chew/break/gnaw the rest of the letters I needed and spell out my name.<br /><br />I was so fucking proud of myself! *Beaming Brightly*<br /><br /><br />Then the new tradition! Spell out my name first. (Because sometimes, the pretzels break and the letter doesn't count if you have to hold it together.) Then, eat the broken ones, finally the whole ones.<br /><br /><br />I slowly figured out that I can make all the letters of my alphabet except for "K". Fuckin' "K"! Of course it doesn't want to cooperate! Of crouse it has to be one little bitch in my OCD fun pretzel time. Well, Fuc_ that letter! I don't need it anway *grumbling to self*<br /><br /><br />So, eventually I started spelling out my friends names and sending them as a fun little name tags :) Seeing as all of you stuc_ with me through those last two, buc_-ass na_ed, soul spilling posts, I wanted to lighten things up and _eep them light for the next 2 yrs or so! Lol<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">*Grabs microphone* *tap tap*<br /></div><div align="center">Is this thing on?<br /></div><div align="center">*blowing into it*<br /></div><div align="center">Testing. Testing. Shit this thing isn't wor_ing!<br />*banging it into my palm the magic number of 3 times* </div><div align="center">Oh well...<br /><br /></div><div align="center">*Clearing throat & spea_ing REALLY LOUD* </div><div align="center">Hello! I want to welcome you to...<br /></div><div align="center">*stranger approaches with a wic_ed croo_ed smile* </div><div align="center">Ummmm.... (fuc_, what was I saying?)<br /></div><div align="center">*stranger switches mic on and win_s*<br /></div><div align="center">*collective giggles and big blush*<br /></div><div align="center">*staring at green-eyed stranger*<br /></div><div align="center">(must read his name tag... Jac_sper? Wow!)<br /></div><div align="center">Well, that was embarassing... *aw_ward laugh* </div><div align="center">Hello! I want to welcome all of you to my Pretzel Art Show featuring Twilight and some of SBGDGT's friends. So please, sit bac_ and enjoy the clic_able show!<br /></div><div align="center">*blushing and turning mic OFF*<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvb5XwiBgMulNEJy0hQJNEBhx7wlJaiBeCKp1J2KP8a2cO_g2UhtypX8LXShHWZr0UpM2stxDoAlPQaSe_CE6ipCCta2FodKb-mSHqCIO6eM0Ul-QJzbxa2JRBRb3MvRPIkZtPNwHZadQ/s1600-h/110309_1152[00].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400098395543003426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvb5XwiBgMulNEJy0hQJNEBhx7wlJaiBeCKp1J2KP8a2cO_g2UhtypX8LXShHWZr0UpM2stxDoAlPQaSe_CE6ipCCta2FodKb-mSHqCIO6eM0Ul-QJzbxa2JRBRb3MvRPIkZtPNwHZadQ/s200/110309_1152%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwpgN2bFvl2T6wahEEEeKE3WMn_k0TQFGWz8vN_c_Y1T-Q04wk_EthsSncBOYSrZV5D55NX49kEf4wz042svjtruEgEKectM21x8Nu64mWJz4w9ElqW1FIb0lkdXbC4wyc9_3T4VSejo/s1600-h/110309_1155[00].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400098402769569090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwpgN2bFvl2T6wahEEEeKE3WMn_k0TQFGWz8vN_c_Y1T-Q04wk_EthsSncBOYSrZV5D55NX49kEf4wz042svjtruEgEKectM21x8Nu64mWJz4w9ElqW1FIb0lkdXbC4wyc9_3T4VSejo/s200/110309_1155%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeyp1AyVBo5uHRNb4ifUUBp2wdqWpBJFy17YMcER92gjaIs97kmKan1s9bp2QscKCk5HvbiMpF713DretdXNSRrKApQU3qRmApytFk7E1HDiIrMDm_b6N8xJL9zdhpTTWR3u4-tiA3vw/s1600-h/110309_1241[00].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400098399417517410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeyp1AyVBo5uHRNb4ifUUBp2wdqWpBJFy17YMcER92gjaIs97kmKan1s9bp2QscKCk5HvbiMpF713DretdXNSRrKApQU3qRmApytFk7E1HDiIrMDm_b6N8xJL9zdhpTTWR3u4-tiA3vw/s200/110309_1241%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">(I know there is no Brea_ing Dawn, but I can't half-ass do a word so I just left if off completely)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">For stic_ing with me through that very blac_ moment with all </div><div align="center">your words of encouragement and wonderful hugs:</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://straightjacketaimee.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400098707045794450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpq8V7G45ZgxuLpr9MbE1xyPaXpvvzXSSWK40FO-Oy72Ow6VxmFbSBqJJNZmpmEMwPnUqN95mBUOhB3_q_Ce91IAnBUl5Z_8rXZM2E0aIrY43XAMdqEpi1la3gs64QNamQSEuRqqHAFMc/s200/110309_1117%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://jackasseryinthehouse.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400097913725564706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0ZOiVlINtSg0O-vIdApp0xfVsraoK0XPUwdlcoOmLgGneav2eXElUbPMenucRD86a0DjTAxtMEAGHNB5OqqQmRNhsE87PoAo8qpOTsnBguETXCi7NFdAyhAxOodVrC4Tas1doC2dTdI/s200/110309_1228%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://the-lemon-sisters.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400097907909482002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZH0y6e9WyJXhyphenhyphenP9pwpmTM0BaGgFnkSuiAc0BFsXYgJjfQRhy9qdBM5SPNFo-n75Mx43Sn9o2qNgOWEDA2aZBtphFoKhlUFtVvEcyUV3ebb15k-lipUqkC63eD74Wf93G3Ee5i0zJ-Ej0/s200/110309_1136%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://truebloodtwilight.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400097911452611122" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtNG-h3egIaZfkZlycEBmz5JkE8nIgkgupvDsfgeb0NgV1qN6Ixs28nyudQ1HllZyuCQNIN94u0gfb1gXoqNPTcy1yQh1k0QSZ5JUszXXXKQ9KW6_b4NXCXS-3S26S5nhCAfPUdcPCRg/s200/110309_1122%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bettimusictwilight.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400098705517272338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4H0lSKLKzTxlWf9z9yhFe5AAwmd-Mqr-xrRs5UjuYQrIskulAIUvQL1rhBgAU7xSvjLH0qS6jLtGxopR482G-oFc_HD7j7gVKJmTzQ9ekRerUe1D53NpggnDmqhk76sdT2Wln6TrmnuM/s200/110309_1119%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://todayifeelinfinite.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400098711825935970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxAZNy8bRVDajJLNZPKBgehKbb0w8Stfiko0x43ugZJUwYQ2pBx9ph-INPOoNFQyuMaF9T7MDOdTeP56Y-dRz2WQewmzmb4W1rcTSGs9SmG_yEMoZ_MhX9nnshiXJ245dSO9AR3B5aEM/s200/110309_1119%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://supersecrettwilightblog.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400098705082387010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoLU347fgCSl9NKqhqaWKs6x3XyQvUG5_RLTJa8fMG9UvDdYS-vQfQfJvMugwAbdPxlDKGH-D-CGSskMe4N28hyphenhyphenaUIt9rkMMWjJA7zTaoMDSykvdw5sCovpzmArhXrAZQX-BhrNOcHyg/s200/110309_1103%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://letsridethevanquish.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400098398314253250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy_dsD0l3AyTLjDLH9g4K1NgOM7kxUqy4lC3PKyt0tC8A8vuOaQ6FwhrXD-LhmBFXEUa32UykXr-LfNcPLsrX5SodrirjFiuMR_TUqvC9EBlXJF1GUE1HoyV1wxvppp2PBgpOmFLBBMJ4/s200/110309_1406%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">*grabs mic and turns it ON*</div><div align="center">Than_ you so much for coming out tonight!</div><div align="center">I hope you enjoyed my show as much as I enjoyed eating it!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*whispers* </div><div align="center">Did any one notice what I did? </div><div align="center">*giggles at my sly protest of pretzel bitch*</div>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-69617863625607115042009-11-02T23:09:00.005-06:002009-11-03T10:06:10.050-06:00Big Girl Panties and a Confession<div align="justify">Well, I had this fuckawesome post about wondermus, gory Horror Movies, but instead I got a bit sidetracked and now feel the need to explain. I hear that my last post was a tad bit confusing and yes it was pretty cryptic. :-/ Hmm... I'm sorry.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />I am pulling on my big girl panties and while I am about as far away from Catholicism as possible, I am here for confession...<br /><br /></div><div align="justify">You all have heard me say that I have 3 wonderful kiddos. NO? Well, here read <a href="http://apiscesrandomobsessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-official-introduction.html">this</a> and while you're there, leave a comment! I'll wait...</div><p align="justify">*humming Jeopardy* Damn song gets stuck in my head every fuckin' time!</p><p align="justify">Welcome back!</p><p align="justify">Ok, so now you know; I have 3 babies. This is the first time I have ever talked about this, so please forgive me, I have had a bit (a lot) of liquid courage.</p><p align="justify">Here is the MAJORLY shortened version:</p><p align="justify">I have not seen or talked to my oldest son, he's 11 now, in more than 3.5 yrs, since I was 7 months pregnant w/ my baby girl. There was an assault involved at that time. We had a NASTY custody battle. One in which all the family law lawyers in our area knew the name. One which involved too much fuckin' money, several lawyers, numerous CPS cases, countless police, and one previously mentioned assault. Even in the YEARS prior to this (yes, years), I had limited time w/ him. I "lost" my son when he was 3.5. Why? B/c the shit head knew it was the only way to hurt me. He was right.</p><p align="justify">That said, that post was directed at my ex. You see, I don't typically go looking for the diseased fuck hole. I simply live my life. But on occasion, I get a little reminiscent, and I want to see something, anything, about my son. When I signed up for Twitter, I wanted to see if I could find him, so I entered in his email address. I wasn't paying attention and I invited him to follow me on Twitter instead of searching for him by his email *smacks head into wall repeatedly for 7 minutes*</p><p align="center">Twitter links to my blog. </p><p align="center">I almost deleted my Twitter, but decided that was fuckin' retarded. I do that and he wins. </p><p align="center">So I did NOT delete my Twitter. </p><p align="center">I did NOT un-link my blog. </p><p align="justify">I am standing up and owning myself. I know he is prowling out there and I wanted to give him a message.</p><p align="justify">I really miss my son. Some days are better than others. I just see so much of him in my middle son and it starts the memories flowing. Even though my middle son never really knew my oldest, he still calls him "my brother." And what makes me really sad is that my oldest always said he wanted a baby sister. Well, he gets a baby sister and has never even met her. *uber sigh* I have gotta quit while I'm ahead...</p><p align="justify">Does that make a little more sense now? I hope it explains a bit more.</p><p align="justify">So, you still ready for that ass whoopin? He deserves it! sjAimee, bring all ya got! We can tag team him! Not in the fun, pervy way, but in the WWE, CM Punk, John Cena, Triple H kind of way.</p><p align="justify">On your mark. Get Set... GO!</p><p align="justify">*fight ensues* including but not limited to: kicking, junk punching, eyeball plucking, nose stomping, and junk punching round 2.</p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A Sober Edit:</span></p><p align="justify">W/in all the drunken explanation and fighting, I realized I forgot to add The Confession. (Well, besides that I kinda cyber-stalked my ex.) My Confession: This was my choice. After fighting my ex for 4 years, I couldn't do it any more. During that time, I got married, had my other son after being placed on bed rest from stress, and was pregnant again w/ my daughter. You can imagine the strain that has on a marriage, then add thousands of $$ of lawyer debt and dr bills to top it off. I had a choice.</p><blockquote><p align="justify">1. Keep fighting for my oldest child. Lose my husband. Lose myself. Hurt my other son. Hurt my unborn child if my ex lost his temper again. (I'm lucky the assault was not on me, but I was there and it could have easily been me.) I could continue to allow my oldest son to be torn between me and his dad. I could continue to allow his dad to use him as a tool to hurt me. Hell, he wasn't even allowed to call me Mommy...</p><p align="justify">2. I could let go. I could hope that his life wouldn't be as crazy when he isn't being coached into lying and hating me. I could try to make a normal life for my other two children, husband, and family.</p><p align="justify">"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on." ~H Ellis</p></blockquote><p align="justify">There are days when I regret many things, but then I remember I cannot regret them. Those choices gave me my children. Those choices made me who I am today.</p><p align="justify">I have lost so many important people in my life not by my choice. This. This was my choice. And believe me when I say it was and still is the hardest one I have ever had to make. I gave up my visitation, but not my rights. I was supposed to be able to call him on his b-day and Christmas. They never answered. </p><p align="justify">I always wonder how his life is now. I hope he is well. I dream of him knocking on my door and knowing him instantly, because I will never forget his eyes. They are blue with a tiny spot of brown in his right one. And, I will never forget that crooked grin. But until that day...</p><p align="justify">... I'll keep dreaming.</p>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-14724555324595229522009-11-02T13:31:00.003-06:002009-11-02T13:36:17.691-06:00Throwing This Out There. Sorry, friends.Hello, You. You know who. Yes, YOU! Like what you've found? Well, I guess I did gift wrap it for you. I might be a little naive sometimes, but I am not stupid. I'm curious as to what's bouncing around in that head of yours right now. On second thought, I don't give a rat's shitty asshole.<br /><br />I want you to know that I might breakdown sometimes, but I am not broken. You have failed. You. Did. Not. Break. Me. You only made me stronger. You will NEVER be able to comprehend how much love I have in my heart for him.<br /><br />Even now.<br /><br />Especially now.<br /><br />A friend recently brought a wonderful quote to my attention (ty, for sharing this):<br /><blockquote>"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."<br />~H. Ellis</blockquote><br />I might still be working on finding that perfect balance, but I already chose what I let go of and what I am still holding on to. I cannot forget and will never let go or stop loving him, no matter what you try to do.SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-3967369893205999712009-10-26T18:06:00.009-05:002009-10-27T10:10:31.847-05:00The Meme! Woo-hoo!Momma, if you are here, then please just go ahead and click on that little "X" in the upper right hand corner. I LOVE YOU! And thx :)<br /><br /><br />Well, looky here! I got tagged! By <a href="http://straightjacketaimee.blogspot.com/">sjAimee</a> and <a href="http://dangermagnet.com/">Annie</a>! :) Woo-hoo! I am so excited! Sung a la Brian Griffin: "It's peanut butter jelly time. Peanut butter Jelly time. Peanut butter jelly time. Where you at? where you at? Where ya at? Now, there ya go! There ya go! There ya go! There ya go! Peanut butter jelly. Peanut butter Jelly"<br /><br />A note from, <a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/">Twitarded</a>, the lovely ladies who started this little chain:<br /><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em><br />So here's the deal: STY and I came up with a couple of questions for all you bloggers. If you're tagged, answer the questions and tag four other blogs. Don't forget to link back to the blog that tagged you! Let's see how many blogs we can get to participate and hopefully at the end of all this we'll know a lot more about each other. Believe it or not, we even made the questions 99% other-blog friendly! I don't think I said vagina or cock gobbling in a single question!On your mark, get set, GO!!</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em>1) What is the craziest/most stupid thing you've ever done (that you would be willing to share!)?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em><br />2) One my personal favorite games: Fuck, Marry, Kill. With the Twilight cast. **</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em><br />3) What is your favorite band/type of music?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em><br />4) What is your favorite movie besides Twilight?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em><br />5) Do you RL life family/friends know you’re addicted to Twilight? A blogger?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em><br />6) How many hours a week do you spend doing Twi related things? You know, blogging, looking at pictures of the cast, reading fan fiction, etc.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em><br />7) Any random fact you might want to share. Big or small, it doesn't matter.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em><br />**Just encase you didn't know: Fuck, Marry, Kill Rules - Out of all the Twilight characters pick one character you want to fuck, one you would marry and one you would love to kill.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A tiny warning: I am wordy and a little indecisive.<br /><br /><br />1)What is the craziest/most stupid thing you've ever done (that you would be willing to share!)?<br /><br /><br /><blockquote>When I was 21, I drove 5 hrs to meet someone that I had found online and spoke to on the phone. Only my ex kinda knew where I was. He knew which town and that was about it. I'm glad my intuition was right and he wasn't a psychotic murderer. OH! And one of the most stupid lessons I learned was: NEVER wear a tube top with no bra to the strip club and hide the money in there unless you wanna be making your own tips!</blockquote><br />2) One my personal favorite games: Fuck, Marry, Kill. With the Twilight cast. **<br /><br /><br /><blockquote><p><u>Fuck</u>: Jasper! Oh, can you imagine him being affected by your lust. You feeding off his lust. Back and forth and back and forth and back... *<em>shaking out of day dream</em>* Yeah, and you know his power has a stronger effect when he's touching you... Think about that! *<em>drool</em>* OH! And add a little Rosalie in there too please. She might be vain, but as many houses as her and Emmett have destroyed, you know she's a little freaky :)<br /><br /></p><p><u>Marry</u>: Carlisle. He's compassionate, intelligent, and loving. Being the emotionally driven, passionate, way too empathetic person I am, I need someone who could understand that about me and be my voice of reason when I'm being unreasonable. Someone who could and would ground me when I'm floating away with my heads in the clouds. :-D<br /><br /><u>Kill</u>: Either Lauren- I just hate that type of person that doesn't give someone a chance. Just judges off, I don't know what, but they suck! Or Jessica- for being two faced. (yea, I read Midnight Sun) At least Laruen is upfront about her snotty-ness.<br /></p></blockquote><br /><br />3) What is your favorite band/type of music?<br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>This is gonna be weird, but Beethoven is one of my FAVORITES. The emotions that his music evokes is just incomparable: Horn Sonata (I played this for a recital the song starts ~2:40- <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68tuMge6Fio">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYXe3nNdQrw&NR=1">Part 2</a>). 3rd mvt of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqSulR9Fymg">Moonlight Sonata</a> (most people know the slow 2nd Mvt, but this one is all firey passion and unadulterated lust to me). That list could go on and on... But Bon Jovi has been my main man since 1988. *<em>singing</em>* Cause I'm wanted, dead or alive *<em>singing and playing air guitar solo</em>* But I have been so caught up in my new found <a href="http://www.playlist.com/playlist/11045007627">Rock Love</a>, that I didn't even know he had a new song out... :/ So lately, it's been Rock: 3 Days Grace, Shinedown, Breaking Benjamin, Halestorm, etc... NO Rap, hip-hop, or R&B or billboard top 40 kind of stuff for me. Some country OK, but I prefer the 90's country. </blockquote><br />4) What is your favorite movie besides Twilight?<br /><br /><br /><blockquote>Used to be Grease hands down, with a doubt, no second guessing. But I've become a bit of a movie fanatic, and there are SOOO many now! Superbad, Blades of Glory, Zoolander, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0783233/">Atonement</a>, PS I Love You, The Notebook, My Girl, Beaches, Then and Now, Fast and the Furious (with Vin Diesel of course), Wanted, LoTR trilogy, Saw series, Rob Zombie's Halloween, I'm waiting for <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0862856/">Trick 'R Treat</a> so it can be on this list too, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0464141/">Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story</a>, Troy, Harry Potter series, Dusk 'till Dawn (Salma *<em>drool</em>*), Gladiator, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119668/">Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil</a>, Sweeny Todd, cartoon movies, The Crow, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110116/">Immortal Beloved</a>, Southland Tales, City of Angels, Braveheart, and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108052/">Schindler's List</a>. Please don't make me choose... :( </blockquote><p>5) Do you RL life family/friends know you’re addicted to Twilight? A blogger? </p><blockquote><p>Well, when I came to work so excited about my official Bella Swan and Renesmee Cullen t-shirts from <a href="http://twilightteez.com/">TwilightTeez</a>, no one seemed to be as excited as I was, but I guess they could figure out how much I love it. Still, honestly no one but you guys know (or understand) the full extent. My Hubs know I spend hrs on the puter, and my mom knows I have a blog and it's mostly about Twilight stuff. She has my blog address, and I think I might need to remedy that and delete it from her favorites though!! And the reason no one knows, is b/c no one in RL cares enough for me to let my Twilight guard down.<br /></p></blockquote><p>6) How many hours a week do you spend doing Twi related things? You know, blogging, looking at pictures of the cast, reading fan fiction, etc. </p><blockquote>Let's see, there are 168 hrs in a week... *<em>mumbling</em>* sleep, work, *<em>counting</em>* driving, kids *<em>subtracting and adding</em>* multi-tasking... Shit... Um... You really wanna know? Ok, I spend half of my 40 hr work week thinking about or doing something twilight b/c I am awesome like that and can multi-task. So I'll admit to more than 40, but less than 80. How's that? (I'm addicted to FanFic, btw)</blockquote><br />7) Any random fact you might want to share. Big or small, it doesn't matter.<br /><br /><br /><blockquote><p>When I was 17, I was in a car wreck. I totaled Daddy's car on a little 1.5 lane country back road. I went into a ditch on the left, but caught myself and got back on the road. No big deal. I then hit some gravel on the right so when I gassed it, I fishtailed back to the left, into a bar ditch, ripped off my license plate, flew about 10 ft in the air then skidded about 50 ft to finally stop in a cotton field. When I was flying, my seat belt released and I hit the steering wheel, broke my nose, and I had a thumb nail that was about 2.5 inches long that sheared off my eyelashes and cut my eyelid all the way through, but missed my eye ball. (talk about luck!) Add a concussion on top of that. And all of this was b/c... *dun dun DUN* </p><p>I tried to shoo a freakin' mosquito out of the car window... </p></blockquote><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397049420972257906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbABaTRnUzqGfL-00SJVvrt14QbswLhtZ6JBCsozD9L12lOgQrErVjfnRw_q4pjLMDMNjQ_iDBrIdWq8ofwA8s_MlhYVbTqoOYM_1Qrtorx9FDdyDjYyAs_vlYAYDNjMRDz4LFtFzatM/s200/mosquito.bmp" border="0" /></p><blockquote><p><br />Yes!! I swear it was that big! And, hey, I'm allergic! :p Maaaaan, has my family NEVER let me forget this.</p></blockquote><br />Now, who to tag? (sorry if you've already been tagged, I filled this out last night but am just now getting around to poasting. LOL I spelled that like toast! Let's try again POSTING)<br /><br /><br />Bex from <a href="http://todayifeelinfinite.blogspot.com/">I feel Infite</a>,<br /><a href="http://onepushyfox.blogspot.com/">One Pusy Fox</a>,<br /><a href="http://tarasueme.blogspot.com/">Tara Sue Me</a>, and<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/fornicationstation.blogspot.com">Fornication Station</a>.<br /><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:0;"><p></span></p><p></p></blockquote><br />I know this isn't totally "me" today, I'm a little sleepy for a change :)SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-80837677808753905732009-10-23T00:14:00.009-05:002009-10-24T16:21:52.014-05:00My Enablers<div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1.
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<br />This week has been bitter sweet for me.
<br />I have 3 wonderful babies. My middle baby turned 5 this week!!!
<br />I cannot believe how fast these last 5 years have just flown by!
<br />I remember when I brought that tiny old man home.
<br />Think Benjamin Button.
<br />Comb over and everything <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span>
<br />It’s bitter because he’s growing up.
<br />It’s sweet because he’s growing up.
<br />You Mommies know what I mean… *sigh*
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<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! I LOVE YOU</strong></span>!
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<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2.
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<br />A special thanks to </span><a href="http://straightjacketaimee.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sjAimee</span></span></a><span style="color:#663300;"> for the shout out and
<br />pointing you guys to my little corner.
<br />THANK YOU, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sjAimee</span>!!!
<br />You. Made. My. Day!
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<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">3.</span></strong>
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<br />I now have 14 followers!!! Double digits, yo!
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<br />WELCOME TO ALL OF YOU!
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<br />I feel so honored that you guys are here!
<br />I think all of you are be-awesome! (Rhino from Bolt)
<br />
<br />As a token of my thanks I have a couple of gifts.
<br />No, they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">aren</span>’t much, but they are very delectable!
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<br /><u>Gift A</u>:
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<br />I am a chocoholic! My gift is the recipe to
<br />Momma’s Famous Brownie Pudding.
<br />It is homemade brownies on top
<br />with a creamy pudding under.
<br /></span><span style="color:#663300;">"Yum Yum Yum! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Delicioso</span>!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">I’m eating some now!
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<br />1 cup flour
<br />¾ cup sugar
<br />2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Tbls</span> baking cocoa
<br />2 tsp baking powder
<br />½ tsp salt
<br />½ cup milk
<br />2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Tbls</span> cooking oil
<br />1 tsp vanilla extract
<br />¾ cup nuts, your choice (optional)
<br />¾ cup brown sugar
<br />¼ cup baking cocoa
<br />1¾ cup HOT water
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<br />Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
<br />Sift first 5 dry ingredients; add milk, oil and vanilla.
<br />Stir till smooth; add nuts (optional).
<br />Pour into greased (or baking sprayed) 8x8x2 inch pan.
<br />In separate bowl, combine remaining ingredients.
<br />Slowly pour over batter in pan.
<br />Bake for approximately 45 minutes.
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<br />The brownie part will rise to the top and the yum-a-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">licious</span> pudding part will be underneath. The pudding will be VERY runny when it’s hot. The longer it sits and cools, the more pudding like it gets. But who can resist hot brownies? Not me! I hope you all enjoy!
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<br />For those of you who <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">aren</span>’t chocolate lovers or are on a diet,
<br />how about some Lemonade?
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<br /><u>Gift B</u>:
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<br />A list of some of my favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">FanFics</span>!
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<br />Warning:
<br />Most of these are filled with some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">sexin</span>’s.
<br />For those of you under 18,
<br />stick with Gift A.
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<br /><ul>
<br /><li><div align="left"><a href="http://angstgoddess003.livejournal.com/tag/wide+awake"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Wide Awake </span></a><span style="color:#663300;">by </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1713572/"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Angstgoddess</span></span></a><span style="color:#663300;">- Just in case you haven’t gotten wind of this magnificent story, finish my blog, comment, then GO READ IT! It is all Human, with canon couples, but they don’t call her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Angstgoddess</span> for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">nothin</span>’! Bella and Edward both have a troubled past that they must overcome. There are some delicious cookies and some magical Unicorns. Don’t understand? Read it and you will! Personally, when I read this, the story was not finished. It left off in a VERY dark place. It put me in a funk for a whole week! Like people-avoided-me-at-all-costs kind of funk. But don’t fret! The sun rose in the east and all that is left is the Epilogue. </span></div></li></ul></div>
<br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#663300;">These next stories are all tied in together and deal with a Dominant/submissive lifestyle. If that’s not your thing, don’t bother. If you’re not sure, READ THEM! They are very sexy and well written. And please, she has said this, and I’ll say it too: She does not life this life and it does not necessarily represent the exact lifestyle. It is a fictional story, though she does try to research there is only so much you can do. There. I feel better.</span></p>
<br /><ul>
<br /><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;">The stories by </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1595284/"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">tara</span> sue me</span></a><span style="color:#663300;">:
<br />a. </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4764216/1/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">The Submissive </span></a><span style="color:#663300;">- This is the original story and is in Bella’s, the submissive, point of view </span><span style="color:#663300;">b. </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4918631/1/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">The Dominant</span></a><span style="color:#663300;">- This is same story but from Edward’s, the Dominant, point of view. As it does tell the same story, it is not simply a re-hash of The Submissive. There are a lot of things going on in Edward’s head and he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">doesn</span>’t skim over some of the parts that Bella might have.
<br />c. </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5394195/1/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">The Training</span></a><span style="color:#663300;">- This is the sequel to the previously mentioned stories by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">tara</span> sue me. </span></div></li></ul>
<br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#663300;">This next story is great! It starts off with couples totally mismatched. Do they stay that way? Maybe. Maybe not. </span></p><ul>
<br /><li><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4765157/1/">The Ex-Factor: Edward & Bella</a></span> by <span style="color:#3333ff;"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1713555/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">AngelAtTwilight</span></a></span>- Basically, this is a story 4 years after Edward and Bella break up right out of high school, and all their anger, unresolved feelings, and how their lives have moved on. If you can’t tell by the title, it is a Bella & Edward story. So, if you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">aren</span>’t too fond of the first couplings, at least keep that in mind. Angel’s profile page also has a LOT of little extra’s for the story. This story mixes it up with many different points of view. Edward, Bella, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, Jacob. They are ALL there, and she does a great job getting into each of these characters heads! While this story does have some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">sexin</span>’s it is also a great story about love and overcoming past demons. So if you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">aren</span>’t as fond of the lemony goodness, you can skim over them and not miss out on the story. </span></li></ul>
<br /><p><span style="color:#663300;">This next story is also very sweet with a few lemons thrown in. Again, if lemonade is not your thing, skim over them, but read this story! It’s got one hell of an ending I think! </span></p><ul>
<br /><li><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4946293/1/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Falling For You </span></a><span style="color:#663300;">by </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1811125/"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">GreenEyedGirl</span>17</span></a><span style="color:#663300;">- Bella is a pediatric nurse who’s had her fair share of bad dates and happens to work for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Carlisle</span>. Edward is Carlisle's son and a divorced father of two. Scheming friends will try to bring them together but will Tanya ruin everything? </span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>WARNING</strong></span>: THIS NEXT STORY IS <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">SPOILERISH</span> IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE BOOKS- Skip ahead to the next one. </span></p><ul><li><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4589538/1/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Waxing Crescent</span></a><span style="color:#663300;"> by </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1712471/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Pastiche Pen</span></a><span style="color:#663300;">- It's a story about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Renesmee</span>, a few years old, but about 16. She's ready and wants to go to High School, meet new friends, and is finding new feelings for Jacob. Then a stranger comes to town and turns all the Cullen's lives for a loop.
<br /></span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#663300;">As if you guys don’t already know about this story. It is Twilight swimming in the Twilight Zone! I’m talking twisted and crazy, sexy and scary, sweet and psychotic. Figured it out? </span></p><ul>
<br /><li><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4968509/1/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Buried Among the Begonias</span></a><span style="color:#663300;"> by </span><a href="http://www.durtynellystwistedhouseofhorrors.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">DurtyNelly</span></span></a><span style="color:#663300;">- This is one fucked up Edward and Bella story, but you just can’t stop reading it! Here’s another warning: This story is not for the weak hearted nor the weak stomached. It is crazy. It is twisted. It is damp, dark basements scary, with sex <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">in between</span> and sometimes included in the craziness. But I’ll be damned if I stop reading it! It’s the car wreck you can’t turn away from, and I love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">DurtyNelly</span> for it! For writing something completely different than I have yet to see in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">FanFic</span> world.
<br /></span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#663300;">Now finally, my last <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">pimpin</span>’. Check out this pic, then take a minute and listen to the song that inspired the last story. (I’ll try not to sing too loud, but no promises because this band is one of my current obsessions)
<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://s560.photobucket.com/albums/ss41/miztrezboo/britpacksuccubus/?action=view&current=Igetoff1.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="britpacksuccubus,IGetOff,fanfiction" src="http://i560.photobucket.com/albums/ss41/miztrezboo/britpacksuccubus/Igetoff1.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p>
<br /></p></span><div style="VISIBILITY: visible; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; WIDTH: 450px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="color:#663300;"><embed style="VISIBILITY: visible; WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 270px" name="mp3player" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" width="435" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=71068224&t=1256271440&wid=os" wmode="transparent" border="0"></embed>
<br /><span style="color:#663300;"></a><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><p><span style="color:#663300;"></span></p><span style="color:#663300;"><p align="center">
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<br />
<br />Intrigued? I know I was!
<br /></p></span><ul>
<br /><li><div align="left"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5234938/1/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">I Get Off</span></a><span style="color:#663300;"> by </span><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1871184/"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">britpacksuccubus</span></span></a><span style="color:#663300;">- Such delicious graphic lemons throughout this whole story. Intended as a one-shot, this story has grown and I cannot say enough about it b/c I absolutely LOVE this story. (That’s the exhibitionist, freak in me speaking) Throughout the story, there are some Twilight throw backs to remind us why we are there in the first place. So far we've been visited by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Peepella</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">SmokeN</span>’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Strokeward</span> plus a few others. Here’s the summary: </span></div></li></ul><blockquote><blockquote>
<br /><p><span style="color:#663300;">“When Bella becomes Edward’s assistant and moves in across the street, what will happen when he takes in the view? And not just those of the skyline…” </span></p></blockquote>
<br /><p><span style="color:#663300;">On <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">brit</span>’s profile page, there are also links for the outfits worn, the places they live, characters, and even the songs that inspire(d) the story. She put a lot of work into this! Hell, just check out all her stories, they are wonderfully smut filled and fuck-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">tastically</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">HAWT</span>!
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<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4.
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<br />If you noticed the title of this post, it’s called My Enablers.
<br />
<br />What few friends and forced relationships (in-laws,
<br />bros and parents) I have left, have been saved.
<br />They don’t have to listen to as much
<br />“Twilight this, Twilight that,”
<br />“New Moon premiere,”
<br />“Edward & Bella,”
<br />“Can’t wait,”
<br />“Jasper,”
<br />“Uh...”
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<br /></span><p></p></div></blockquote>
<br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">They profusely thank you! </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">And so do I.
<br />
<br />I don’t have to hear “It’s only a movie, Whitey!”
<br />I don’t have to taste the sour rejection.
<br />I don’t have to see the eyes roll.
<br />I don’t have to smell the farts.
<br />I don’t have to feel the sigh.
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<br /></p></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;">This is because each and every one of you, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">fanfic</span> authors, blog keeper-uppers, and followers, are My Enablers. Here in my real life, no one fully understands my obsession with Twilight. Hell, I don’t even get it! But, for what ever reason, I believe fate brought me here and helped me find y'all. You don’t judge my obsession and most of the time add fuel to my fire! I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">freakin</span>’ love you guys! So here’s one more big THANK YOU! And now I’m done with the mushy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">girly</span> feelings.
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<br />Till next time… </span><p></p></div>
<br /></span></span>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-48772298682323142002009-10-13T21:03:00.006-05:002009-10-13T23:42:35.914-05:00Puppy Love<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>WARNING:</em></strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;">If you have not read the Twilight books and do not want to know </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;">anything what may or may not happen in the New Moon or </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;">Eclipse movies (ya know, cause I didn't write </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;">the screenplays) then you might want </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;">to just look at the pictures. </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I wag my finger at me with disappointment...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I hang my head in shame...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I tsk, tsk myself...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">"Why, SBGDGT," you might ask? </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify">Well, some of you might have noticed, some might not, BUT... I forgot Jacob in my "Ideal Cast" post. *<em>hiding behind my hands</em>* </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">*<em>Squares shoulders to face the music</em>* I didn't keep him as "Would not recast". I didn't even mention his name. I feel bad for a few reasons:</div><br /><ol><li>He's a major character, duh. </li><br /><li><div align="justify">New Moon is almost here, and this is his time to shine. When I first read New Moon, even though I knew it was coming, I cried and cried but continued to "read" and not just skip to the end. And if "by read" you mean, *<em>speed typing</em>* reading really, really fast over the whole thing and hating Jacob and his immature ways just to hurry and get to the part when Edward and Bella are back together again, *<em>whew</em>* then yes, that's how I read it the first time. When I read it again, I actually liked Jacob. The third time, I was smitten. And the fourth... I fell in love. I felt his pain. I cried when he asked Bella to stay. In the end, I am happy for Edward and Bella, but I definitely saw the path of Jacob and Bella play out in my mind. To continue... </div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">I have a thing for the Native physical features. (my husband is Mexican Indian heritage *<em>waggles eyebrows</em>*) </div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">I want to be able to look at Jacob without getting arrested for the dirty thoughts that run through my mind. Ya know, like the space heater scene *<em>wink wink</em>*</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">I want to be able to look at Jacob without getting arrested for the dirty thoughts that run through my head. Ya know, like the space heater scene *<em>wink wink</em>* (This is a big enough of a reason I counted it twice!)</div></li></ol><p align="justify">If you haven't figured it out yet, I would change Jacob. Maybe if Taylor were a few yrs older? I don't know, he's just not that cute to me... Sorry all you Taylor fans, but it's just how I feel! And I couldn't find one person to fit my Jacob. Especially since he changes SO MUCH in New Moon. So, I have a few different people, you can mesh them all together in your head b/c I am not talented with that all PhotoShop shit. </p><p align="justify">First I give you Rudy Youngblood. This would be my Twilight to beginning of New Moon, perpetually happy-go-lucky Jacob. Look at that grin. I could see this man in a homemade garage, working on cars and motorcycles, all greased up... *<em>daydreaming of space heaters</em>* Sorry, I'm back :)</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEld_69ShUrDZVOfTJTUKtV5I5SR1zqUkzT9DQeQKfTHeUjCuNTD6vmxSguwLBaFNU0BRyvdzD_DTTNs9EXdV6UDzdd15welKkwOWhchbZczj77vhsBwY5npkHYPDkioghm1elbyDu8aw/s1600-h/rudy+youngblood+1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392271731109307682" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEld_69ShUrDZVOfTJTUKtV5I5SR1zqUkzT9DQeQKfTHeUjCuNTD6vmxSguwLBaFNU0BRyvdzD_DTTNs9EXdV6UDzdd15welKkwOWhchbZczj77vhsBwY5npkHYPDkioghm1elbyDu8aw/s320/rudy+youngblood+1.bmp" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVHIg0akWey4piNuOyujJN5_uGgsK9TQvev0Wym-XdbQ-oTKMGNH_TjWfAooZ9rqeUQ0DeJACaGX2LHcYS3vOSjuYHK1ONImo6X-qGB5Wx4TvnhgZFJSuvnyEkqc-DBTbd80H5NidcoU/s1600-h/rudy+youngblood+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392291819924318578" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVHIg0akWey4piNuOyujJN5_uGgsK9TQvev0Wym-XdbQ-oTKMGNH_TjWfAooZ9rqeUQ0DeJACaGX2LHcYS3vOSjuYHK1ONImo6X-qGB5Wx4TvnhgZFJSuvnyEkqc-DBTbd80H5NidcoU/s320/rudy+youngblood+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="justify">Next is Rick Mora. This is more how I actually picture Jacob's face, with the very angular jaw and cheeks, but I wanted him to be a little cuter. Still, Rick's hair is gorgeous, so just put this hair on Rudy's face. Can't you see this as the mean face he puts on when he's trying to make Bella leave him alone though?</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0Wp1APNozTLDsp8UFx-676cBxmq_lWislVuzmdP4jqTSalNOld8rx_4HI3_Wmxc-Fnsy7jvWVP5CtyKuR185bfTgCOpv1Iu8UjObOWKa58R0hBcfsSj2JalYO0O2-AWNceXn1FQz2_Y/s1600-h/rick+mora+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392271722937605986" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0Wp1APNozTLDsp8UFx-676cBxmq_lWislVuzmdP4jqTSalNOld8rx_4HI3_Wmxc-Fnsy7jvWVP5CtyKuR185bfTgCOpv1Iu8UjObOWKa58R0hBcfsSj2JalYO0O2-AWNceXn1FQz2_Y/s320/rick+mora+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="justify">Announcement: The part of Jacob Black, the Werewolf, will be played by Jason Dehoyo. Just look at those soulful eyes. You can swim in them! And the body? Yeah, now that's what a ripped Werewolf is supposed to look like... *<em>drooooool</em>* </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-lgH2h8lt9zMwI6ppVKc-BD-TuXVdeTthTnwb146Ofni36DQwKpMPxGyPu8KIklCs7t1eIXGROF9OK78WNV4Gc9kmEcuNt1q2A1AojAJVIPcv-ON-dHFN619AD-TERAxKYkt_O3RAHM/s1600-h/jason+dehoyo+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392271717766917602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-lgH2h8lt9zMwI6ppVKc-BD-TuXVdeTthTnwb146Ofni36DQwKpMPxGyPu8KIklCs7t1eIXGROF9OK78WNV4Gc9kmEcuNt1q2A1AojAJVIPcv-ON-dHFN619AD-TERAxKYkt_O3RAHM/s320/jason+dehoyo+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpR_mtggKKbcvi73PvXOyX0GMWl5lfEyOkXjUb33XyBfbA8Q7_5NQ2sKCD9e-HkGhq_OZFroHeEaBNT3VzJpNMHOvSYSyghmXidFH1OFRa8WJfaG_1eHgIxIrRN16LPDWoFkQkh-Qk1w/s1600-h/jason+dehoyo+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392295139166505810" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpR_mtggKKbcvi73PvXOyX0GMWl5lfEyOkXjUb33XyBfbA8Q7_5NQ2sKCD9e-HkGhq_OZFroHeEaBNT3VzJpNMHOvSYSyghmXidFH1OFRa8WJfaG_1eHgIxIrRN16LPDWoFkQkh-Qk1w/s320/jason+dehoyo+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_yPlot3rOPxwVpmUkwUmNFnwyDEwY3q6Q8tqsR50KrxngmiiKbPzV9OWdVZRKIi5FJhGGdyTxoikNxDuOqhLLg_ctSC5ReGqslX-uXTcVGdmgNWPn7Un0Ol7aX6Hlh-cLCBWoIEkSwc/s1600-h/jason+dehoyo+cropped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392295148536021010" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_yPlot3rOPxwVpmUkwUmNFnwyDEwY3q6Q8tqsR50KrxngmiiKbPzV9OWdVZRKIi5FJhGGdyTxoikNxDuOqhLLg_ctSC5ReGqslX-uXTcVGdmgNWPn7Un0Ol7aX6Hlh-cLCBWoIEkSwc/s320/jason+dehoyo+cropped.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />So, there ya have it folks, my Jacob Black. I think I have made up for my little mishap in the previous post. Jacob, himself, told me he feels better now since I dedicated this WHOLE thing to him. Boy, am I relieved to hear that!SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-68309327639164094872009-10-12T01:28:00.015-05:002009-10-12T03:07:22.439-05:00My Ideal Cast<div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center">Alrighty :) I am having an Insomniac Night. So here's what I've got for ya. I know how everyone has their idea of the perfect cast for the Twilight series, myself included. I also know that it can be hard to put an actual face to the one you see in your head. I am not an artist by any means other than a stick figure or two, so I have decided to hunt down actors/actresses that most resemble my imagination.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Seeing as I am NOT 16 yrs old or 20 for that matter, I imagine my cast a tad older. Truth be told, Bella had blonde hair and grey eyes and Edward... well, here take a look: </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgm56kch9MuFk8e68jFccM-IhA82Mx3eZ6SqMORFmm5z2LCffjw6YWOMLJo6antAJzzAQchuA6A6k6UPm9J5fDnDsO6EWrbIT4-QDtPDk0v1vz3ruPCMbyESlSzUAmLfjp0tslXjxen8/s1600-h/IMG_3696.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391607203100115170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgm56kch9MuFk8e68jFccM-IhA82Mx3eZ6SqMORFmm5z2LCffjw6YWOMLJo6antAJzzAQchuA6A6k6UPm9J5fDnDsO6EWrbIT4-QDtPDk0v1vz3ruPCMbyESlSzUAmLfjp0tslXjxen8/s320/IMG_3696.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBvPjSz98GDiOCRe2vEAVFzwKPdbFAzfy1xl6zr5ZkB58v5qz7F4O4pkTcHpGqUL6oTMgROaDZwhyphenhyphenW6UJVb9Fz43xB5rWDRD5K1oqDwzKU7XUCq0G2qvarZGEWExaKILYU87Xi6qKDhk/s1600-h/josh+hartnett+8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391607194169511410" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBvPjSz98GDiOCRe2vEAVFzwKPdbFAzfy1xl6zr5ZkB58v5qz7F4O4pkTcHpGqUL6oTMgROaDZwhyphenhyphenW6UJVb9Fz43xB5rWDRD5K1oqDwzKU7XUCq0G2qvarZGEWExaKILYU87Xi6qKDhk/s320/josh+hartnett+8.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Wow! Now that's a fairy tale couple right there! </div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">What!? *stuff fingers in ears* La la la la la, I can't hear you!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">OK! OK!!!! Fine... *pouting* </div><div align="center">I'll move on...</div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div>Now, I know that these guys are not "the" stars of these stories, but I am going to start with the actors that I think are perfect. I cannot, would not change Billy Burke as Charlie. He's the perfect dad for this story! He is sexy as all get out in real life,<br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">Exhibit A:</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjsc3d0BklRrjFleKVdd6-gcdheAANY1vlVwD3Dhrl2YvyjzheIKGL9q4LlR5GgS-LIq2HuYTc-XUv1qrCFTNvgh-5d3T0uZxDrQcMK4qAvSUNS-Kh1NB_qLoTScAWMvlilo2JHkvMqw/s1600-h/billy+burke+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391601054548277186" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjsc3d0BklRrjFleKVdd6-gcdheAANY1vlVwD3Dhrl2YvyjzheIKGL9q4LlR5GgS-LIq2HuYTc-XUv1qrCFTNvgh-5d3T0uZxDrQcMK4qAvSUNS-Kh1NB_qLoTScAWMvlilo2JHkvMqw/s400/billy+burke+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">There's something about that mustache and the flannel that makes him </div><div align="center">Cheif Swan, a loving, awkward dad.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVMPtSm5aPU5P4bs9-Tjs-yWkpVLLr3e5qJs04fA1x-svOmUsDklbiA4x2RDRd5smJ4mtq9YxmKuoE5gZ1gxuXXRH6Fer8l6cKbe6RWtMWYOoy0_gfS9HqMYRhQJ5R2drmmdvWU6gDYo/s1600-h/billy+burke-+swan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391598490549032034" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggVMPtSm5aPU5P4bs9-Tjs-yWkpVLLr3e5qJs04fA1x-svOmUsDklbiA4x2RDRd5smJ4mtq9YxmKuoE5gZ1gxuXXRH6Fer8l6cKbe6RWtMWYOoy0_gfS9HqMYRhQJ5R2drmmdvWU6gDYo/s400/billy+burke-+swan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center">I also would not change Ashley Greene as Alice. She fit the book so perfectly that while I read it, I still pictured her. Jasper on the other hand, I did not like in Twilight. He looked weird, but I have since come around and think that Jackson Rathbone is a freakin' hottie. (Please see <a href="http://apiscesrandomobsessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/major-brain-fart.html">previous </a>post.) Ashley and Jackson also stay as Alice and Jasper.<br /><br />Alice Cullen Jasper Hale</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkLlqSApEX6BwITmmXzK2jjNS4JL5dBOWN1ZQceuOFueyv0Fc7GE12q55TTUJVHl9-Ecdb6dOwP1oKwcp8apqAYqJACO-Rr7kudUNW0hyBOltnU75xES1qiF3njbHK0rgBGbBTtwurY0/s1600-h/ashley+greene.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391598020353972178" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkLlqSApEX6BwITmmXzK2jjNS4JL5dBOWN1ZQceuOFueyv0Fc7GE12q55TTUJVHl9-Ecdb6dOwP1oKwcp8apqAYqJACO-Rr7kudUNW0hyBOltnU75xES1qiF3njbHK0rgBGbBTtwurY0/s320/ashley+greene.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySVV_d-P80h5UatSlH9RS1Y9QSqdAIITsAlUk9AnMVv7W-WJgDOspJckvsA-KkuemNgE_c0RzQaCZTe0N-lcjmQ7YV1n3BbbqNzn2i2KwmxBEDHOr5Q8Hjo1T21-4yZ32wtIOjvZFJgg/s1600-h/jackson+rathbone+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391598024380075458" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySVV_d-P80h5UatSlH9RS1Y9QSqdAIITsAlUk9AnMVv7W-WJgDOspJckvsA-KkuemNgE_c0RzQaCZTe0N-lcjmQ7YV1n3BbbqNzn2i2KwmxBEDHOr5Q8Hjo1T21-4yZ32wtIOjvZFJgg/s320/jackson+rathbone+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><div><div><br /></div><div align="center">Now on to the controversey! I'm just gonna throw it out there.</div><div><br /></div><div align="center">Here's Kate Beckinsdale and Jay Kenneth Johnson as:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Esme Carlisle<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bOq_D7ZlEwDzAL4w-NAnE40BvOIa08tsftHZw8prOb-BS9g7RXsHbr2JGf0TAVC_IEvRFhOWiu5LBpIDdezs4TPtI7DOo3bz6vmbcwAz8_OV9xq_t_J-hR85cMNbRCjDejJ0JdMu7FU/s1600-h/kate+beckinsdale.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391609400284383122" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bOq_D7ZlEwDzAL4w-NAnE40BvOIa08tsftHZw8prOb-BS9g7RXsHbr2JGf0TAVC_IEvRFhOWiu5LBpIDdezs4TPtI7DOo3bz6vmbcwAz8_OV9xq_t_J-hR85cMNbRCjDejJ0JdMu7FU/s320/kate+beckinsdale.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKtllCruAP0k6jz34NEXxaWcbrH1RpzsEjP_L8JudeG2VjOr-n6-1Z2gJmUj8XLG4t6F4qJGF_5PHOeMzJxtQ9ELr_luV7TUnnD04kBPZNXKeh7ABOeprMHVVdZ_GRe7a0820C0DcAw8/s1600-h/J+K+Johnson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391608896068163522" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKtllCruAP0k6jz34NEXxaWcbrH1RpzsEjP_L8JudeG2VjOr-n6-1Z2gJmUj8XLG4t6F4qJGF_5PHOeMzJxtQ9ELr_luV7TUnnD04kBPZNXKeh7ABOeprMHVVdZ_GRe7a0820C0DcAw8/s320/J+K+Johnson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />See? He's even a Doctor already!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihN6HGO1waWskvELe-NcZEv1TgHjVqibilx5Tc-g4dZlbfjYtxpprv_xJZPpYpSSloi9LOSJ1vNH46DFU_6M-AVJIf1DHwQE72GnoMRrxg1z9TlspLW4pqGJFToo6_jnskz48MTobjDdc/s1600-h/j+k+johnson+2-+cropped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391609407210703954" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihN6HGO1waWskvELe-NcZEv1TgHjVqibilx5Tc-g4dZlbfjYtxpprv_xJZPpYpSSloi9LOSJ1vNH46DFU_6M-AVJIf1DHwQE72GnoMRrxg1z9TlspLW4pqGJFToo6_jnskz48MTobjDdc/s320/j+k+johnson+2-+cropped.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4eN_2hpogu71Qloy-9UZENnhF-PaN19kxF_ngTLRMGFMP3H_1wi2O7sfy57hK7PKIXnCr0-pBg6gPkK16lQvwBMUjfATSx-V2wLSZ5zgv89jxkBGPSmktFlDg601ik6Nk1GWqZD55ug/s1600-h/kate+beckinsdale+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391609395310207970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4eN_2hpogu71Qloy-9UZENnhF-PaN19kxF_ngTLRMGFMP3H_1wi2O7sfy57hK7PKIXnCr0-pBg6gPkK16lQvwBMUjfATSx-V2wLSZ5zgv89jxkBGPSmktFlDg601ik6Nk1GWqZD55ug/s320/kate+beckinsdale+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My Rosalie would be Rachel McAdams and my Emmett would be Greg Vaughn</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Rosalie: Smokin' Hot Emmett: Dimpled Teddy Bear<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dhtyUF2FbN5KJO9w6vKW8uY_cGKyYtVvN72IYB7Wd1OQ6z8HdlMontTDptrmCtTrCYRkYd58-0KDqSQFNaf07sFP_PFjkXuwZ9vGnkmhReIdgunEOwyhwLKyblA0XfMpBS-9BTLmVvc/s1600-h/rachel+mcadams+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391608878667188786" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dhtyUF2FbN5KJO9w6vKW8uY_cGKyYtVvN72IYB7Wd1OQ6z8HdlMontTDptrmCtTrCYRkYd58-0KDqSQFNaf07sFP_PFjkXuwZ9vGnkmhReIdgunEOwyhwLKyblA0XfMpBS-9BTLmVvc/s320/rachel+mcadams+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YnYbHRK4d8Tye8pWZl1tX8n4HnLOyWXOWNTgsymSfZCBF28eo5ZPYnQ32-uBKtxUXjiFGdR7Z6ZOcfwyQE3f8M7pFD-ryDSZQMhyphenhyphen1koxsSRRiOD9pK8dkgTocFRCZGEsPelqi2pv0X8/s1600-h/greg+vaughn+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391608870914445250" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YnYbHRK4d8Tye8pWZl1tX8n4HnLOyWXOWNTgsymSfZCBF28eo5ZPYnQ32-uBKtxUXjiFGdR7Z6ZOcfwyQE3f8M7pFD-ryDSZQMhyphenhyphen1koxsSRRiOD9pK8dkgTocFRCZGEsPelqi2pv0X8/s320/greg+vaughn+1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Rosalie: Horny Bitch Emmett: Horny Puts up with Bitch</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVus6qFguQLboKCmkeP_TxxnSTAWNYLIZSDjY-OYJBEzV9hgSOcLFKR51fwW_EcvG4Lqe1roRcoLDFlhjiWHaSdJuRydWwfZE0tp8JGlKjkbaivsWwi03qg7iCTHwH1oMMS4Nhvt62ik/s1600-h/rachel+mcadams.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391613798961964210" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVus6qFguQLboKCmkeP_TxxnSTAWNYLIZSDjY-OYJBEzV9hgSOcLFKR51fwW_EcvG4Lqe1roRcoLDFlhjiWHaSdJuRydWwfZE0tp8JGlKjkbaivsWwi03qg7iCTHwH1oMMS4Nhvt62ik/s320/rachel+mcadams.bmp" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDqyCmKTmxbPmXeftlqCWQEJ2MDHOHtqxufepZfkgr0KxYYDEDAWsKh5gB4UGUWK9yJfKqkUE-QJEDtPVhZfkwE-t6m2eDPApD_TDYvWY8hIdLogwvDSDsKB_j1fPGrbDZHkTXL9Qx_g/s1600-h/greg+vaughn+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391608881671596546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDqyCmKTmxbPmXeftlqCWQEJ2MDHOHtqxufepZfkgr0KxYYDEDAWsKh5gB4UGUWK9yJfKqkUE-QJEDtPVhZfkwE-t6m2eDPApD_TDYvWY8hIdLogwvDSDsKB_j1fPGrbDZHkTXL9Qx_g/s320/greg+vaughn+6.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Last but not least... Drum roll please!</div><div align="center">*drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Bella & Edward</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPHmAUETz1hjr2tGdSEXt3uQZN_RFbUNCaWkzXdiO8rUOy-c6r4yayF2Lc_PpJWvmFfHA2mJKX5lq3grVkAuyraSI2orvN6dAzxCMkx3hmC13eGpQBk0OXyJ9UJfy7DpTLZoB7ncXdrg/s1600-h/danielle+panabaker+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391611815406283826" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPHmAUETz1hjr2tGdSEXt3uQZN_RFbUNCaWkzXdiO8rUOy-c6r4yayF2Lc_PpJWvmFfHA2mJKX5lq3grVkAuyraSI2orvN6dAzxCMkx3hmC13eGpQBk0OXyJ9UJfy7DpTLZoB7ncXdrg/s400/danielle+panabaker+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj87nyG58TU45WyHREoi6bW6IF2J-fLdFToMCaOAY0N8VghvWctsTE3jqn7cAlHfKxcyHo0KciTdYg-APgmnFVFbYMMRnni49EtEn4-9U7GoZMuehIGaOZQZvrjPKFC4GEJKZ8p-Y1Gyuc/s1600-h/henry+cavill.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391598043405834978" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj87nyG58TU45WyHREoi6bW6IF2J-fLdFToMCaOAY0N8VghvWctsTE3jqn7cAlHfKxcyHo0KciTdYg-APgmnFVFbYMMRnni49EtEn4-9U7GoZMuehIGaOZQZvrjPKFC4GEJKZ8p-Y1Gyuc/s320/henry+cavill.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Danielle Panabaker Henry Cavill</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdjfPGP3UXvQPxRYmZ_OuoUO_T7Dg-uq2MYDyua4gfBlOaorSjKx-0pt2Z2U9LJz6seB1YNNCt74nYyfoDncuKZOrmpR1o3kEHhChCJZq8yc3IGSH8rOpdhqZNTvrIlsn9bVJeJLHR48/s1600-h/danielle+panabaker+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391616557406996050" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdjfPGP3UXvQPxRYmZ_OuoUO_T7Dg-uq2MYDyua4gfBlOaorSjKx-0pt2Z2U9LJz6seB1YNNCt74nYyfoDncuKZOrmpR1o3kEHhChCJZq8yc3IGSH8rOpdhqZNTvrIlsn9bVJeJLHR48/s320/danielle+panabaker+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0GqhX2q6TLhQN1Y6ey2hyphenhyphen8u1Wj6Wtnq5EudamnojFUFmg4r8WUjLeo6FcQkMSDcViKm1OQa1BKEyWhO_cwj4SIAx-Na12PSxwlxj1BkJphHtOBJF89I5xJxZZ3-pAm-yQ6bg3Ioe7VM/s1600-h/henry+cavill+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391616572681113682" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0GqhX2q6TLhQN1Y6ey2hyphenhyphen8u1Wj6Wtnq5EudamnojFUFmg4r8WUjLeo6FcQkMSDcViKm1OQa1BKEyWhO_cwj4SIAx-Na12PSxwlxj1BkJphHtOBJF89I5xJxZZ3-pAm-yQ6bg3Ioe7VM/s320/henry+cavill+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDIcOX5sJVcRbNXtBZyts5IqPXOiEBs_D79DYxJWTgDuhxHsSO_lENmXynKxnE_0s8-e4wBUlaSp0cpPlCNpsLX1pAAVBvOm3SvRL587yr1sr6HjMjDFFxU2erdPj7uyM91GQ8Worhk8/s1600-h/danielle+panabaker+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391616561196158034" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDIcOX5sJVcRbNXtBZyts5IqPXOiEBs_D79DYxJWTgDuhxHsSO_lENmXynKxnE_0s8-e4wBUlaSp0cpPlCNpsLX1pAAVBvOm3SvRL587yr1sr6HjMjDFFxU2erdPj7uyM91GQ8Worhk8/s320/danielle+panabaker+5.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhh_ojJIHqjkv9I2IZI0D1okviwXLgrWavK969HMe9RMfd_Vke0xwKdCHt3it9wlqfBI3a3xb3kKy1M5uxK4s75sahQz2spW0GfJSEUwnfAwuyHFGbspFMJaLfsKeES9eMyUOxojx4P8/s1600-h/henry+cavill+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391616576412110018" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhh_ojJIHqjkv9I2IZI0D1okviwXLgrWavK969HMe9RMfd_Vke0xwKdCHt3it9wlqfBI3a3xb3kKy1M5uxK4s75sahQz2spW0GfJSEUwnfAwuyHFGbspFMJaLfsKeES9eMyUOxojx4P8/s320/henry+cavill+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Now that you've had a little swim in my imagination, </div><div align="center">would you be willing to share your's with me? </div><div align="center">Even if you wouldn't change one single person. </div><div align="center">Pretty please? </div><div align="center">With whipped cream on top? </div><div align="center">And a cherry? </div><div align="center">And some chocolate drizzle? </div><div align="center">Yeah, the chocolate works EVERY time! :)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-90231145611297434162009-10-06T08:48:00.000-05:002009-10-08T10:52:14.381-05:00Major Brain Fart<div align="center">Ok, well, ummmm, ya see... I got a tooth pulled on Monday and it seems that a tad bit of my brain might have been in that tooth. (Or maybe it's just the Hydrocodone? Yeah, probably. But still) I can't remember much of anything right now. I can't remember what awesome posts I had planned. I can't remember where I put my list of ideas of said awesome posts. I can't remember if I really got out of bed this morning or if I'm still dreaming. :P Either way, I'll just keep on rambling :) hehe<br /><br />I do, however, remember having a majorly weird dream last night under the influence of a few "sleepy" pills. It was something along of the lines of *deep breath & speed talking* being at a VA Hospital/Airport waiting for Jonathan, my little brother (yes I said little! You can do something about it when you get here in December! Till then, Little Brother...) and a doomsday kinda Lord of the Rings style, end of the world but still beautiful earth, about to start the fight to the end after we finally got to the place where the rest of the "world" has made up a hidden camp. *deep inhale/exhale* The dream also involved my cousins. So yeah, weird!<br /><br />Currently the only new thing I can seem to think of, while trying to eat Cream of Wheat and oatmeal like a 5 month old is, "Don't make as big of a mess as Jude! Don't make as big of a mess as Jude! You are 29 yrs old, damn it!" *wipes mouth thoroughly after every bite while Momma laughs at me* Yup, my Momma is laughing at me! I mean I thought they were supposed to be all understanding and the ones to never laugh in your face? She did that another time. Promised not to laugh at my 7th Grade year book pic, but she LAUGHED and LAUGHED! That shit scarred me for life! *sobbing uncontrollably* *gaining control 30 min later* Anyway...<br /><br />OH! OH! I remember that the post was gonna be something about Mr Jasper Hale, ok I lied more about Jackson Rathbone... *drool* (sorry there goes the numbs it meds, yeah right). Now I do NOT remember if there was something of substance that i really had planned, so until I do remember (or care), I will give you a little eye candy and you can see why I think he is the most lick-a-licious of the Twilight actors! OH? I haven't said he's my fav before now? Well, um, all you Robsessed fans need to quit reading for now and come back later. And put away your pitchforks! I do not go chasing after you w/ mine when you bad mouth my Jacksper. Without further ado:<br /><br />Ok, so until I get the video up, here's some pics to enjoy :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOl5DRb8Cqlh-wzQXSEiYs4QyrxR3NuSnvSkg8_jxgsVlrB0UIk2MB1hlc3az9UrMtZ3yPjf12liXLzGWA3vUIuyEZasNsfVoSEckXSrHjxKdtDINFMnaQIN22-Jg4VPyd5GlpJf0JfQ/s1600-h/jackson+rathbone+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390255149456840114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOl5DRb8Cqlh-wzQXSEiYs4QyrxR3NuSnvSkg8_jxgsVlrB0UIk2MB1hlc3az9UrMtZ3yPjf12liXLzGWA3vUIuyEZasNsfVoSEckXSrHjxKdtDINFMnaQIN22-Jg4VPyd5GlpJf0JfQ/s320/jackson+rathbone+5.jpg" border="0" /></a> I could help him bite that lip.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJvSpSPytf8RO-ecr0aHd2I6hl4h2kngW7dOly4APmpGUeX57jWKUaNykgXMiq23eyAcURR6O4jwr9rPBxI0loMG2RQGkXa9BqF3ukAKnettYmbcsxYr6Ob3Qd-aYNsSc-TFRB8-nX1U/s1600-h/jackson+rathbone+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390255137747466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJvSpSPytf8RO-ecr0aHd2I6hl4h2kngW7dOly4APmpGUeX57jWKUaNykgXMiq23eyAcURR6O4jwr9rPBxI0loMG2RQGkXa9BqF3ukAKnettYmbcsxYr6Ob3Qd-aYNsSc-TFRB8-nX1U/s320/jackson+rathbone+4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Love that smile :)<br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXl2sWElUiyT4efLbeivuBNOF6yhsdIbv5ygs-nVRVH-npmKaLrpbViAKiU5JP8n0tgArKRbRilnn7f0FIt02K2w9QxNFaWH27vHqtHbZMOIKvAcSSLS4Pnf0HMzaf1oWZGVsPwky-3To/s1600-h/jackson+rathbone+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390255136489205538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXl2sWElUiyT4efLbeivuBNOF6yhsdIbv5ygs-nVRVH-npmKaLrpbViAKiU5JP8n0tgArKRbRilnn7f0FIt02K2w9QxNFaWH27vHqtHbZMOIKvAcSSLS4Pnf0HMzaf1oWZGVsPwky-3To/s320/jackson+rathbone+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yummy sexiness...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6CgBuK4YtpFNbNFjLFWLEsd_XH5dFVJkP3nib9IAwztl9vS8OXKtvWwH5CT2z0IeqPWkGxgDhTXRYhr3HQnUbuVbSTuEuqu4QlfIEw_K9SY4S1Y7BUKOCnScHb5ej3qjnplYMmdwlkA/s1600-h/jackson+rathbone+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390255126828901490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6CgBuK4YtpFNbNFjLFWLEsd_XH5dFVJkP3nib9IAwztl9vS8OXKtvWwH5CT2z0IeqPWkGxgDhTXRYhr3HQnUbuVbSTuEuqu4QlfIEw_K9SY4S1Y7BUKOCnScHb5ej3qjnplYMmdwlkA/s320/jackson+rathbone+1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Uhhhhhhhh........ *thud*<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gymqC9OtE5Cgh6toXuvkZ9TdBpNCFdkpvrOKoN3kkh8LjFuWLbm2rMIgSrbdDb3TGqGdIscFBLZp69cjv7v5DSlkiMjePYc2kYQ1aEhmPjkinPOGJPgK2Ml1slwEA4F9ZvQtW2srWqs/s1600-h/jackson+crooked+grin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390255119446772530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gymqC9OtE5Cgh6toXuvkZ9TdBpNCFdkpvrOKoN3kkh8LjFuWLbm2rMIgSrbdDb3TGqGdIscFBLZp69cjv7v5DSlkiMjePYc2kYQ1aEhmPjkinPOGJPgK2Ml1slwEA4F9ZvQtW2srWqs/s320/jackson+crooked+grin.jpg" border="0" /></a>There's that crooked grin *panties ran away*</div><div>Let them run! Who needs 'em anyway? ;)</div></div></div><br /></div>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-80385134228922138032009-10-02T23:58:00.003-05:002009-10-23T23:52:31.716-05:00My Official Introduction<div align="center">Ok, first off...<br /></div><div align="center"><br />HI! *waves* Welcome to my blog. *points to self* I'm SBGDGT.<br />Ok, if you must know SBGDGT is short for<br />Shirley Blondie George Doo Goober Temple.<br />Too much? Yeah, let's just stick w/ SBGDGT :) </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And you are? *shakes hand* Nice to meet you!<br /><br />Now that the formalities are out of the way, I can begin.</div><div align="center"><br /><br />Me in short: I love my 3 babies, I love football, more specifically, the Dallas Cowboys and the Texas Tech Red Raiders. *<em>whispers</em>* I even enjoy Texas Longhorns just as long as they aren't playing against my Raiders! But, shhhh... Don't tell! *<em>done whispering</em>* I believe in evolution and hate narrow-minded people. I love to have fun w/ my friends. I am one of the guys, but I am still a girl and like girly things! Lol :) I love girly drinks and shots (liquor only, no beer), but especially Crown Royal straight up or with a splash of coke, girly movies, shopping, and talking. CM Punk and Undertaker are my favorite wrestlers. I am a complete nerd for tetris-type games, card games (spades, poker, hearts, gin, canasta, etc...) and puzzles. I am a little obsessive/compulsive especially when it comes to numbers. I can talk and ramble on and on w/ the best. Good luck gettin' me to shut up! :) I also enjoy a good conversation on controversial topics. (i.e. religion, evolution, south park, family guy, and men bashing)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>EDIT:</strong></span> I cannot believe that I forgot one of the biggest parts of my life... I am a TOTAL band nerd! Like All-State, Orchestra, all the Area band directors knew my name kind of nerd. I play the piano fairly decently. I'm a self taught flutist. I can play the trumpet. But above all that, I play the French Horn and I LOVE it! I wish I owned one so I could play more. Those suckers are expensive! :p Anyway, there, I had to add this little tidbit in :)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Down to the point of this blog, my random obsessions. Yes, I have MAJOR bouts of obsessions. Most of the time it is music or a movie. Here's a list of the most recent obsessions:</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391032339584882690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2EN1pouzEb0RPs-KeUp48GoCA0km-uyuGoADuh7vZEiblVLcmjYrF2vlCk7DEuQxM5VRTxK22BY0tiFXaM37_jfGm2hsv8yWGp6zGiFYyHdyQnNtaRkdpdZnfsZkQqt0TmeIzyIyVvA/s400/CM+Punk+wrestling+gear.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">CM Punk<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388235804924112962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJktF62YOBBreGOJ3bU8XHbH6o7_TyDZUQVSswwTJGoysOtquTUZZBu53uN7f5opknYBOfe5wWIW8eF9Xux7s8lbirZBj0t1qYINZ1E9EMywIRqHiJxEcaO8lSW-W5RWl1QDLq4UGWj4/s320/sweeney+todd.jpg" border="0" />Sweeney Todd (the movie, and soundtrack). </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388238844536037570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykn5p70zAv6jlKRG4KGGa1dne_tL8zSHl1ekJItRVAajfYus0TMUQVq64QZGZVvC4W1UImOJI4UwldARH3k55NG5zV9xzeR6mHp2s1JwPNK6-zdwTpKFeOuDrddh35WYfdLv2QA_hZC8/s200/mamma_mia_10.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Mamma Mia. </p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388240700565758754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggS1k0t6L43oEQ_jQK5L9_DV3SgKAiO_Ym8rtnAmttH3yBD7-gI92C5YtCDpsej_maBgzLvKKP25jwyA_lNmn4P9mPR0Ojhy08yfTTxs_OOmkxY2DO_PfjNsgOkjwEU0MSE8of-ST0zWw/s200/halestorm.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Halestorm.<br /><br /><br /></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388239830877251346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU7Ehn4NCy8VJXCFH9HTaHDTFiGu-jAuBoPnHcf-KnxIoA7dwA1a3bds1kMW48b5UQZuuRxWmEADKyHFQLBsrI66mhOlz6QDmFligoGgNy1ryKDX1IMbLR2CvO3lfrLQbeiHberps0ePU/s400/repo+collage.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center">Repo! The Genetic Opera.<br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388238848317166066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM-AC1hW64fAT7beEvpJh7mA-5Z2peAyYeX6qg7Pft3rVOOa-ZB3nRptRpAJJnwPNdENP_SHR8xAw3ZCEwGKICdCRj_Z33OSoYZTxT9-CrIB9DSm5g3GIS94rYjc84TY1Xe3jPnryD9Q/s200/phantom+opera+movie+poster.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center">Phantom of The Opera (love me some Gerard Butler)<br /><br /><br /><br />And finally, the most important obsession to date:<br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388241307382139970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4Jc3TUjT3Vd8BhfEffEHPDdtY77qEpfgwAl1kpVAU2wVt5J4vFhSkJg_FZ8H96c-V7Oo7YmWFNFywqt4kjnq_OscoGorcqk5F9F-jap80ToKPpSXlvaXfFHgQ62uWHyWcWbdhfg2DzI/s400/twilight+books.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">TWILIGHT!!!!<br /><br />Yes, it is true. I LOVE the Twilight Series, through and through!<br />Now that you all know, please, go and judge me. I don't care!! Edward still loves me! More than he loves Bella! I promise! He told me :)<br /><br />I admit, the movie Twilight was a little, tinsy, tiny (A LOT), cheesy, but come on now, the story was great! To find such a love... *<em>sigh</em>* *<em>dreaming</em>*<br /><br />After I read my books 3 times each. And was almost done w/ Eclipse for the 4th time, I found this wonderful blog, <a href="http://supersecrettwilightblog.blogspot.com/">Super Secret Twilight Blog</a>. I loved it! Another woman, almost 30, a mom, a HUGE twilight fan, and she (not me) is a little Robsessed. I might not think he's all that hot, but DAMN she has some good pics of him! Anyway, on said blog, I was introduced to FanFic. What is FanFic? Ok, it is all the wondermus stories that have expanded on or completely turned the Twilight universe upside down. Ya know, we all wanna know about E and B gettin' it on during their honeymoon or what happens next. Well, these wonderful writers of FanFic took it upon themselves to fill in these gaps and/or continue the story.<br /><br /><a href="http://http://www.blogger.com/profile/08405824955821316661">Mrs Cutie </a>got me hooked by reading <a href="http://angstgoddess003.livejournal.com/tag/wide+awake">WIDE AWAKE</a>. WOW! What a way to jump into FanFic! I relate it to jumping into the deep end of a non-heated pool. First instinct is to get out as soon as possible! But once you are in there for a minute and your body has adjusted it's all good! FanFic- First step in you are so lost and confused and these people are all jumbled up and everywhere you look, EVERYTHING is wrong! You start to panic, your breathing is erratic, your heart rate quickens, but slowly your brain wraps around the story, and you are alright. You can lazily float along and enjoy the ride. *<em>sigh of relief</em>*<br /><br />With that said, here's fair warning:<br />Most things on this blog will probably be of the Twilight subject. It is by far my biggest obsession of them all. I will warn ahead of time for any possible movie spoilers and will link to anything that might also be spoilerish b/c I know that there are a lot of you Born Again Twilight Virgins. *<em>waves at you guys</em>*<br /><br />I think this is long enough for now. I have a few things in the works and as of right now they are ALL about Twilight! Hehe :) I must go contribute to a wonderful discussion of the New Moon book over at <a href="http://thedangermagnet.com/">The Danger Magnet</a>. They have timed the end of the discussion to coincide with the movie release! *<em>giggles</em>* (which I am super stoked about too! It looks a lot better than the first.)<br /><br />Bye *<em>waves over shoulder</em>* </p>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139699305078716732.post-35837521909565032662009-10-02T23:12:00.000-05:002009-10-02T23:52:34.284-05:00My 1st Random Question<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This first entry is gonna be short and to the point. I'll introduce myself next.<br /><br /><br />When I made my profile, there was a Random Question blank. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here was my first question:</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<em>The children are waiting! </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig</em>" </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><br />My first reaction, "YEA! A story!" I wrote my story and hit save. </div><div align="center">What did I get in return? Something along the lines </div><div align="center">of it has to be less than 400 words.<br />*BOO! HISS!*<br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WTF</span>? How DARE they ask such a question then put a limit. :(<br />So I decided right then and there I would start my blog </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and my first post would be my story.<br /><br />Without further ado, I give you the story of:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#336666;">The Bald Frog With The Wig<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Once upon a time, there was a bald frog prince. He was so bald (How bald was he?) He was so bald that the sun AND the even moon reflected so brightly off his head that any princess who got too close was blinded! The frog was sitting by a rock crying when he heard a girl ask why he was crying. Shocked b/c she didn't run and hide, the frog asked, "How can you see since you are so close to me?" She told him she was blind and then he told her about how he just wanted to be kissed by a princess and turned back into a prince but it looked damn near impossible b/c of his condition and that was why he was crying. The blind girl, determined to help, made the bald frog a wig out of dandelion petals. He was thrilled! Not only was he a handsome frog prince, but now he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BLOND</span>! Not five minutes later, a beautiful princess saw him and waved him over to her while batting her eyes. Ecstatic, he thanked the blind girl and hopped over to the princess... *<strong><em>squish</em></strong>* Oops! He shouldn't have crossed the road! </span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#336666;">Didn't he ever play <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Frogger</span>!?</span><br /><br /><br />The End<br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HAHAHAHA</span>! I heard that! Yes, I do amuse myself.<br /><br />Now, what do you think of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">loverly</span> story? Please do tell!<br />Go! Now! Sign up and tell me :)<br />*hands <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">clasped</span> begging*<br />(yes that makes it difficult to type <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">BTW</span>)</span></div>SBGDGThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07761558073109908372noreply@blogger.com2