Thursday, February 15, 2007

Freedom - I won't let you down.....

***UPDATED TO ADD***

Thank GAWD. I was gonna miss the big chin.

Every time I try to put the SPF icon dealio on here, it fucks shit up, so just act like you see it, mmmkay?

So Kristine's theme this week is "freedom." That can be taken so many different ways. I actually sat and thought about this and tried to capture the many things that, to me, mean freedom.

This lovely machine not only tells time but allows me to watch what I want, when I want. I seriously do not know HOW the hell I existed before DVR entered my life. I heart him. I wanna be his baby mama.

These keys allow me to hit the road when I need some peace. My house is not nearly as full of some of y'all's, but living with one's mother under the same roof is enough to drive even the most sane (which does not describe me even on my best day) person to distraction. So I grab these, hop in my car and GO. There, I am my own DJ, listen to my tunes from high school that I refuse to let go of and sing loud and off key. What is better?

OK, so I know this looks like a torture device, but it's not. This thing allows me to take care of myself even when it is cold as a muthah out there. And I can do it all while watching Tony Soprano pop a cap in someone. Good times.

Ahhhhhh, and the best thing. This lovely machine gives me the freedom to shop from home, keep in touch with fam, do my banking, pay bills, keep up to date on national and international news without listening to annoying local newscaster drivel. I also discovered the joys and blogging and now have a place to vent, say my peace, meet some cool bitches and show off my disgustingly cute pets.

So that's it. Freedom in a nutshell for me.

In other news, Grey's Anatomy. Holy HELL. All I'm sayin.

So tomorrow is February 16, 2007. One year ago, I lost this man:

Man, can you deal with how friggin cute he is? I miss this tiny Flip every day. I use a laminated card with his obituary on it as my bookmark and I say hi to him almost every day. I encountered a lot of.....let's call it....adversity when me and the hubs got together. FIL was the first person to make me feel like family. He gave me a chance. He allowed me a shot and got to know me. He was stubborn. Set in his ways. ALWAYS thought he was right. But he sure did love his son. And he sure did trek several hundred miles to Destin all because I had my heart set on getting married at the beach. He also was smart enough to realize that if things unfolded in the way he figured they would that my hubs would never get what he had coming to him. So he made it possible for hubs to get what he rightfully deserved and made it possible for us to get this house. His sister (Aunt Regina - AKA one of the aforementioned "hens") is the one who made me consider giving RCIA a try and she will be my godmother in a few short weeks. His brothers and sisters have been nothing short of fantastic to me. Grateful does not begin to describe how that makes me feel. It makes my heart ache that he will never know our children, but I will make damn sure they know him. When my kid's hair stands up on end and he sings karaoke off key and makes up words that make no sense to songs and orders odd shit in restaurants like rice with mayo on top (not kidding) and shuffles around the house with his shoes collapsed in the back, I will immediately grab my kid and say "You know you got that from your Paw Paw Vincent, right?" I miss you, old man. More than you would have ever imagined. So so so blessed to have been a part of your life and a part of your family.

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Elizabeth at 10:02 PM

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

SPF - My buddy

Kristine is having a bad day because the cute baby left her high and dry. So she wants to see our buddy. Funnily enough, one of the Pooper's nickname besides, well, Pooper, is Buddy or Bud. He responds to pretty much whatever. Provided I have food in my hand at the time. So here he is - in all his glory.

I really really really love my daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy.

Um, I'm napping here....leave me be.

'Allo, mama!

Can I have a tater? Piece of meat? SOMETHING?

Me and my buddy - taking a little lay down during the games this last Sunday.

Happy SPF and go show Kristine some love since she is a sad girl today.

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Elizabeth at 8:41 PM

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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Stuff Portait Friday from the Land of Snow and Cheese

***EDITED TO ADD*** Apparently, it is, yet again, De-Lurking week, so send this bitch some love, okay? Especially if you have never said hi before and yet read. I get over 70 hits a day, so I know y'all are out there. Damn it. Say hi. Don't make me stab you in the neck. Now read my SPF.***

Yeah, you bitches know I love me some TKW (the girl just ain't right) so I am getting off my ass and doing me some SPF. Now shut it and sit down. Mama got her some mad PMS.

The SPF hijacker wants to see the following:

-A houseplant.
-Something we bitch about, but secretly love.
-Something gross

This plant was from my FIL's funeral. If y'all bitches really knew me, you would know it is nothing short of a miracle that it is still living. I have another one on top of my fridge too. Trips me right out.

Oh man, this shithead here. I love this dog. I really do. But sometimes, I could seriously take his head and squash it like a zit. He looks so stoned here. Don't tell Carrie.

Oh Brit. You bleached blonde train wreck you. This poor thing has truly become gross. I really think it might be too late for her.

Well, let me know if you played. I'll try to swing on by, bitches.

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Elizabeth at 11:34 PM

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Thursday, December 28, 2006

SPF - Bye bye 2006

Well, I am finally getting my shit together to do SPF for the last one of 2006. I have been a slack ass SPFer so I beg Kristine's forgiveness. Now get the fuck out of the closet.

Something that will NOT be in my house come 2007. Fucking candy. I was going to take a picture of my ever expanding ass, but this is the reason behind the....well....behind, so there you have it. If the shit is in the house, I eat it. You do the math.

Something random and odd. This is a little plaque that sits right next to my front door. I try to remember this saying every day.

Seven of something. I love these wine glasses. My MIL gave them to me on the birthday that was the day before Katrina the Whore came. They match my kitchen and look fabby if I do say so myself.

So, come on, Kristine is a cool chick so do this one last SPF for 2006 and make a HAB happy. And let me know if you played.

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Elizabeth at 10:49 PM

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Thursday, November 16, 2006

SPF - in honor of the Blog of the Month, Missing JT Snow

That chick over in CA wants us to do the following in honor of National Epilepsy Month for SPF:

-something we seize
-something that shakes
-something purple.

This is something I seized. Well, I seized control really. Of our finances. This bill organizer used to be such a source of stress for me. I take care of the finances in our home and seriously we played check roulette and did the "please for the love of GOD, don't let that bill clear just yet" game many a time. Well, several months back, the hubs and I took one of several steps to make sure that never happens again. I can't even begin to say what a relief that is.

This is what shakes. No, not the big J. My faith. As most of you know, I started taking RCIA classes a few months back in an attempt to find out where I belong. I don't talk too much about it here lately, but I am happy to say that I think I found my place. My classes are teaching me a lot and lately my faith is stronger now than it has been in a long while. I truly believe that I am making it through this trying time with my Dad's illness because of my belief that regardless of what happens, I have a soft place to land. It does NOT make it any easier though.

Something purple. My really cool suede bag. I bought this while evacuated 2 or 3 years ago in Houston. I got it on sale and instantly fell in love. Now if I ever evacuate to Houston again, I am so looking up the Houston Blogging Bitches to shop with!!!!

So did you play?

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Elizabeth at 10:05 PM

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Friday, November 03, 2006

SPF - Clint style

Kristine is once again taking pity on a bitch and doing a super easy SPF. So here you go. She wants the good, the bad and the ugly.

Lookah my boy. He is at his happiest when he can run like a loon and be dirty. Much like my husband.

The bad. Oh son. He tore up a toy that we seriously thought would last forever. The legs of this stuffed horse were freaking braided rope. No match for this bad ass.

The ugly. Gas prices in southern Cal this past Spring. Thank the LAWD they have come down. I pay less than 2 bucks now. Booooyah!

Let me know if you played, bitches.

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Elizabeth at 9:46 AM

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Thursday, October 26, 2006

SPF - Squoooooooshy stuff

Kristine, the HAB, the RAIDERS FAN, is too busy over there feeling herself up so she gave us a super easy SPF. I am actually playing tonight because I love nothing more than to give a Raiders fan some shit. She wants to see:
-Our potholders
-Our pumpkins
-Something pink

Here goes nuthin....

My fall potholder. Yes, I have a fall potholder. That sound you hear? That's Kami making fun of me.

The potholds that do the actual work. And yes, they are holiday related. Shut. UP.

My pumpkins. They do light up and look all scary and stuff. However, it's daytime. I have not gotten a pumpkin to carve yet. That's tomorrow, bitches.

This is my something pink. No, not Reba herself. Her tiny, cute little button nose. The rest of her grew, she got less red, the gunk cleared out of her eyes (she had constant eye infections as a wee kitten), she no longer pees on me while I sleep, but her tiny pink nose never changed. I loves me some her.

Now, go tell the HAB is you played. Oh, and Kristine, I know Ben took a shot to the head. Again. I know Hines Ward is dropping passes right and left. I know Polamalu has not been heard from NEARLY like he should. I know Willie Parker insists on running up the middle despite the fact he runs into a wall of a defensive line every damn time. I KNOW ALL THIS.

We will still beat y'all.

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Elizabeth at 11:16 PM

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