tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163896932024-03-21T14:19:30.436-05:00Ms All-InMy thoughts on just about anything perhaps everythingMs All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-35216988856987986372011-01-27T21:50:00.001-05:002011-01-27T21:51:18.790-05:00wbcoop<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><div style="height:125px;width:100%;"><a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/"><img src="http://www.pokerstars.com/images/wbcoop/125x125.gif" alt="Online Poker" align="left" style="margin-right:10px;" border="0" /></a><p>I have registered to play in the PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker! 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Without my peeps....life wouldn't be as fun or interesting or special. The first connection in my life is my hubby...He is my best friend. Although he may not want me to publish this ...(too bad)..he has such a tender soul. He is kind and generous to others. God blessed him with the ability to forgive....more easily than I can. I admire his conviction and his work ethic. We aren't millionaires but we aren't poor either. He strives to obtain all he can to provide a great life for us but not at the expense of others. Most people in this world do not consider others before thinking of themselves first but he is an exception. Although our personalities are very different in many ways...it works well for us. Second <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">important</span> connection / blessing is my girls. I pray God will guide me to mold them in a positive and loving way. They are my legacy and mark on the world. It is important to me to do a great job in providing them with a sense of self worth they can be proud of. My girls are loving, expressive, full of life, and bring me and others a lot of joy. Third connection in my life is my family and friends. My mother and father are always available to listen to me. They want to hear my joys and my concerns. They make time for me even when it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inconvenient</span> to them. I notice as they grow older and the economy takes its toll on them that they still try to find small ways to connect. I'm so proud of the way they raised me and the value system they taught me. I can also give them credit for my outgoing personality. Yes, I'll admit I'm a little in your face at times but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> genuine and my heart is in the right place. That may be the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Yankee</span>" in me...who knows?! My dearest friends know who they are. They are the ones I call to share a happy moment or when I need a shoulder to cry on. They are a support and love in my life. They are few in number but bountiful in all areas that matter. Ironically the most important connection in my life I saved for last and one that I have been neglecting.... My relationship with God has been stagnent so I have decided to do something about it. I am rebuilding something I find comfort and joy in....like an old project that needs to be finished... I'm not proud that I have neglected my connection with God but very happy He is so forgiving and non-judgemental. He is a friend for life that won't ever get upset with me...even when I don't return his call, e-mail, text, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span>, or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">skype</span>. It is a connection I want to rebuild.<br /><br />Do you want to reconnect with someone in your life? It may not be as profound as mine but reconnection is important and can start in small ways. True friends and loving family will welcome a reconnection with an open heart. The world today is so concerned with money and obtaining things... that it becomes so easy to forget it still takes people to make money and things happen. The connection gets lost. Where are the simple days of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">chillin' out</span>, picnics, or genuinely asking how someone is doing because you really want to know and not because it is something to say. <br /><br />Next time you ask "how is it going?" take just a moment to think.......are you just asking to be polite or are you truly interested in finding out about their life. Try taking a moment to ask that same question to someone you really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">want</span> to know about....how long did the conversation last? ... Did you ask any more questions or share anything about yourself? <br /><br />Getting to know someone and connecting on a deeper level is so much more rewarding. And they get to know more about you too.....it's one of life's greatest joys.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-54050547735600996912008-12-17T22:12:00.000-05:002008-12-17T22:13:06.669-05:00Guess What?!<div style="height:140px;width:100%;"><a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/"><img src="http://www.pokerstars.com/images/wbcoop/WBCOOP_banner2.gif" alt="Online Poker" align="left" style="margin-right:10px;" border="0" /></a><p>I have registered to play in the <a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/">PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker</a>!</p><p>The WBCOOP is an online <a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/">Poker</a> tournament open to all Bloggers.</p><p>Registration code:<br />document.write(paramCode)<br />313421</p></div>Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-57223211524561991322008-09-07T11:15:00.002-05:002008-09-07T11:47:10.961-05:00Goddesses Rule<span style="font-family:georgia;">OK so I am a quarterly blogger now . I am not sure how it happened but it has. I have put more effort into things around me and this blog has suffered....which not too many people loose anything over. I started this blog 3 years ago as a method of therapy. Guess I need it more times than others. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have to admit at times I wish I had a typical 9-5 kind of job. A place where I was like everyone else and could blend in the crowd when I wanted to ....goof off on the job or at least put minimal effort into what I needed to get done. To my surprise for the past 9 years I have loved being a domestic goddess. (like that better than stay at home mom, since i am hardly ever at home). I wasn't so sure I'd like this domestic goddess thing when I first started out. I mean when you graduate high school and college, it is all about what a person does for a living that seems to establish a persons worth to the outside world. Think about how many times you meet someone and they ask you what you do for a living? That is a loaded question and how you respond can be crucial to the first impression you give a person. It is what it is....we judge others based on their jobs, at least at first. So for the longest time I mumbled stay at home mom, not because I didn't like to position but because where I grew up staying at home and not having a career meant you were inadequate in some way or some kind of loser. What I have come to realize, which I knew all along, is that those people are way off. My mind is stimulated in some many different areas and ways that a typical 9-5 job couldn't come close to touching. I deal with all kinds of crap on any giving day. I wake up not knowing what my job is going to hand me and yet I get it done. All domestic goddesses do.....we live in the moment....sure we can plan for things but those plans change by the hour. I have been able to focus on my family, work when I want to, and enjoy the luxuries that life has to offer. Isn't that what life is about. Who made up the rule that "we" get soft by working at home instead of punching a normal time clock. I have gone on more vacations and getaway then I ever could have had I had a boss to answer to. All this retrospective therapy helps me to realize one thing as my birthday draws near (next weekend). Thank you to my old boss at LPT. Thank you for laying me off 1 week after my honeymoon. You gave me the best present ever, my life back. I am young, healthy, attractive (if i say so myself), and damn happy with the where my life is and the outlook for the future. I wouldn't trade one thing because if I did I doubt I'd be where I am today or have the wonderful family I do. Thank you to the wonderful man I married. We have so much fun together. Marrying my best friend was the smartest thing I ever did. You keep me young and sexy....I love you. Thank you for the best birthday present ever.....You Rock, babe!</span><br /><br />To all my friends and family - Thanks for being there for me when I need you, and for being a part of my life. You all have a special place in my life.<br /><br />OK...done with all the sappy stuff....my birthday does that to me!Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-15901454297732240262008-06-20T10:49:00.003-05:002008-06-20T11:11:54.070-05:00What is going on?For the past 6 months, I thought why bother. So much has gone on and continues to explode for me that there isn't enough time in my day to blog about anything. The poker playing has been void for some time. Not because I don't want to but due to time restrictions. By the time I get most things done it is 10pm before I get to sit down on any given day. <br /><br />Instead of taking a trip down memory lane for the past six months I will pick up with a more recent activity. Last weekend was Father's Day, we made a trip to my brother-in-law's lake, got a hotel room, and had a blast. The girls love going to a hotel....I am not sure why children find it so alluring to sleep in a bed thousands have slept before them but they do. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">A few highlights:</span><br /><br /><ol><li>My youngest princess slide off a slide into the cool lake water, rode the jet ski at 68 mph, and jumped off the side of a second story house boat without any fear......I think if memory is correct her words were: Let's do it again.....come on mom..you try it...... something like that.</li><li>The older princess could not be bribed to do any of that. She was happy just swimming and floating.</li><li>A storm came by for only about 20 minutes....enough to wash off the boat and cool things down. Felt great.</li><li>Hallmark made thousands in revenue from all the cards we purchased.</li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TheMark</span> donated a bracelet to the lake gods.....treasure diving anyone.</li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jax</span>, our family <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">malti</span>-poo, had an accident on a large flotation devices...not funny</li><li>Waking up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sunday</span> morning to make "Daddy" breakfast in bed, (sausage biscuit from continental breakfast bar), and opening several presents.</li><li>Enjoyed the best blended drinks, ever....favorites were the M<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ojito</span> and S<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">trawberry</span>-banana....thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Scott</span>, you need to tell us your secret...</li><li>Spending time with family and some friends is always the best for me. It is in these moments that memories are made and we truly can get to love and appreciate each other. </li></ol><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Good Times...........Good Times</span></p>Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-4810911684408266242007-12-26T09:16:00.000-05:002007-12-26T09:38:53.236-05:00Christmas CheerFor the past couple of months life has been on fast forward. There have been more family obligations, and more child activities than I can ever remember. This explains why Christmas Eve I fell ill to a horrible, hideous, migraine. I have had to plan each day for just about a month to get all my responsibilities complete. This my be routine behavior for some but one of the rewards of working from my home is a flexible schedule, one that I haven't seen since summer. Anyway, Christmas Eve Day started great. The Mark took the princesses out for a few hours so I could gather presents and clean up for Santa. I rushed around and completed most of what I needed to but in the process forgot to eat anything. Bad Move. I knew the instant my headache began. I immediately made a hamburger and took about 4 aspirin. I knew that would take care of it. By the time I was ready to leave for church service, I had a full blown migraine. The Mark was already waiting for us to meet him at the church so there wasn't any going back now. I popped a prescription pill from my doctor for my migraines and thought I would be good very soon. That unfortunately didn't work either. It wasn't until after we had stopped to eat at Outback and I ate one of the most awesome steaks, ever (I usually don't say that about Outback), that my migraine had finally subsided to a mere headache. I needed that. How would I have ever made it through the night with a migraine. Once home and princesses in bed, I began wrapping and wrapping and wrapping, until 3AM. Then The Mark came out and set some things up for us. This is our routine. It happens every year. No matter how much I try to plan otherwise or prepare myself it doesn't change. When the older princess woke Christmas morning (8am), it was all worth it. Like every child her face lit with joy over all the presents she saw under the tree. She came running to wake us up and a blizzard of tissue paper, boxes, and wrapping paper fell from the sky. What a sight.<br /><br />Christmas is a glorious time of year. It is so magical. It is also a time when I am most grateful for the wonderful things I have been blessed with. I have been blessed with an amazing husband, delightful children, caring family and friends, all of whom I couldn't my life being the same without them in it. You all are gifted people whom i will always treasure for having know you. <br /><br /><br /><br />OK Enough of the sentimental stuff. The New Years Bash is still on call The Mark or myself for more details..... We would love to have ALL of friends and family with us.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-52496674078089996192007-12-16T20:31:00.001-05:002007-12-16T20:33:57.346-05:00Come one Come AllThis has become a monthly blog for me. Thank you to my loyal and extremely patient readers.<br /><br />We are throwing a New Year's Eve Bash. We want to spend this night with our family and friends. We are renting a place, having food, entertainment, and guarantee a fun time for all that can come. Get in touch with me for more details.<br /><br />hope to see you there.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-12507638180107467892007-11-16T10:08:00.000-05:002007-11-16T10:40:33.773-05:00PrayersI am back and had a blast. More to come on the Nashville trip but first I need to ask my fellow readers to please pray for a very close family friend of mine. <br /><br />I haven't talked to much about my faith on this blog. Not because I don't have any but because this is mostly used for random facts that don't have much meaning but today is different. <br /><br />A person I grew up with, my parents best friend, someone I consider an uncle, has been fighting prostate cancer with some success, until recently. He went to the hospital for a standard MRI to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">determine</span> how the treatment had been going. After returning home from the MRI, his legs felt numb and he decided to return to the hospital to have it checked out. Once he did, the doctors gave him some very disappointing news. The cancer has spread to his spine. In addition to prostate cancer, he now has two additional tumors. One located in the front of his spine and the other behind the spine. This has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">paralyzed</span> him from the waist down with the exception slight movement in his toes. The doctors are not confident a surgery can be done at this time considering the placement of the tumors. If they decide to operate there is a strong chance the cancer with spread. Something with the oxygen after hitting the open wound/tumor, magnifies they chance of further spreading throughout his body. <br /><br />I am asking you to please pray for him, his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wonderful</span> wife, his three grown children, and for his amazing grandchildren. They are kind and generous people that are in need of the Lord's hand.<br />There may be some of you that are not of a faithful nature and I ask you to please use my faith and read this pray out loud:<br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Lord, please place your healing hands on this precious man. Remove the horrible toxins from his body and restore him to a condition so he will be able to live, love, and engage with the family and friends that love him so much. Give him the strength to endure the fight that lies ahead of him and extend the same to his family. Amen.</em></strong><br /><br /><br />I want to thank you for reading this today. Please revisit as many times as you can. My uncle and his family are in need of your support and prayer.<br /><br />Thank you for your time and prayers.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-50793186420888351592007-11-09T18:48:00.001-05:002007-11-09T18:50:49.564-05:00Out of TownI am so excited. I will be traveling to Nashville to see my favorite football team, Titans, play<br />J-ville. I have a sister that lives there and she has two tickets that are on the 30 yard line and the tenth row. SWEET!<br /><br />I have been a Titans fan since its conception and before that an Oiler fan. The sad part is I don't get the chance to go to a lot of games so when this opportunity came up I was there. <br /><br />I will add more after arriving home Monday night...<br /><br />til then.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-78816556560863077282007-10-10T14:19:00.000-05:002007-10-10T15:57:43.349-05:00What's Happenin'So, I was feeling a bit guilty for neglecting my blog but as I can see I am not the only one that has had other things to tend too. Even the journalistic friends who post almost every day have been busy. I feel less guilty about it now for some reason. <br /><br />For the past month, wow, it has been that long...crazy, I jumped into PTA at the school and keeping up with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rug rats</span> at home. Not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">glamorous</span> but hey we all can't live like a rock star all the time.<br /><br />Being involved with my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rug rats</span> while they will still let me is a big deal to me. Although I hate being seen as the "soccer mom" / "house wife" image, no offense to the minivan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">drivin</span>' soccer moms....(i have several awesome friends that can stake a claim there) but I feel too young to be labeled as anything to be very honest with you. Back to topic, I have volunteered for several committees on the PTA, one of which was fun but very exhausting. Some may say why? I thought it was to help the school and partly to fill my day (good excuse not to clean the house) but mostly it is to see her face when she sees me involved at school. Her face lights up each time I visit her for lunch or pop in at recess. I know the days are approaching very soon when it will no longer be "cool" or accepted for me to pop in nor will she run and give me a hug. So, that is why I run around some weeks like a chicken with my head cut off so I can see how proud she is to have me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">there</span> with her. That is one of many pleasures of being at home with them and not working outside of the home. You parents are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">diggin</span>' what I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sayin</span>'. <br /><br />Last weekend we had a gathering of friends where some cards were flown around. I had a good time keeping up after it all. Some of us now have a "not-so secret" phrase that is said to grab <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">another's</span> attention when necessary (use with caution)...you know who you are and what I mean. Last person left around 4 AM. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">TheMark</span> was contributing to the "liquid diet" and converting anyone in sight. Some jumped on the train and most sat back and enjoyed the entertainment. I have become accustom to being the only female in the room but was excited to see I wasn't alone that night. Don't get me wrong.... I enjoy male company...had more guy friends than <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">girlfriends</span> growing up....but everyone likes a little change every now and again. To protect the innocent and the guilty I will refer to her as "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Drunky</span>". I am <strong>not</strong> insulting her by any means. She is a mother as well and was out to have a good time. I know the feeling ....we all do. Sometimes we all need a release. It was funny to experience "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Drunky</span>" in this way. It was kinda cool to see some one talk more than me and you could tell she was a person who spoke her mind. And she did. At one point in the evening she asked me: "Why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?" I wasn't sure what to say. I was wearing a ring that looked very much like a wedding band but happened not to be my wedding band. (when I am home I sometimes take it off, cleaning, dishes, etc...not comfortable) I replied with something, don't really remember what, but at that moment I knew that she would never take hers off. You can really learn <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">alot</span> about a person when they have had a bit too much to drink....it is like a truth serum. There were other things said, not really a big deal but very informative. It got me thinking. Everyone in the poker world knows that when "The Master" plays, he drinks. Hell, he probably drinks all the time when he isn't playing, who knows. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Regardless</span>... how much info. does he give away by doing so? I know when I have a few cocktails I am happier and feel a sense of release from stresses so am I easier to read? Do I concentrate less? (yes) can I read others? (probably not) So, why would I want to mix the two? (cause it is fun) I know I couldn't be profitable without being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">consistently</span> lucky playing under the influence so how can other people? Perhaps they are just that lucky, or they aren't really that intoxicated, or they are only that good when they are intoxicated....who knows...perhaps it just a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">cosmic</span> way for the card gods to keep us all in check. As long as it is good old fashion entertainment what more can we ask for.<br /><br />Better stop for now and do something....otherwise it will never get done.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-41663421341423902042007-10-03T16:01:00.000-05:002007-10-03T16:02:25.837-05:00Blogger Tourney at PS<div style="height:140px;width:100%;"><a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/"><img src="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/images/2007-1.gif" alt="Online Poker" width="127" height="127" align="left" style="margin-right:10px;" border="0" /></a><p>I have registered to play in the <a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/blog_tournament/">PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker</a>! </p><p>This <a href="http://www.pokerstars.com/">Online Poker</a> Tournament is a No Limit Texas Holdem event exclusive to Bloggers.</p></p><p>Registration code: 3756037</p></div>Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-39797850318302794312007-09-13T14:01:00.000-05:002007-09-13T14:22:44.641-05:00Today is the day!Why is it that a large majority of people don't like being reminded of the day they were born. I mean, it is really that bad. For the past few years I have thought pretty negatively about my birthday and I am not really sure why. I don't have much to complain about, sure I can always find something but overall life is good. So what's the big deal about getting older. I have realized that there isn't one. In the past couple of months I have been carded several times and most people don't think I look my age. It was starting to irritate me but then I realized that even though I may not get the respect initially, people who get to know me realize that there is a brain between my ears. So, lighten up about the age thing ....it's just a number. Besides, the most important thing is how I feel and what I do about it not what anyone else thinks about me. From now on am going to look forward to celebrating my birthday. What is so wrong with having one day a year being all about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yourself</span>. Everyone deserves at least that much. <br /><br />My New Law #1: On your birthday you should be praised by those who know you and be able to do whatever you want to do for that day. <br /><br />I plan to do just that. I want to have cake with my rug rats, eat dinner w/ the hubby, play some cards, have an after dinner beverage, and seal the evening with some adult <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lovin</span>'. That sounds just about right.<br /><br />Gotta go get ready for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">the</span> night. chow....Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-22689527034702218762007-08-30T07:26:00.000-05:002007-08-30T07:42:27.114-05:00Lost<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Ya, I have been lost. Lost in my own world. There has been so many things that have been filling my days that a recap would take too much time and be rather boring <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">soooooo</span> no recap. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My dad is recovering nicely from his gall bladder surgery. He will be under the knife again once <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">recovered</span> from this. It doesn't seem to end but we are oping this will be it for awhile. The oldest <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rug rat</span> started school and is adjusting. She isn't too sure about her teacher.....but I think she will be fine. The youngest starts up next week. Then I will have my days back again. I have slacked off on going to the gym. I was going strong when I had someone to meet me or make me accountable. I will give myself the holiday weekend off and start back up after that. I really enjoy going and more importantly how great I feel after I leave. I have more energy. It's great. So between PTA, running the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">rug rats</span>, chasing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">The Mark</span>, and fitting in a little time for myself, there isn't too much time left. I read about a G-Vegas game that got robbed. That crap is just crazy. To be honest, I didn't think it would have happened. I know the threat is there but here. I can't imagine what those people, some of them friends, were going through. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">think</span> I would have crapped my pants or just froze. They would have told me to do something and I would have been like a babbling idiot and not been able to do anything. Then they would have shot my ass. Crazy people. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">In mid Oct. we are planning to go camping with some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">friends</span> in NC. I am looking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">forward</span> to that. It was our first year last year and we had a ball. I have already bought a few surprises for the group to enjoy. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">rug rats</span> have a great time running <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">around</span> and once they are asleep in the tent, we get to enjoy some alone time. It really is a nice time. Anyone interested in going, let me know i will get you the info.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Not sure what we have planned for the holiday <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">weekend</span> coming up but I hope it doesn't involve too much. looking forward to some down time. Especially, since the old birthday is creeping it's ugly head. I only have a couple of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">weeks</span> before it hits me in the face...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ugg</span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">have a great labor day.....labor free!</span>Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-55413347170442731942007-07-31T06:39:00.000-05:002007-07-31T06:49:52.396-05:00Summer Lovin' its Happening so FastAnother month has gone by since posting and I can't believe how the time flew. This summer has been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rockin</span>'. We have been busy visiting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TheDepot</span> and having a blast with that. The youngest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rugrat</span> turned 4 last week and we had a party for her that included ice cream cupcakes and a face painter. All her friends were very pleased with getting full facial paintings. I am posting today from my sister's house in Jersey. Up here on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">vaca</span> with my family. My dad recently underwent gall bladder surgery. He also has to have two <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aneurysms</span> taken out in a few weeks after he heals from this surgery. On a lighter note, he is home and we are happy. It has been fun so far. On our drive up here went went through Gettysburg, PA & Hershey for some chocolate...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mmmm</span> love their chocolate. We are heading to A.C. today. I will watch over the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rugrats</span> while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">TheMark</span> gets some poker in. My nephew might come along and babysit in the room so I can get out for a bit. Perhaps poker or perhaps a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">drinky</span> at the bar. Either way I am happy. Later in the week we are hitting my sister's comedy club. Anyone interested in joining us....go to ... <a href="http://www.knuckleheadstomsriver.com/">www.knuckleheadstomsriver.com</a> . We will be going to the Friday show, would love to see you there.<br /><br />Anyway, gotta run. heading to the gym and to the nail lady for a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pedi</span> before hitting the beach.....see ya back in G-Vegas next week.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-63148222913763032172007-07-05T10:17:00.000-05:002007-07-05T11:09:46.659-05:00Happy Birthday, America!The honor of celebrating America's birthday fell into our lap six years ago. The Mark's parents always threw the party before that but one year for some reason we threw it and have kept it going ever since. We enjoy gathering with our friends for any reason so why not on the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> of July. Pretty soon I will have to have T-shirts made up for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">attendees</span> to wear. (Note to self: great idea for next year....t-shirts as the invitation)<br /><br />Unfortunately I have plunged into summer mode and temporarily fired the housekeeper. She was doing such a great job and then summer hit and she just slacked off. So, a week before our bash, I rehired her to get things organized. (housekeeper = me) I started with organizing my front office / living area. We have never really had a purpose for this room due to the long narrow dimensions so it has but the catch all room. I have always hated that since it is the first room you see when walking into the house. About 4 years ago, I asked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TheMark</span> to build me a Wall Bed. After <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">completion</span> we flanked it with a pair of bookcases and this is where our "out of town guest" (aka my family) would sleep when visiting. It has served its purpose and now it was time to give my front room some life. So, out went the wall bed (gave to the in-laws for their guest room) and out went the book cases that clashed with my wall color and in came a new room design. My desk was moved to a more appropriate spot dividing the room in half but offering more space. I love it. It was difficult for me to arrive at my decision due to the enormous amount of stuff I had jammed on the bookcases. It is amazing how much stuff we have accumulated in the short time we have lived here. I was able to find temporary homes for most of the items. I went through the rest of the house in a similar fashion. Perhaps there is a small audience that can appreciate the effort and determination it takes to sift through treasures and weed out things that aren't used, broken, old, new, misplaced, etc. With most tasks, I am eager in the beginning but find myself burning out towards the end. Frankly, work isn't fun. So I tend to lose momentum. A party is always a great way to kick my butt in high gear. Although, I am not finished. I would like to move the love seat in my office area and purchase a large <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ottoman</span> to use as a coffee table or even use our existing coffee table. Then in the keeping room, which is used as our living room, purchase a oversize club chair. I have seen one that is round that swivels, and rocks...pretty cool. That is the idea anyway. We will see how it comes together.<br /><br />Enough about my interior designing and housekeeping abilities. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">TheMark</span> and I also celebrated our 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> year of martial bliss. As usual, we were to busy planning and working to celebrate the night of but after the first couple of years it really didn't matter whether we celebrated the night of or within the week. Of course, we exchanged sappy and funny little cards with each other but to be honest my anniversary doesn't usually feel any different than any other day. I mean it isn't as if we were renewing vows with a ceremony or anything. Don't get me wrong we have been able to celebrate by doing some amazing things. One year we went to a spa for the weekend, another year we celebrated late and went to Maui, even went to Vegas for our 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span> but all that isn't necessary for me. The most wonderful thing about my marriage is that on any given day I remember the love and joy we share together. So, why just spend one day a year celebrating / remembering it together. I celebrate it each time we go out to eat together, each time we hold hands walking downtown, watching silly home video's of our vacations, looking at pictures from various activities, or lying in bed and watching rented movies. For me it is the time that I have with the people I love that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">strengthens</span> the bond we have. I am very lucky to have married my best friend and a wonderfully generous man who has given me so many happy memories that I look forward to creating new ones every day. (I am a chick of course I had to throw some sappy junk in there)<br /><br />Thought of the day: do something nice for someone today. just a simple phone call to say hey can really brighten <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">some one's</span> day.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-3372261238173140912007-06-24T09:18:00.000-05:002007-06-24T09:58:07.151-05:00What the hell is up?So, life has been busy as usual. I have been consistent with my workouts and feel as if I am at a point that I can actually workout with someone. Some of my goals are to bench my weight or get real close, definition in my legs and arms, lift the buttocks, and killer abs. I have reached a starting point where my body realizes something is about to change. I am hoping it will respond well. <br /><br />So what has been up on my side of the fence? Well.......... My parents recently went through some surgeries that were risky but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">successful</span>. I am thankful for that. Now, Dad has a pace maker, some new stints, and other things that are being monitored. Mom's surgery was routine and successful but the word "cancer" always scares me. But all is well.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">GucciRick</span> celebrated another birthday in style. We went to his house for an intimate party that led to singing on an awesome karaoke system. I really felt for everyone when I started singing. I think the Heart duet with my sister-in-law and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">GucciRick's</span> Purple Rain were the best. I had a great time. So good in fact, the entire bottle of wine was gone before I left. oops. Then off to play some cards. I continued to swallow down a few <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jager</span> bombs with my favorite dealer and a couple of heart palpitations on my own before calling it a night. Oh, what a night! Good stuff.<br /><br />The following week brought Father's Day and a goodbye I thought I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OK</span> to make. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">TheMark</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">GucciRick</span> were off to Vegas for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">WSOP</span>. After dropping Sweetness off at the airport, I felt pretty good about being a single parent for the week. I had lined up activities for my little ladies and planned some time for myself as well. During the day we went to the pool with the mini bloods and had a great time being lazy. In the evening, the little ladies went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">VBS</span>. I had a couple of hours each night to shop, eat, whatever. It was cool until I hit "hump day". Wednesday night hit me hard. I really missed Sweetness and hadn't felt this way in a long time if ever. I am used to him working and hitting some cards afterwards but I always wake up with him next to me. It is weird. I miss his physical presence. As independent as I am, I know I can handle most things that come my way, but I enjoy a man, My Man, around the house. He gives me a sense of security and love that I just can't live without. It is great to have his arms around me to feel the love in every hug. I am so thankful he doesn't have a job to that travels <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">a lot</span> because after this past week I couldn't handle that very well. I am still waiting for my Sweetness to come home. His return flight has been cancelled twice. He is stuck in DC at the moment waiting to board a flight to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ATL</span> to connect again to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">GSP</span>. When he finally makes it here. I ain't letting go. So, no calling the house or cell we won't answer.....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">lol</span><br /><br />Have a good one.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-46916819744661472742007-06-08T19:18:00.000-05:002007-06-08T19:30:32.416-05:00WorkoutSo the new workout system is working my ash hard. I am not pumping major iron by any means but take into consideration I haven't stepped into a gym in 15 years. I am glad I have a PT to push me harder than I'd push myself and more importantly to show me the "right" way of doing things so that I am not wasting my time but it is still hard work. I am going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">soooo</span> happy when I fix those trouble areas I have been looking at for some time. My ham strings kept me up all night. It was insane pain but I worked through it and now am looking forward to the bod I will have and the energy i can burn with my new program. <br /><br />Perhaps before and afters are in order....we'll see.<br />Wish me luck, I will need it.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-84840664217682941972007-05-30T07:32:00.000-05:002007-05-30T07:59:53.550-05:00May's EndingThe month of May is coming to an end and I have realized that all winter and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">majority</span> of spring has come and gone with many failed attempts at my New Year's resolution. My grandparents were pretty healthy people. I don't have any genetic health issues to worry about but yet I watch my parents suffer medical problems. This is what ignited my resolution of a healthy life style. It is important for me to be active after my children have left the nest. I want more for my "senior" years than sitting around and waiting for life to happen. Thus, a commitment to living a more healthy lifestyle that would include: eating the right foods, exercise program, and feeding the mind and soul with more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fulfilling</span> habits. For most of my life I have been one of those girls that people love to hate. I can eat what I want without gaining a pound. I was blessed with a high <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">metabolism</span>. My mother was the same way. She was a bean pole: 5'8, blond hair, blue eyes, and 120 lbs. Unfortunately for me my paternal grandmother left her mark of height and I came out average height and a brunette. Oh well. Back to the point of being a slacker. As I was lying on a boat this weekend catching some harmful UV rays, I realized that I hadn't given my resolution a real shot. I had let school schedules, household duties, and anything else get in my way of a real shot at changing my lifestyle. I am concerned at this point in my life because I know my high <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">metabolism</span> won't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">las</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">t forever</span> and when it slows down I want to be ready. I have stayed on track with eating well but the others seem to fall to the side. I have attempted on several <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">occasions</span> to workout and I actually enjoy it but need to continue long enough for it to become a habit. As far as "mind and soul"; I have issues with doing things for myself. I enjoy putting others needs ahead of my own but afterwards realize how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">overwhelming</span> that can be not to mention exhausting. I know this sounds a bit self centered and I don't mean it to be but my life needs a bit more balance. So, I have decided to dive into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">June</span> full force. I am committed to working out and getting a toner body, continuing to eat healthy or minimize the junk, but most importantly, make time for me. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">want</span> to spend more time with my friends, family, and find relaxing activities to enjoy. The summer is a perfect time of year to re-charge my battery.....at least I am going to try.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-68957662291528701282007-05-16T20:52:00.000-05:002007-05-16T21:53:37.739-05:00Who Am I?Last Sunday was Mother's Day and as a Mother I expected the usual treatment to some degree. My princesses are still at an age where they need guidance to help make Mother's Day special. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TheMark</span> and I had a late Saturday night that had led into Sunday morning. The princesses spent the night at a friend's house so one of us had to go pick them up. After waking up, I looked lovingly at my husband as he lie there snoring and realized he needed the extra sleep more than I did and my friend needed some time without the little princesses. So, off I went to pick them up and grab some breakfast. I was really hungry. I hadn't eaten but one sandwich the evening before and it was a small one. We decided on Waffle House. My two little ladies and I sat at the bar ordered our tea and coffee and enjoyed our meal. I really enjoyed their company. Afterward, we shopped for some shoes and headed home to wake up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TheMark</span>. I know he appreciated the fact that I let him sleep in on Mother's Day. We had planned to go to the in-laws place for dinner and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TheMark</span> was to go early to help cook and set up. We all went together and had a great time. He didn't let me lift a finger and it was wonderful. It is the ultimate compliment to pamper the one you love and show them <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">just </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">how</span> much they mean to you by doing whatever they ask. :)<span></span><br /><br />After dinner was gifts and cards. I am not sure why <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">TheMark</span> presented mine at the in-laws instead of home but he did. It was a wooden rifle he had replicated from an old one I had in high school. I had mentioned to him a couple of weeks ago about making a new one for myself and he surprised me with it. It was really nice. Most of the family didn't know what it was or that I was even on the color guard in high school. I was astonished at just how little my own family (in-laws) didn't know about me. It got me thinking.... what do people know about me? How would I b<span></span>e described? <span></span><br /><br />It seems as a society we run through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">the</span> rat race called life without taking a moment to really ask questions about people. What they like to do? What their favorite hobby is? What they did growing up? By getting to know <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">someones</span> history you get to really know them. The color guard was a big part of my childhood. It took up 6 years. As I think about this, I realize I want the people in my life to know the real me. Not the me they run into while at the PTA meetings, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pre</span>-school drop off, family birthday parties, but the true history of me. So in light of this new found growth I am opening the blog floor to questions. Ask. I will answer. <span></span><br />As a show of faith.......I will get things started:<br /><br />1. What did you enjoy most growing up?<br /><span></span><br /> I started twirling a rifle when I was in the 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span> grade. I watched my older sister do it and thought.....why not me. By the time the summer was over I had made the 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">th</span> grade squad. (In Jersey 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">th</span> & 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">th</span> grade are middle school then comes 9-12 in high school) This was the bottom and I wasn't satisfied with that. The next year I made captain. It was great. But my real goal was the high school squad. That was where the real competition began. I practiced every day for several hours. One afternoon, I was trying something I have tried a million times before and somehow lost my grip. The tip of the rifle hit my mouth. It was a bloody mess. After the visit to the ER, my front tooth had shifted slightly and I had 7 stitches on my top lip. (still have the scar to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">prove</span> it) But, this was my passion. So, when my coach called the next day asking me when I'd be back to practice, I told him tomorrow. I knew I couldn't milk this or I'd be afraid to go back. So, back I went and reached farther than my big sister did when she was on the squad. In my Junior year, there was an upset over who got captain. It was announced the there would be 2 Captains and in a high school with over a hundred years of tradition this was a big deal. I was disappointed because I felt the decision was based on politics and not talent. So instead of letting it get me down I tried even harder and Senior year I created and performed a routine that blew her away. My ending finale was a quad (4 rotations) with me fully rotating around underneath it to gracefully catch it on my knees. (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">couldn't</span> do this today without tons of practice) That sealed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">the</span> deal and we were back to one captain and one co-captain with me earning the top spot. It was glorious. I loved that time of my life. Looking back I would change some things but never those moments. <span></span><br />After that, I set out to test my skills. I joined a drum corp. That was the hardest day in and day out, kick your butt workout I had ever done. I had been on track and swimming with screaming coaches pushing you but nothing compared to the way they would drill us for 8 hours and then I had and hour ride home. Not sure I would want to do that over again but so glad I had the momentum to do it then. I have always wanted to coach a rifle squad at a middle or high school so if anyone knows if there is a need, let me know.<br /><br />2. Favorite drink: hot tea w/ milk<br /><br />3. Music: country, blues, jazz, r&b, dance, top hits, rock, but nothing like bad blood....<br /><span></span><br />4. Love my hair to be touched, played with, or stroked. It is so relaxing. My mom used to stroke my hair to get me to fall asleep at night when i was little.<span></span><br /><br />5. I knew addition and subtraction at 5......mom would practice with me at the grocery store.<br /><br />6. When I was upset with my parents I would storm off dramatically and tell them "I am so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">exasperated</span>."<br /><br />7. Played the violin for many years, all classical.<br /><br />8. Went to <span></span>community college and got 2 associates degrees: liberal arts and business administration then onto Southern Wesleyan for my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">BSBA</span><br /><br />9. love convertibles<br /><br />10. love nice clothes, although I don't wear tehm as much as I'd like because I don't get to show many people by being a domestic diva. Favorites are: Cache, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Boston</span> Proper, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Victoria</span> Secret clothing line.<br /><br />11. Am happy to be happy. Grateful to live each day in a stable <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">environment</span> with two great princesses and a husband that provides me with just about anything I want.<span></span><br /><br /><br />Anything else.............just ask..........there's plenty more.....Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-13684016866393216902007-05-10T06:45:00.000-05:002007-05-10T07:11:24.564-05:00Tag, I am it?<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> ...so I was tagged. I have to share seven details about myself and then tag seven others to do the same (comment section of their blog)<br /><br />Here we go.....<br /><br />1. I can play the violin, mostly classical. Don't play much now, last time I played was over ten years ago with the exception of my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grandmother's</span> funeral last year.<br /><br />2. I love football and often yell at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TV</span> since I am stuck watching it alone....the hubby isn't into sports to much.<br /><br />3. As a senior in high school, I was in Miss Teen of New Jersey <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pageant</span> and won best talent and best interview.<br /><br />4. My favorite mixed drinks are: <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">amaretto</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OJ</span>, apple <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">martini</span>, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">mojito</span>. Not a fan of shots...ya I'm a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">wuss</span>.<br /><br />5. When I was a kid, I would eat dill pickles as a meal. Each year for Christmas my Dad <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">would</span> buy me the biggest jar (Sam's club) and I'd eat it in a week.<br /><br />6. My favorite color is Red.<br /><br />7. I love a great massage.....any givers out there?<br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">OK</span> people.......now that you know some of my skeletons....now it's your turn.<br /><br />GRob: <a href="http://www.upforanything.net/poker">www.upforanything.net/poker</a><br />Otis: <a href="http://www.rapideyereality.com">www.rapideyereality.com</a><br />CJ: <a href="http://www.upforanything.net">www.upforanything.net</a><br />Falstaff: <a href="http://www.pokerspot.blogger">www.pokerspot.blogger</a><br />Al Can't Hang: <a href="http://www.alcanthang.com">www.alcanthang.com</a><br />BadBlood: <a href="http://www.badbloodonpoker.blogspot.com">www.badbloodonpoker.blogspot.com</a>Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-38635851980912884312007-05-04T07:34:00.000-05:002007-05-04T07:38:34.828-05:00Busy…Busy…Busy…<br />Every time I have tried to sit down and share last weekends experience I hit a road block. This morning I am determined to get through this. I hope I can give it the justice it deserves.<br /><br />We had a blast. I won’t bore you with our entire trip. I will jump to Saturday night at the mansion and get on with it. I had put together a little outfit that I thought was appropriate for a party at the mansion. (no, it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">was no</span>t a bunny costume, although that would have been cute.) As soon as I get the pics on my computer I will share a few. It was cool yet it scream hot chick. (note to self: don’t wear stilettos to the mansion. The grotto area is made of stone, duh) The Mark had on his coolest and looked very dashing. We had to take a shuttle from the hotel to a check-in area and another one to the mansion. W are a bit of transportation snobs we would have preferred to just drive ourselves but oh well. Once there, it was on. Everyone was having a great time. The silent auction was in full swing with a ton of great items. A friend of a friend from Vegas does body casting and painted one like the queen of hearts. Awesome job. Would love for her to cast mine for free…. There was art, jewelry, trips, etc. The line to the bar was 3-4 people deep. (open bar) The food was really good. They served grilled shrimp, ravioli, salad, etc. There was a separate tent area for the tournament that was started shortly after w arrived. I am sure to have left some people out and I apologize. (jet lag and all) These are the ones I remember speaking with and get photos with:<br /><br /> Mike “the mouth” <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Matesow</span>, Jennifer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tilley</span>, Phil “the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">unabomber</span>” <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Laak</span>, Shannon Elizabeth (who was declared the winner), Marcel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Luske</span>, Steve <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Dannemen</span> (2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">nd</span> place), Annie Duke, Chris <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Masterson</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Kristoff</span> St. John portrays Neil Winters on young and the Restless since 1991, Tony Rock from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">UPN</span>’s All of Us, and a few more rockers, athletes, and movie producers. All of which were really cool to speak with, hang with, and were there to have a great time. By my accounts they did. <br /><br />With all the free food and drinks you can possibly consume you can imagine what a great time we had. Of course they provided “eye candy”. There were 4 bunnies out doing photos with everyone. To accompany them were three ladies in body paint. Two full bodies painted for Budweiser and one just partially painted. To see that in person was awesome. It covers more than you might think. Very cool. We had an awesome time and would love to do it again. It was a very quick trip and very tiring once we came back to our reality but very worth it. I can now add The Playboy Mansion to my resume of destinations I have visited. That is an impressive reference and a memory I won’t soon forget. You may be disappointed in my post wondering <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">where</span> all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">juicy</span> details are but those are moments I will only share in person not in print. To protect the innocent and guilty.....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">lol</span><br /><br />Thanks to a very special friend who made it happen…love ya, girl.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-66461875829529379512007-05-01T06:57:00.000-05:002007-05-01T07:03:12.871-05:00Dying to KnowI know there are a few of you that are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">very</span> interested in what happened this past weekend on our vacation. Due to the fact that I haven't slept more than like 12 hours in the past 3 days could be an excellent reason for not being excited to share. I reserved the right to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">torture</span> you a bit further until I can compose enough brain cells to accurately describe the enormously excellent time we had. What a place ..... what a time. There could have been some serious damage done this past weekend if I lived in a different time of my life. No damage this time just an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">indescribable</span> weekend.<br /><br />more to come.....Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-43238556088639766142007-04-23T07:03:00.000-05:002007-04-23T07:27:42.443-05:00The Cats out of the BagIt all started well over a month ago when a friend of mine called and told me about a wicked party in L.A. that we just had to go to. She is good like that. Always piggy back inviting me to places she goes in hopes that there are a few times that I can actually realign the cosmic forces and attend. I am lucky to have her as a friend. I am even more lucky to have a wonderful mother-in-law that loves my rugrats so much she is more than willing to watch them so Mark and I can go. To be honest, I have a lot of people that offered to watch the rugrats and some to even fly down to S.C. to do it. I have to say that isn't luck that is love. But back to the topic. <br /><br />I made the decision to go with it and go to this party. I was going to try and surprise The Mark with it and just pack his bag and tell him we are going to the airport about 30 minutes before leaving but he found out early. No biggie. I am really excited about going. This fundraiser is going to be awesome. It was a hit last year. When JT invited me again this year I was bound and determined to make it. The fundraiser is held at the Playboy mansion. I just want the opportunity to see it for myself. Apparently, we can have a guided tour of at least a portion of the property. Perhaps I will get a photo w/ Hef and the girls.....perhaps not but I do know that a great time is guaranteed. The trip is short and sweet so The Mark doesn't lose work time. I am sure I will have a lengthy report after we return perhaps with some photos as well.<br /><br /><br />On a more grounded note. I woke up yesterday and wanted to do something outside since it hadn't been nice all last week. It was a beautiful day for the rugrats to play at the park. So the park it is. So I thought why not stay a couple of hours and bring some food. I told The Mark let's call some friends and see if they would like to join us. We got on the line with the Otis, Blood, and G-Rob families. We left one message, one who had family in from out of town and one yes. Great! The Otis's and The Mark's had a great time watching the rugrats play and eating some decent food. The chicken was great! Thanks Otis for cooking.... I am a novis on coals. I hope we can do this again with everyone. I will plan it a bit better next time. Sometimes my good ideas come at the very last moment. <br /><br />I will be busy this week with MD appointments, kid activities, packing, and getting pretty for our trip. I love getting all dressed up and looking great but on a daily basis it is a bit more effort when I am running after a toddler so I am looking forward to my much needed primping. <br /><br />Have a great Monday!Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-9657035188490778162007-04-13T14:35:00.000-05:002007-04-13T14:43:49.885-05:00So much so little timeI am not going to try recap the entire month that I have been away. As a wife, mom, and woman I am finding it more and more difficult to have a free moment to get on this thing. When I happen to nail down some free time, I'd rather just unwind with something else. it has gotten to be real busy for me lately. The family went to Florida for Spring Break and got back the day before Easter. We had a blast and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rugrats</span> loved swimming in the pool, Disney, Sea World, the zoo, and the tons of other activities we did there. We stayed at my parents condo so we were able to go out one night without the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rugrats</span>. It was a great time. We celebrated Easter our traditional way....church, lunch, egg hunt, and relaxing...... Another great day!<br /><br />I am trying to nail down a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">commitment</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">TheMark</span> as to booking our tickets to LA for the charity event at the Playboy Mansion. At this point I am ready to leave him home. I am so excited. I told him it could be my Mother's Day and birthday present. Any reason for us to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">justify</span> spending the extra money for the weekend. I just want to see the place, get a tour from a hot bunny, and perhaps go skinny dipping in the grotto. I have had several dreams of how our evening at the Mansion could go. Perhaps on e of them will come true...... only time will tell.<br /><br />I'll keep you posted with the final outcome.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16389693.post-22918741530545764972007-03-12T14:17:00.000-05:002007-03-12T14:39:42.727-05:00At LastThe last time I have sat down at a felted table was New Years Day. It has been a long time. The "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">February</span> Sickness" was part of the reason but to be honest it hasn't been a priority. So, Saturday I decided last minute to be one of 15 people to throw my hat into the ring and see how it would work out. I am glad I did. It worked out well. For a majority of the tourney I was waiting around, taking stabs, but ultimately coming up short. Until I moved tables. I doubled up through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">The Mark</span> and then Otis and was able to survive to the final table. I only can remember full details of one hand, THE HAND. It was insane. <br /><br /><br />There were four of us left. The room had cleared and I was sitting on the button. Another Mark was on my left and made it 4k to call. It was 4x BB. I paused. Looked at my cards. I saw AK h. Another Mark is a solid player but I haven't played with him prior so I put him on either high cards or pocket pair. So, I asked myself. Push or fold? It would have been a VERY tough lay down. I knew Another Mark was going to push the action as chip leader until one of the rest of us got knocked out. I didn't think I'd get another hand like this in such a short period of time so, I Pushed. E-Dog, my nickname for him, folded. Mr.Rhett pushed. Another Mark thought for a moment calculating his odds to knock us both out and then finally called. They flip their cards over and I realize I am a huge dog. Mr. Rhett had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">KK</span>. Another Mark had 88 (something like that). Long story short I hit my A on the river. It was insane and Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rett</span> left pissed. Not just from that one hand but from previous experiences with tourney bubble play. In the end, Another Mark and myself chopped 1st and 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nd</span>. I had about 8-9k more than him going into heads up but for several reason realized it wasn't worth the battle. My poker account has long been at a zero balance and this will correct that. I know my strengths and weaknesses in poker, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">unfortunately</span> I don't get enough time to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tweak</span> my play. This time it worked out well. We shall see about next time.Ms All Inhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00973321696242397641noreply@blogger.com0