<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535</id><updated>2012-01-07T14:11:40.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine and Rainclouds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-6179378943683142515</id><published>2008-08-24T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:21:21.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday work</title><content type='html'>Seriously, why did they schedule me today? They KNOW I can't work until 5 on any given day, but they insisted on scheduling me at 2pm today. Hmm, okay. They're just lucky that my FIL is off for a month because of his back or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to stuff some soup down my throat because I feel like puking. I don't want to puke at work tonight, though I am in the fitting room near the bathroom. I pray to GOD that it's not as bad as it was last night. I went in there and the jeans were piled to the ceiling. Damn jean sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  thrilled that I fit into my pre-pregnancy size =D That's an accomplishment and a half. I still have wayyyy too much weight to lose though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I need to get off my ass and put makeup on. I need to leave in like 5 minutes. Plehhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-6179378943683142515?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6179378943683142515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=6179378943683142515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/6179378943683142515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/6179378943683142515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-work.html' title='Sunday work'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4635050742916289869</id><published>2008-08-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:30:29.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving.</title><content type='html'>So now I'm a bitch, according to my 2 year old. She wanted a drink of water, so I gave her a sippy cup because she's not coordinated to drink from a real glass yet without spilling it. She wanted it in a glass. I told her no. She glared at me and said "YOU BITCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks, you heard that right. My 2 year old daughter called me a bitch. She had to have learned it from her father, as he calls me a bitch all the time. Yeah, I'm in a very loving marriage. It's becoming a pet name to me. Call me bitch, I'll answer. .:.sigh.:. So I did what any other mom would do when their sweet faced kid calls them a bitch. I cried, and I yelled, and sent her to her room. Of course, she dumps an entire bottle of baby lotion on the carpet to spite me, and grabs a bottle of powder and throws that into the mix. Why not REALLY piss mom off, right? Go for the gold kid. So I've had a hectic afternoon. Anyone want a 2 year old potty mouth? She's free. (even comes with her own clothes and bed and toys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was great. Not too slow, but not crazy busy. A nice mix of customers and such. Bought my denim for tomorrow and a glamtastic shirt to decorate and make even more obnoxious. So after work I run to walmart to get some groceries before we head back to Jennifer's house. I get a text while grabbing some deoderent from Jim, saying "What, was you staying later at work fixing the jeans a coverup for hanging out with your friends?" Excuse me? No asshole, we're having a large denim sale tomorrow so I had to make sure the denim looked nice. "You never asked if you could go to your friends house" Excuse me again? Since when does my 21 year old self need YOUR permission to go to MY friends house? So I check out and leave. Take Jennifer home, and cry the entire way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why fucking me? Seriously. I've been a good person in life. Sure I've fucked up, but who hasn't? Fuck my life- my mom dies when I'm 15. I'm in an abusive relationship from that time until I'm 17. I graduate and get knocked up and then married to an emotionally abusive man. Why. Fucking. Me? They say it gets worse before it gets better. Dammit, this better be the worst it's going to get. I'm so sick of living like this. Why should I have to answer to HIM? I am my OWN person. I could see if I was going galavanting across the city, but I was going to be in the living room of a friend's house, with fabric paints and a pizza, laughing and joking and making some gaudy shirts. I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, I'm going to run the fuck away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4635050742916289869?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4635050742916289869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4635050742916289869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4635050742916289869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4635050742916289869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m leaving.'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-7152617417416799523</id><published>2008-08-22T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:48:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jeeze it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>So I had a great time at my dad's. don't feel like posting pics, not in the best of moods right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a nasty cold the other day, it's finally gone, except for a headache that's lingering today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost walked out on Jim the other night (so what else is new) because he was being a douchebag. Called me a bitch during a fight (which comes into play later) but I'm used to that. Yelling at me for money, as usual. Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been good, last night was quite busy, but it made the time fly. Tonight I'm on register, so that should be fun in itself. That's a note of sarcasm for those who didn't pick up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I wouldn't let Liz have water in a glass, because she makes a mess. I told her no, she needed it in a sippy for now, but at dinner she could have it in a glass. She had the nerve to say "YOU BITCH!" to me!!!!!!!!!! I was stunned, hurt, and shocked. I know she picked it up from her father. I'm so angry right now and I'm sure that added to my already pissy mood. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I'll leave for work around 3:50, because I need to stop at the bank and the post office to mail out an important package. Then I get to pick my bestie up and go to work and then we're going to decorate shirts tonight for work tomorrow. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's only a week left until that BHM/DCT!!!! Sah-weet! I'm getting scurred, but it's becaues it's been awhile since I've been to the club, lol. Oh well, at least I get to spend it with amazing people &lt;3 I finally got my outfit narrowed down, and it should look very nice. I'm excited for it =) course it's nothing like the outfit 'ennifer balls and I picked out last night, but it'll do I guess, rofl. I might buy that outfit tonight just for the hell of it, hahahaha. Anyway, I'm out for now. I need to either have a drink, or kill someone, or something. I'll leave with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whenyouwant.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/whenyouwant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-7152617417416799523?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7152617417416799523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=7152617417416799523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/7152617417416799523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/7152617417416799523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/jeeze-its-been-awhile.html' title='jeeze it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/th_whenyouwant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-1115283927061242748</id><published>2008-08-15T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:06:40.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's 1am..</title><content type='html'>and I'm still up. I leave in 5 hours for my dad's. Yikes. I'm going to be one tired momma hyped up on coffee and Rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got paid tonight. So Jim had no right to yell at me. Asshole. Granted it was only $100 because I worked a shitty schedule those first 2 weeks, but it's still cash in my pocket for this weekend. Not to mention I work 25 hours next week. Yes! Finally, hours and work! Sweet. I switched departments with Jennifer tonight (because you can do that-cool!) so I was on register. Oye was it busy. I enjoyed myself though. I got 2 credit applications. Bwahaha. When they don't push you or depend your job on it, you can get them quite easily. Plus, who doesn't love to shop at Old Navy compared to Sears. (So that brings my credit card total to 6 for the 2 days I've been on register. Muaahahahahahahaha) I did find a supa sexy shirt I need to get. It's a 3/4 sleeve teal colored henley. I love henleys. They're so nice and really fit me well. It was only $8, and then my discount on top of that. I shoulda bought it tonight. It would have been good to wear tomorrow. Blargh. Oh well, I'm sure they'll still have it next week when I'm there. It'll be a fun filled week- Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Each 5 hours (5-10) but that's still better than 3 days a week. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited. The girls and I get to go to the club in less than 2 weeks now. I haven't been since pregnant with Liz and I just need to get out and have fun. &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously Brittany isn't going with me, as I'm leaving in a few hours instead of tonight. It'll just be a girls weekend, my chicky poo and me. I'll definitely be taking pictures. I want a good pic of the 3 generations (me, my daddy, and Liz) I just wish my mom was alive, it would make the picture truly special. I packed some snacks for Liz when I got home from work, so I have a bag on the passangers seat that I can reach into and grab and throw them back to her. It'll be her first long car trip in awhile, so I'm praying she handles it well. Maybe we'll stop at McD's for breakfast for her, and get her some pancakes to sweeten the deal. I also cannot wait to see my best friend for eternity. I miss her so fucking much nobody even understands. I think we should move into a house together, lol. We're both in suck-ass situations. So yes, a house deal sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of snacks, I fell in love with spinach dip from a local grocery store. Tonight I went to cash my paycheck at Wegmans (a higher end grocery store) and just grabbed some spinach dip there. It was a one pound container. I figured maybe like 3-4 bucks, right? WRONG. I looked at my reciept when I got home and I paid 6.21 for it. 6 freaking dollars. I was quite angry. I took a taste, and it wasn't even as good as the 1.97 1/3 pound I got at Gerrity's. Fuck that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I have to be up in 4.5 hours. Ugh, I'm going to be a monster tomorrow. A total bitch. I get that way when I don't get my 8 hours of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-1115283927061242748?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1115283927061242748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=1115283927061242748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1115283927061242748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1115283927061242748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-its-1am.html' title='So it&apos;s 1am..'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-1945040601028288977</id><published>2008-08-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:41:35.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>So last night Brittany instant messaged me and told me she couldn't go again this weekend. I admit, I was pissed. I was bawling like a baby. So Jim and I fought of course, because he won't let me take the car ANYWHERE and come on, this is my father dammit. So after I kicked him out of the room for being a dick to me, he told me I can have the car for the weekend. The only problem is I can't leave till tomorrow morning because they don't want me driving with my child at night. Um, okay. I am her mom. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning Britt texts me and says she might be able to get her neighbors to watch the dogs (the reason she can't go- her parents are going to Atlantic City for the weekend) so I'm waiting to hear back from her. If she can go, then we're leaving tonight. So it's touch and go right now on when I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I"m going. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say thank you to that one special friend who stayed up until 2:30am letting me bitch about my life. It takes a good person to do that when you have to work at 9 in the morning. Being reassured that I'm a good person and mommy made me definitely feel better &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just amazed at how life is turning out for me. In some aspects, it's terrible. But in others, it's just simply wonderful. I can't wait to see where life takes me. It will be an interesting journey for sure. I do plan on talking to my dad this weekend about my problems. I need to get it all out. I'm sure I'll feel better even if I am talking to a biased party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figure I'm going to end this on a happy note instead of something depressing as usual. I need to pack for my dad's house, and eat some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 days!! Hooray &lt;333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-1945040601028288977?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1945040601028288977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=1945040601028288977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1945040601028288977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1945040601028288977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet.html' title='sweet'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-5924648650801446142</id><published>2008-08-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:02:42.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when..</title><content type='html'>Lizzy falls asleep holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG01028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG01028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching How To Deal right now. This movie is so sappy and sweet. Makes me happy. I think my fave part is when the grandmother is in the bathroom and the mom knocks on the door and sniffs and says "Mother, are you smoking the cannibus again?" Ahhh it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm only blogging to kill time until I go to bed. That's how boring my life is. Boy I wish I was working. I get to work tomorrow though and then go to my dad's. Hooray! I'm already mostly packed, just need to throw my straightener and brush and toothbrush in the bag. I'll most def have tons of pics to share. At least I better. I can't wait to see my bestie! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jim and I got in a nasty fight, of course. He yelled at me because I don't know when I get paid. I know it's every other Friday, but not sure if it starts this cycle or next. That's NO reason to call me stupid or retarded. Seriously now, grow the fuck up. I swear to god he can kiss the fattest part of my ass. Yeah, we're definitely in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go lay down and enjoy my movie. The husband is playing a video game as usual. No wonder I don't want to save the marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-5924648650801446142?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5924648650801446142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=5924648650801446142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5924648650801446142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5924648650801446142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-it-when.html' title='I love it when..'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-7678168824346919331</id><published>2008-08-14T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:44:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownies and 2 year olds</title><content type='html'>So the child and I baked brownies today. I took it as an opportunity to teach her the finer things in life, like raw brownie batter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start with the dry mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add the eggs, water and oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taste it once it's mixed- most important step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spray the pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taste it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lick our utensils!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=timetowashup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/timetowashup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taste it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frost the brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brownies13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/brownies13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-7678168824346919331?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7678168824346919331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=7678168824346919331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/7678168824346919331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/7678168824346919331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/brownies-and-2-year-olds.html' title='Brownies and 2 year olds'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-1621866799020727047</id><published>2008-08-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:11:23.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 year olds..</title><content type='html'>can REALLY push your buttons sometimes. I swear to god she knows everything that gets underneath my skin. Today alone she has proceeded to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dump a bowl of cereal on the carpet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slap me with a piece of waffle (COATED in syrup)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dump her entire toybox in the living room, and yelled at me to clean it up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pushed against the table and tipped her chair back, almost falling out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;barge in on me while in the shower and flung the door open for the world to see&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pull her diaper off through her clothes and piss herself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yell at me when I told her to pick up her toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chew up a bunch of hot dog and opened her mouth, letting it fall out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;whining constantly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;calling EVERYTHING 'mine' (I canNOT stand this word comming out of a kid, and her father and grandparents condone it and laugh at her)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and a bunch of other crap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to go to work and get away for awhile. Yeesh. Plus I'm tired and cranky and that doesn't help matters. Argh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least there's a light at the end of the tunnel- I get to leave in like 52 hours with my best friend to go see my dad. WOOOOOOO. I just packed for Liz earlier, because I can't decide what to take for her to wear to Church on Sunday. Maybe her dress from her 2nd birthday. I don't know. I'll be easy to pack. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus there's only 16 days till BHM with DC!! (club with da chicks) Sah-weet! I can't wait loves &lt;33333&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-1621866799020727047?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1621866799020727047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=1621866799020727047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1621866799020727047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1621866799020727047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-year-olds.html' title='2 year olds..'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4022509070712354486</id><published>2008-08-12T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:35:25.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Release!!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh, alone time. The house to myself. Just Liz and I. Wow, this is an amazing feeling. I wish I didn't have to do laundry, but ohh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood to bake, but I'm not sure what. Maybe banana bread. That sounds kinda good. I made waffles for breakfast this morning. They're so gooooood. I've almost memorized the recipe. It was my grandma's, then my mom's, now mine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work on register tomorrow evening. Hooray! The hour I was on register Sunday was fun, so we'll see how 5 hours goes. Then Thursday a buddy of Jim's and mine is comming over to play the wii. Friday I work then Britt, Liz and I leave for my dad's for the weekend. I can't wait! My best friend found out yesterday she's having a BOY!! Now I have to shop for baby boy clothes. It was humorus, Lizzy was talking to Jackie on the phone Friday, and Jackie asked Lizzy what she was going to have. Lizzy kept saying "baby boy, baby boy!" and guess she was right =) A nephew. How exciting!!! I think Friday night before work Auntie Chrissy will have to buy a thing or two for her baby boy =) Jackie and I are already arranging the marriage between the two. We were a little bummed though, as we were hoping for a girl so our daughters could be best friends like us. Oh well, we'll have to settle for inlaws ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm gunna go clean now. I already did all the dishes and I want to throw another load of laundry in the washer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BHM - 17 days!!! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4022509070712354486?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4022509070712354486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4022509070712354486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4022509070712354486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4022509070712354486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-release.html' title='Sweet Release!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-5167301346335631407</id><published>2008-08-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:02:39.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day =D</title><content type='html'>Hah today was fun as all hell. After I drug my ass off the computer I went and picked up Jennifer before we went to work. We trained on register and of course, I was stuck on there for an hour with actual customers. I had fun though =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got off we shopped a bit, and I bought a hellahot black skirt. It's cotton and supa soft. Perfect for that Groovy Girls Night Out on the 29th. Ran to the grocery store to get something for lunch and then headed home. Had to pick the hubby up at 2, so we didn't get to eat until later. We rocked out Guitar Hero in which I proceeded to kick some white girl ass!! Also kicked more ass at Mario Kart. Agh I love my wii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after downing an entire bottle of diet coke, a bag of baked lays, and a tub of homemade spinach dip, we got to work on my photoshop. Lots of inside jokes and animation palates later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=good-gravy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/good-gravy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=glamtastie.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/glamtastie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=glamtastic.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/glamtastic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wash-dc.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/wash-dc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my ability to create inside jokes into fun myspace graphics. Ahh I can't wait to have a girls day again. Best day ever, by far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we found the perfect outfit for the 29th. Dark pink lowcut shirt with a white lacy cami underneath and a black skirt. Total hotness. Just what my mom-self needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm gunna jet off to bed. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-5167301346335631407?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5167301346335631407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=5167301346335631407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5167301346335631407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5167301346335631407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls-day-d.html' title='Girls Day =D'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/th_good-gravy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-3388534534853784623</id><published>2008-08-09T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:34:34.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruity Pebbles- the new 2 year old crack</title><content type='html'>So in a mix of guilt and selfishness last night, I picked up a box of Fruity Pebbles instead of the normal Cheerios. Come on, those little round o's get quite boring every morning. My little one is on a huge cereal kick and won't eat anything else for breakfast but homemade waffles, which I don't make too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I pour Liz a nice bowl of the Pebbles. The look on her face was of pure disgust when I set the bowl in front of her. She picks up the spoon, sticks her tongue on it, contemplates it, and then takes a bite. The eyes widened, she squealed, and dove into her bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a half hour, she's running through the house like a chicken on steroids. She slammed into a few walls and just kept going. Right now she's chasing the dog up and down the hall, squealing and grabbing his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: never feed a 2 year old Fruity Pebbles. Unless their father is babysitting for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-3388534534853784623?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3388534534853784623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=3388534534853784623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/3388534534853784623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/3388534534853784623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/fruity-pebbles-new-2-year-old-crack.html' title='Fruity Pebbles- the new 2 year old crack'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-6876897982832106573</id><published>2008-08-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:08:31.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say bad things happen in 3's...</title><content type='html'>but good things happen in the thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/blinkies/?action=view&amp;amp;current=goodthings.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/blinkies/goodthings.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing number 3 is trugging along. Jim's uncle has heart problems, and they need to deaden half of his heart to be able to save him. His pacemaker isn't doing a good enough job anymore. I believe FIL said he died but they revived him. .:.sigh.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dad is okay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a bunch of wonderful friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dreams are starting to come true&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a healthy daughter who is more than I could ask for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm healthy and alive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a job that I love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a great weekend planned for the end of this month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get yelled at today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I'm sure there's more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did have quite a chuckle with my daughter today. She was sniffling and trying to blow her nose. I caught her blowing her nose into Jim's pillow, coating it with boogies. Oh it was disgusting. I was so tempted to leave it there, but I'm not quite that mean. okay, maybe I am, but I was doing laundry anyway. If I wasn't, I would have left it there and just turned the pillow over. Jim has a cold anyway now, so I'm sure the sheets will be washed again within a few days. Ugh. As long as I don't get it, I'll be fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my leg is asleep and it hurts to move it. I do hate laying in bed with my laptop sometimes. So my FIL just kicked the crap out of his youngest German Sheppard dog. I don't know what he did, but jeeze. No wonder I want out of this household. Like father like son. I love my FIL, but the way he treats his wife and dogs? Jesus. I really need to get Liz out of this household. If only I had the guts right now. And the resources. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just heard the other dog squeal. God he's on a rampage tonight. .:.sigh.:. what did I do to deserve this shit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good news is Liz's swingset might sell tomorrow. She grew out of the plastic Little Tykes one she got for her first birthday. Shame we're not getting the money for it. My MIL and FIL are requiring that the money goes to them because they paid for it. Um, yes. A gift to your granddaughter and you take the money back. That doesn't piss me off as much as the other item that's being sold with it. You know those green turtle sandboxes at walmart? Well JIM AND I paid for it last year when she got it. With OUR money, from OUR jobs. Do you think we're getting our money back when it sells? No. My IL's are refusing to let us have the money. That is so wrong on so many counts. Maybe I'll just take the cash tomorrow and put it in the bank when I go to work. They won't get a single cent of it. I'll just tell them the thing was stolen or something. I wouldn't care as much for the swingset, but dear god, at least give us OUR money back that we spent on OUR daughter for HER birthday. Fucking god, I hate this life I live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Jim wonders why Im stressed all the time. Look around you asshole. I'm miserable in this life I call a marriage. There's nowhere to go but down in this partnership. He's never willing to work on it, so I'm about to give up. Screw it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so the inlaw rant totally turned into me bashing my marriage, but maybe if he would get off his fucking ass and MOVE OUT like we were supposed to 2 YEARS AGO, we wouldn't be in this mess. But no, he's happy at his grocery store cafe job, where he'll only let me work nights in retail instead of letting me go to college to better myself. Where's the love in that. Nowhere, that's where.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh. I'm going to end this before I end up crying over my keyboard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It'll be beautiful hellacious magic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-6876897982832106573?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6876897982832106573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=6876897982832106573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/6876897982832106573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/6876897982832106573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-say-bad-things-happen-in-3s.html' title='They say bad things happen in 3&apos;s...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/blinkies/th_goodthings.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-6043363623996676333</id><published>2008-08-06T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:29:44.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first night at Old Navy</title><content type='html'>I had fun! Whoda thought that work would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a 20 minute nap and when my phone went off with my alarm at 5, I wanted to throw it against the wall. Surprisingly, I felt refreshed and ready! Course I had to go to Target before work to pick up a prescription, but I didn't go to Starbucks. Damn. I hit the drive thru at BK for my late lunch of a salad (grody, totally grody) and ate that before I went into work. I was in the mens department today, so it wasn't too bad. It's not as big as the women's section, thank god. I started in feature (the front of the store) and worked my way back. I was done within an hour. All I had to do was straighten and fold. That was the entire summary of my job for the night. I went back to the front and nothing was even out of place, so I just walked the store a bit. I am in love with the new line for women. Butterfly something.. but damn it's so vintage and classic and chic. I was proud of myself, the debit card stayed in my wallett in my locker the entire time until I left the store. I did find an outift I"m going to buy for myself though. It's a nice pair of gray lounge pants with wide legs and a tank top with red and white stripes. Looks nice, flirty, and comfy. I especially love that the tank has the henly style neckline, which is great for my lovely bossom. Not like anyone would notice anyway. .:.grumble.:. But yeah, I'm going to pick that up on Friday when I go back to work. I forgot to pick up my discount cards tonight, so I better remember to do it on Friday. I was out of there by 9 though, since everything was done already. It was a nice slow night. I'm sure Friday and Saturday will make me want to pull my hair out, especially if I"m in womens. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite upset though, as the green shirt I picked out a few posts back is now unavailable in store and online. Boooooo. Now I have to find another nice shirt to go with that white skirt I have. I don't want to look prissy or uptight, but clean, cute and fun! Dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking for one of my friends. She delievered her beautiful baby boy  Ethan into the world last week. Little did we know, he was stillborn :-/  I can't even fathom how she feels. It's one of those smack in the face moments, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to update about my first night back at work. FINALLY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-6043363623996676333?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6043363623996676333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=6043363623996676333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/6043363623996676333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/6043363623996676333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-night-at-old-navy.html' title='first night at Old Navy'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4688740376538188321</id><published>2008-08-06T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:38:07.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get to go to work!</title><content type='html'>Hooray! I took Jim to his friend's house and dropped him and Liz off and came home. Man I wish I didn't have to leave in a half hour or I'd take a nap. Maybe I still will. 30 minutes is better than none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work an entire 4 hours tonight, 6-10. WOW I hope I don't over work myself. Sheesh. I'm so thrilled to get out of the house and be my own woman again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing is? Jim probably won't be home until after I get home from work. That thrills me. Immensly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I should take my little quickie nap to recharge before work. I need to stop at Target first and I think Starbucks is calling my name. &lt;33333 that Green Tea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing magic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4688740376538188321?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4688740376538188321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4688740376538188321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4688740376538188321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4688740376538188321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-get-to-go-to-work.html' title='I get to go to work!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4896531122678468596</id><published>2008-08-05T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:04:51.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the rain</title><content type='html'>I think this evening was the most fun I've had in a long time. Lizzy and I were chillin' on the back porch while Jim was mowing the lawn. Suddenly it just started to pour. I ran under the canopy but thought WHAT THE HECK and Liz and I just ran around the back porch, dancing in the rain. We got entirely soaked, but that's the beauty of it. She had such a huge grin on her face as she twirled around, face up to the sky singing "RAIN RAIN RAIN". Definitely a heart warming moment as a mom. I love seeing her so happy. Heck, I was happy too. It was cold, but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;right before it started to rain--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00899.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG00899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy getting soaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00910.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG00910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little girl so much. Of everything I regret, she's not one of them. I couldn't have asked for a better girl to be mine &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4896531122678468596?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4896531122678468596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4896531122678468596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4896531122678468596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4896531122678468596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing in the rain'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-5852522769592451310</id><published>2008-08-05T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:36:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whininig</title><content type='html'>I feel like whining. Jim's off today and tomorrow so I'm gunna be treading on thin ice praying to God that he doesn't yell at me. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whine whine whine, moan moan moan, bitch bitch bitch, complain complain complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy's jumping and slamming her butt down on her giant dora pillow right now. I suppose I should stop her before she gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me whineeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-5852522769592451310?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5852522769592451310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=5852522769592451310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5852522769592451310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5852522769592451310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/whininig.html' title='Whininig'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4114986551622613443</id><published>2008-08-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:49:52.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 these songs</title><content type='html'>So a good friend introduced me to this song. I instantly fell in love with it and the meanings behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand Inside Your Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Smashing pumpkins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Immutable&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;It's destiny&lt;br /&gt;Pure lunacy&lt;br /&gt;Incalculable&lt;br /&gt;Insufferable&lt;br /&gt;But for the last time&lt;br /&gt;You're everything that I want and ask for&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I'd dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't be the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't stand inside your love&lt;br /&gt;Protected and the lover of&lt;br /&gt;A pure soul and beautiful you&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel me now&lt;br /&gt;I will breathe&lt;br /&gt;For the both of us&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;Traverse the skies&lt;br /&gt;Your home is here&lt;br /&gt;Within my heart&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I am reborn&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;Recast as child and mystic sage&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't be the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't stand inside your love&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you how much I need and bleed for&lt;br /&gt;Your every move and waking sound&lt;br /&gt;In my time&lt;br /&gt;I'll wrap my wire around your heart and your mind&lt;br /&gt;You're mine forever now&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't be the one you love and live for&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't stand inside your love and die for&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't be the one you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Liz and I were in the backyard and I put my mp3 player on on my phone and a song came on that I hadn't heard yet. Oh good lord did I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miley Cyrus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say&lt;br /&gt;You've been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Since I woke up today, up today&lt;br /&gt;I look at your photograph all the time&lt;br /&gt;These memories come back to life&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I still feel it on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me&lt;br /&gt;With no music playing&lt;br /&gt;I remember those simple things&lt;br /&gt;I remember 'till I cry&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget&lt;br /&gt;A memory I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;Is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;And played our song&lt;br /&gt;And through my tears I sang along&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone and I&lt;br /&gt;Put it down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I still feel it on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me&lt;br /&gt;With no music playing&lt;br /&gt;I remember those simple things&lt;br /&gt;I remember 'till I cry&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget&lt;br /&gt;A memory I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my cell phone's blowing up&lt;br /&gt;With your ring tone&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate but answer it anyway&lt;br /&gt;You sound so alone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surprised to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;You remember when we kissed&lt;br /&gt;You still feel it on your lips&lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me&lt;br /&gt;With no music playing&lt;br /&gt;You remember those simple things&lt;br /&gt;We talked 'till we cried&lt;br /&gt;You said that your biggest regret&lt;br /&gt;The one that you wish I'd forget&lt;br /&gt;Is saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the depressive state I've been in lately. .:.sigh.:.  Sad sad songs.. If only I found love like that first song :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should head to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4114986551622613443?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4114986551622613443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4114986551622613443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4114986551622613443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4114986551622613443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-3-these-songs.html' title='I &lt;3 these songs'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-5785180871386581055</id><published>2008-08-04T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:40:21.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Em Gee</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. So I went to Old Navy's site to order that green shirt I wanted (which of course they're gone) so I was browsing the girls collection. I'm in LOVE with this outfit and I think my preppy chick totally needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. And with my discount it will be a sweet deal ;) We can lose the socks though, she can wear regular ugly white ones under those hip boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ohemgee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/ohemgee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baddddddddddddddd job choice Chrissy. Very very bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-5785180871386581055?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5785180871386581055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=5785180871386581055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5785180871386581055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5785180871386581055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-em-gee.html' title='Oh Em Gee'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/th_ohemgee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-8980980140082884657</id><published>2008-08-03T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:55:16.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahahahaha!</title><content type='html'>This face cracks me up. I got Liz some lo mein and chicken tonight (she ate her entire plate, then a plate of fruit, then a bowl of ice cream! Pig) and before I even set the plate down she grabbed a noodle and went to town. I can't resist. I swear whenever I'm sad I'll just have to look at this and laugh my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00833.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG00833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-8980980140082884657?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8980980140082884657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=8980980140082884657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/8980980140082884657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/8980980140082884657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/bwahahahaha.html' title='Bwahahahaha!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-8094731813401470331</id><published>2008-08-03T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:08:23.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts &lt;3</title><content type='html'>So last night Jim told me I needed to cut Liz's hair. Reluctantly, I agreed. So today, I grabbed her brush and detangler and our hair cutting scissors and set her in the bathroom. I think she did mighty well, even though I took a bit too much off :-x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rats nest that was her hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beforeshot.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/beforeshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a combed rats nest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=before2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/before2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards. No, it's not uneven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/after1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back view of the finished project. It got a lot shorter when it dried :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/after2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were making funny faces and she looked so adorable &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/after3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to bed at a decent time last night for once. Course I was up at 6am, but I still got to bed earlier so that made me happy. Talked to a good friend from 6 till about 11:40am, so it made the morning go fast :) Then I cut Liz's hair and cleaned the house a bit. Got a call from MIL that we were going out to dinner with everyone tonight so I had to actually do something with my hair. Pleh. So I straightened Liz's hair at the same time as mine (since she loves to get that done) and my daddy called so i got to talk to him for awhile. Thank god he's doing better. All the prayers totally worked! I'm so thankful that he's okay. Such a load off my shoulders, but I'm still worried. I guess I always will be since he's all I have left. I'm so dang excited. 26 days until I get to go out with my friends for the night. WooHoo! It'll be fun! Donno what all we're doing yet, but I know dinner is in the picture lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I better go. Liz is rolling around in dirty clothes right now. Strange child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-8094731813401470331?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8094731813401470331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=8094731813401470331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/8094731813401470331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/8094731813401470331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/haircuts-3.html' title='Haircuts &lt;3'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-2538662794240934988</id><published>2008-08-02T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:04:47.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for me.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been eating the past few days, but I just finished a cheese and mustard sandwhich. Go me. I guess I shouldn't have skipped dinner and then I wouldn't be eating a freaking sandwhich at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Jenn for making me crave that sandwhich. I shouldn't talk to you and Mel that late at night HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNND. Did I mention that the pig tried to get me to have sex with him before bed??? I mean come on now. You call me names and hurt me and make me cry and then you expect me to give it up? I don't fucking THINK SO BUDDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just because I love my little girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=newoutfit-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/newoutfit-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist showing her beauty off. And of course, the cool clothes I always buy her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I'm going to throw up. Dammits. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-2538662794240934988?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2538662794240934988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=2538662794240934988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/2538662794240934988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/2538662794240934988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-for-me.html' title='Yay for me.'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-1306532466972581802</id><published>2008-08-02T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:32:06.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't take it.</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd say this, but I honestly hate my husband. The love just isn't there. I married too young, he's not right for me. At all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote a blog on myspace that only a few users could see. Jim saw that I updated my profile so decided to see it. he tried to read the blog and of course, was denied access. he got mad at me, screaming at me that I was keeping stuff from him and calling me stupid and other names I dont' feel like repeating. All through dinner we fought over it, and everything came out- how much I hate him and how I wanted divorce papers for my birthday. I'm not taking that back either. I truly want divorce papers. I cannot stand waking up next to this man another day. He's cruel, he's mean, he's rude, and he's ignorant. He's so mean to me, always putting me down and not showing me an ounce of respect. He asks why I never tell him anything and I told him because he never listens. He always goes off saying how he has it worse, it's my fault, or something along those lines. I just cannot take it any more. I'm afraid to talk to him all the time because I always get yelled at. I'm done. I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the stress is really fucking with my body. I'm hungry bu I can't eat. I'm staying up too late (though it's not entirely MY FAULT!), my hair is falling out like crazy, and my period was late. Plus the pounds are slowly melting away, but I can deal with that. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-1306532466972581802?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1306532466972581802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=1306532466972581802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1306532466972581802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1306532466972581802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-take-it.html' title='I can&apos;t take it.'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-8301342248236094446</id><published>2008-08-02T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:46:25.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahah!</title><content type='html'>God I &lt;3 these ladies right hurr. Thanks Mel for the fab pic of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/?action=view&amp;current=girlsnextdoor.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/girlsnextdoor.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-8301342248236094446?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8301342248236094446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=8301342248236094446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/8301342248236094446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/8301342248236094446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahahah.html' title='Hahahah!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/th_girlsnextdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-1686662328358620205</id><published>2008-08-01T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:05:26.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>So certain people were being complete assholes when they got home today. Not a hello or anything just "Did you find out when you work next week??" Umm no asshole, you won't let me go to Scranton to get my damn schedule so I have to rely on a friend to get it for me. I have the schedule now that I talked to my friend but Im' not telling him. It's not that good anyway :( Oh well, back to school starts soon. I'm on the sales floor and in the fitting room. Yuckkkk for fitting room, but I'll make do! Sales floor will be dangerous for me, as that's when I'll mess with the clothes and see everything. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he's so full of disrespect for his mother. What son tells his mother to leave him the 'fuck alone' and to get away? I really should have looked at how he treats his mom when we were dating, that says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm so sick of watching Nickelodeon. There's only so much Spongebob and Fairly Odd Parents I can take. I watch it all day for Liz, and at night for Jim. Ugh. So I just have my headphones in and my blackberry on mp3 player mode so I can rock out to some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy just woke up from a late evening nap. She better go to sleep tonight. Poor thing slept through dinner. Right now Jim's fixing her a bowl of cheerios since that's all she wants. Strange kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so miss my dad. I can't wait, one more week and I can go see him!!! Finally. It's been over a year since I've been to my old house :( I guess that's what happens when you have a controlling husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovingpoppop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/lovingpoppop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find that pic I was looking through Liz's 2nd birthday party pics. I love this pic of her. She looks so fresh and so cool. (As usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sofresh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/sofresh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's something about her and cake. She only likes the icing, but I guess that's a kid thing. Give me the cake and you can keep the icing! In this pic she had already eaten her icing off her cake and she was eating her grandmother's icing while she wasn't looking. Now THAT'S a 2 year old for you. I can see how much she's changed facially already. Wow they grow too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stealingcake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/stealingcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention that I think I'm a supurb child's room decorator? I can't WAIT to decorate her playroom- painting and picking out the decorations. I love to decorate. Maybe I should be an interior decorator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Liz's 2nd birthday present from us. Well, the main one anyway. I spent the entire day 'de-babying' her room and turning it into a toddler room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above her bed. The letters have been there since she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/after1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other wall of the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/after2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed and her favorite bedding... of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/after3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above the changing table that's now just a dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/after4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see her bunk beds here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/after5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the changing table/dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/after6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door to her room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=after7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/after7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, my 2 year old has an infatuation with Dora. I guess she could love worse, right? Today she surprised me by lining up 3 of her bath toys in the bathroom and saying "Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco, seis!" I was floored. My 2 year old has better spanish speaking skills than my 21 and 3/4 year old self! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should end this post now. It's been nothing but mindless ramble as usual. Shows what kind of a life I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-1686662328358620205?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1686662328358620205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=1686662328358620205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1686662328358620205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1686662328358620205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/2nd%20birthday/th_lovingpoppop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-9152249815653227637</id><published>2008-08-01T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:56:18.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy August!!</title><content type='html'>Wooohoo! August has always been a good month for me. It reminds me of back to school shopping and the excitement of that first day of school. .:.sigh.:. ahhh, to be young again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also now 22 is only 2 months away. Sah-weet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally need to get a shower, but just wanted to say Happy August to everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-9152249815653227637?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9152249815653227637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=9152249815653227637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/9152249815653227637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/9152249815653227637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-august.html' title='Happy August!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4012714695705415021</id><published>2008-07-31T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:43:29.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Bubble</title><content type='html'>That guy really makes my daughter happy. You only have to say "Bub...." and she gets giddy and screams "BUBBLE BATH!!!!!!" I'm so glad a $2 bottle of bubbles can provide a week's worth of clean entertainment for my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00804.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG00804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been in a crappy kinda mood today. Probably because I didn't get enough sleep. Oh well, it's my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on the green shirt and white skirt combo, which is nice because I only need to buy the green shirt and a pink cami to go underneath. Oh, and green flipflops if I can find them to match. idk, I'm excited for a night out on the town. I haven't had one since I was first pregnant with Liz. I'm not out to pick up men, I just want to look hot for once in my life. Be treated nicely ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been begging Jim to get me WiiFit for either my birthday or Christmas. I really really really want it. Treadmills are only so fun, as is walking outside. I do plan on joining the gym with Jennifer. It's like $10 a month for this new gym in Scranton! I'm so excited. For $10 more you get access to massages and unlimited tanning, though I really don't need that. I'd burn like a friggon lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the wii, that new guitar hero SUCKED. (Aerosmith). It was so short, not hard at all, and you can't do a co-op carreer. WTF. Plus they didn't have my favorite song on there (Don't wanna miss a thing) What a rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to get my schedule for next week tomorrow. We're supposed to go to Knoebles on Tuesday, but I soooo don't want to go. We're going for the pool they have there. The IL's want Liz to ride kiddie rides. Sorry, but I'm not paying a dollar a ride for her to scream and cry the entire time. Not like I really want to bare a swimsuit in public at an amusement park, but I'll live. They're calling for it to be in the 90's that day, so we might not even be going if it's that hot. (what do they want it to be to go in the pool, 60?) .:.sigh.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told myself I need to leave my debit card at home whenever I go to work. That is going to be so hard to do. I hate to write checks anymore, so I'll be deterred from spending money without my debit card. Yeah, that's a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on my old blogsite Nutang today. I was really disgusted at how stupid I was as an 18 year old, and the shit I thought was funny. Man it's amazing how you can mature over 3 years, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Liz just strutted by naked, so I'm sure there's a pull up and an accident somewhere on the floor. meh :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4012714695705415021?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4012714695705415021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4012714695705415021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4012714695705415021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4012714695705415021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/mr-bubble.html' title='Mr. Bubble'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-8853734850499715543</id><published>2008-07-31T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:23:44.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TREADMILL!!!</title><content type='html'>So I finally found an extention cord long enough to hook my treadmill up to a main circuit. Everytime I'd excersie above 4mph I'd kick the breaker in the sunroom. I enjoyed a nice 30 minute jog above 4mph for once, at an incline of 10. Dude that was fun. I actually feel refreshed and with energy! My goal is to drop 10 pounds by the end of the month. My first mini goal of many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally wish I had some sort of fairy godmother that would do my laundry for me. I'm starting to detest laundry. It's never ending. I get caught up and then there's another load to do. .:.sigh.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention Liz totally leaked through her diaper overnight, so now I have her entire bedding to wash. I can't wait till she's potty trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 1pm and I've done a whole hell of nothing today. I got a shower after I fixed breakfast for Liz, I did 2 loads of laundry, and I made lunch and excersized while Liz ate lunch. I made my goal of staying up till 3am this morning- just for shits and giggles. I was so proud of myself, and then I crashed hard. I didn't even wake up when Jim went to work. I don't remember getting my goodbye kiss. I don't even care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find a really cute outfit for the end of the month when I go out with my friends. I told Jim already about my night out, so if he bitches, I'll just sweetly remind him that he had a month's notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating between this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=on589034-04p01v01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/on589034-04p01v01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=on579654-02p01v01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/on579654-02p01v01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this... not sure which color would look better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=on589034-06p01v01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/on589034-06p01v01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=on579654-00p01v01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/on579654-00p01v01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the white skirt, but I don't know if I'd rather have the green or the blue top. I'll wear a color coordinating cami underneath, white with the black skirt, black with the white skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how boring my life is. Lizzy is sleeping and I'm shopping for clothes that I can blow my paycheck on. And I wonder why I took the job at Old Navy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I took that pic from my phone and made another siggy for iV. I need to stop, my rotator's getting a bit full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chrissy-bb-siggy22.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/chrissy-bb-siggy22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy really is so sweet. She's really starting to LOVE giving kisses to everyone. She plays hard to get around the boys though. Today when she got up, I took her jammies off since they were soaked in pee. She went to her dresser and picked out a white tank top and said 'here mommy, shirt!" We put it on and then she went back and found some pants. She actually matched today!! Pink leggings and a white tank top. She's a fashionista like her momma. At least she didn't dress herself like she did this day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=straighthair.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/straighthair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, hello kitty pj pants and a neon striped shirt. Ahh, toddler fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to her sweetness though. When we went out for lunch yesterday she sat next to me in the booth. Before our lunch came she was standing up and leaning her head on my shoulder, and then she just started kissing. I think I got at least 20 kisses all over my shoulder and then a dozen more on my face. She was giving me hugs as well. Something about wet sloppy baby kisses is so irresistable. They're so cute I can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've wasted a half hour of my day writing this blog, I should return to the laundry. Oh how I wish I was Cinderella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-8853734850499715543?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8853734850499715543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=8853734850499715543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/8853734850499715543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/8853734850499715543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/treadmill.html' title='TREADMILL!!!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/bspot%20pics/th_on589034-04p01v01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-7901796835583318961</id><published>2008-07-30T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:58:38.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutha Ducka</title><content type='html'>So my lovely friend showed up this morning, only to go away by mid day. What the hell. So I figure fine, I'll just bring something alone JIC. Of course, I leave the house without anything. Just my mother ducking luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to lunch with Jim and his best friend Erick. He's also Lizzy's godfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/Great%20Wolf%20Lodge/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23lizzyanduncleerick.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/Great%20Wolf%20Lodge/23lizzyanduncleerick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know.. They look a lot alike.. yadda yadda. We get it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went to some diner down on Birney Ave in Scranton. It wasn't anything good, but the food servings were just too big. They gave my 2 year old like 9 chicken nuggets and a scoop of mashed potatoes so big it would feed 2 adults. Oh well, makes good leftover lunches that are easy to reheat! And Lord knows moms need ease. Jim and Erick ordered these insanely huge burgers with ham, onion rings, mushrooms, tomatoes, and the kitchen sink on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00786.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG00786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god I would have taken one bite and puked. Not those 2. Holy hell and Jim finished the entire thing. Erick almost did. I stuck with my turkey wrap sans tomato and couldn't even finish half of it. Then again I did steal some of Lizzy's mashed potatos. Something about potatoes mixed with milk and butter just makes me happy. I blame my period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate Uncle E bought Liz a bouncy ball and a friggon sticky ball from the little quarter machines. I hate those sticky things. Now I know why my mother detested me getting them. They make a god damned MESS! I still have sticky goo stuck to my jeans where she tried to bounce it off my leg. Good goin' Uncle E. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to E's house and I'm just sitting here bored out of my mind. He does have 2 cute ducks, they think one's a boy and one's a girl. They're about a month old. Pretty cute, and super soft. I got to pet a duck today for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00788.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG00788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00791.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG00791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm out in the middle of Thornhurst, aka bumblefuck USA so I have no cell phone service inside the house. I was so craving technology that I sat in the car for 10 minutes earlier when the internet went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm cranky, miserable, PMSing and ready to eat an entire bag of hershey's kisses. If only I had some Hershey's kisses... Maybe I'll settle for some chocolate skittles instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn I heard some quote before, but I couldn't find it. I made it into a blinkie anyway. I'm really into that lately, lol. I just use them on my AIM profile because who really wants to read through my entire graphic signature on iVillage. Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=love-blinkie-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/love-blinkie-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- but I have no problem boring you with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of iVillage, I'm so addicted to my mommy friends on April 06. They're amazing and so supportive and caring! I think we have the best playgroup on the entire iVillage parenting network! But I could be bias, as I've been with these ladies for 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I did take a mighty cute pic of Liz and myself at the diner. I love how blurry and artsy it looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG00784.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/IMG00784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-7901796835583318961?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7901796835583318961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=7901796835583318961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/7901796835583318961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/7901796835583318961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/mutha-ducka.html' title='Mutha Ducka'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/Great%20Wolf%20Lodge/th_23lizzyanduncleerick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4472411002519450925</id><published>2008-07-30T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:09:10.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoo-rah</title><content type='html'>I've never been so happy to see the old hag roll into town. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4472411002519450925?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4472411002519450925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4472411002519450925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4472411002519450925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4472411002519450925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/hoo-rah.html' title='Hoo-rah'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-3325123674508366028</id><published>2008-07-29T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:03:51.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good lord..</title><content type='html'>So I was browsing my myspace pics because we all know I can't sleep at night like a normal person. I'm running out of things to do! I realized that I may feel fat, but I can tell I've lost a few pounds or so since Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FamilyPortrait2007resize.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/FamilyPortrait2007resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meburnt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/meburnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me being crazy, but I can tell a difference. Yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-3325123674508366028?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3325123674508366028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=3325123674508366028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/3325123674508366028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/3325123674508366028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-lord.html' title='Good lord..'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-70669692316627587</id><published>2008-07-29T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:59:18.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one hell of a day</title><content type='html'>So I got a total of 4 hours of sleep last night. I've been going on coffee and caffiene mints all day. The day started fine, went to training at Old Navy and instantly fell in love. They're so relaxed, so laid back, with a killa dress code. They even have a couch in their break room. Hell yeah! Of course Jennifer's and my friend James was our trainer, and he saw us and said "No way, not my Sears girls!" Gave us a good laugh. So I'm already thrilled with my job!&lt;br /&gt;-reppin the ON-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=onemployee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/onemployee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home around 12:30, and make some lunch and eat on the back porch with Jim and Liz. I couldn't even finish my lunch I was feeling so nasty. I grabbed some water and a book and headed into the yard to just relax. I dozed off in my chair so I went back inside and took a HPT, which thank god was a BFN. (Home Pregnancy Test, Big Fat Negative) Just wanted to put my mind at ease. Not ready for another child right now. HELL WOULD FREEZE OVER FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my mind at ease, Jim, Liz and I crawled in bed and took a nap. Well I tried to. A few friends kept texting me asking how my job went, so I got maybe an hour of interrupted sleep. Boooooooo. I laid in bed for about 2 hours though, just texting and resting while Liz slept and Jim went off to cut the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy left the room and I checked my myspace. I had a message from my stepsister saying "Please Read ASAP" so I did. She told me to call her because my dad's in the hospital. My mind went crazy. My heart dropped below my pelvis and I started to cry. I called instantly and Lizzy comes in, asking "What's wrong mommy??". My dad has pnemonia, and some infection. He's also anemic and having a bad reaction to his diabetes medication. I just pray to god that he will be okay. He has to be, he just has to be. He's all I have left. I don't want to lose my daddy too.  I can't even see him tomorrow with Jim's and my day off, because he has plans to hang out with his best friend. I'm so mad, so hurt, so upset. I pray to God to watch over my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you read this, keep him in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, dinner's finally ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-70669692316627587?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/70669692316627587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=70669692316627587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/70669692316627587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/70669692316627587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-hell-of-day.html' title='one hell of a day'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-2066013421718105852</id><published>2008-07-28T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:33:17.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somersaults!</title><content type='html'>So here's the whole new somersault routine. She's quite proud of herself actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i203.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1047.flv"&gt;http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1047.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd upload the vid I just took of her dancing to "The Bad Touch" by the Bloodhound Gang but I'm sure I'd get CPS called on me, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-2066013421718105852?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2066013421718105852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=2066013421718105852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/2066013421718105852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/2066013421718105852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/somersaults.html' title='Somersaults!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-1946039757494443269</id><published>2008-07-28T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:57:23.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Mondays.</title><content type='html'>Title says it all. I hate Mondays. The beginning of the week. The laundry day. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even go to sleep until like 2am today because of certain people .:.youuuuu.:. so I'm dead tired. I'm thinking I'm going to take a nap today, at least this afternoon when the husband gets home from work and takes his daily afternoon nap. Must be nice .:.grumble.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start my job at Old Navy at the bright and early time of 8am. 8-12, that's not a bad starting shift to do some training and orientation I'd assume. I'm just so tickled to be able to wear cool stylish clothes and JEANS to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pee yesterday and when I was pulling my pants up of course my belt fell in the damn toilet. That was the highlight of my day, haha. Thank god it's cloth and can be washed, so into the machine it went. It irritates me because this crap only happens to me. At least I didnt' drop my cellphone in the toilet like Brittany did, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit with BIL went okay. It was quite boring, so I came back to our bedroom to chat with some friends and work on my Sex and the City blinkie. Jim and Liz passed out in bed, so I just took my laptop and sat on the back porch in the sunshine. It was so relaxing, and I thank technology for wireless routers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating on what to wear tomorrow shirt wise. I'm thinking my new jeans that are super nice and slim me up a bit, and a pink shirt. I love pink shirts. I own too many.  Most of my clothes are black and white though, thanks to Sears, so I still have to incorporate them in my work wardrobe. Thank goodness they look good with jeans. I got the cutest blue slip on sneakers at Payless last Wednesday after Jennifer and I got the job. They were on clearance for $9, so how can you beat that for comfortable sneaks? That's right, you can't! I so can't wait to go back to work. I've been so bored these past 5 days but at least they flew by! Maybe that means the month will fly by.... hmm, I'm hoping! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 weeks until my road trip with Britt. I'm quite excited to get away. I'm sure my dad will be thrilled to see Liz and I. I feel bad for leaving Jim at home, but I just need a break, plus he has to work. Plus then he gets a whole weekend where I'm not begging the guy for sex. That's a whole 'nother rant there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  guess I should get off my arse and do something productive, like finishing this load of laundry, or dressing Liz. She is quite content to stay in her dora nightgown though, so maybe I'll just allow that for the day. Not like we're going anywhere anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-1946039757494443269?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1946039757494443269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=1946039757494443269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1946039757494443269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1946039757494443269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-mondays.html' title='I hate Mondays.'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-3232133611843464955</id><published>2008-07-27T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:16:54.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS Brush!</title><content type='html'>So I remembered how to make my own brush in adobe, and it worked! Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=satc22.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/satc22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I like the skyline in it or not. I do, but idk if it's too busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-3232133611843464955?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3232133611843464955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=3232133611843464955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/3232133611843464955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/3232133611843464955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/ps-brush.html' title='PS Brush!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/th_satc22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4087703685438061975</id><published>2008-07-27T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:00:34.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres Bored</title><content type='html'>So I'm extremely bored. I have siggy requests that I need to fulfill and yet I can't even use the computer with all my fonts and brushes on it. Grr. My brother in law and his girlfriend are comming over this afternoon, so Lizzy should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Lizzy she's prancing around naked in a diaper, with sandals and a winter hat on her head. Hm, she's definatly ready for the catwalk in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my book I got at Borders. That was an amazing book. It's called "Spin the Bottle" and it's just a VERY good read. Best $4.23 I ever spent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. Tomorrow is my last day as an umemployed bum!! I simply cannot wait to start my job at Old Navy. The workers in there are super cool and I can't wait to make new friends! Sears can suck my left butt cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until September. Cooler air, fall smells, and the realization that I'll be 22 in a month! Also some friends are comming into the area so we're going to get together and see the town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did make myself another blinkie to use on my IV sites of that quote that Jenn made me fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=satc.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/satc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gunna put the skyline of NYC after "Sex and the City" but I couldn't find a brush, or a graphic that looked right. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy has this vandetta against me combing her hair. She screamed bloody murder today just because I wanted to brush the tangles out. I told her she was lucky I wasn't like MY mother, who would rip the brush through my hair until I practically bled. Guess that's the curse, uhh, I mean BLESSING of curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;methinks I should bow out now though. I should go make myself look presentable in jeans and a tshirt instead of shorts and an old tank top. Plus my face could use some makeup. Right before my friend visits for the month I look like a farking teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4087703685438061975?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4087703685438061975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4087703685438061975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4087703685438061975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4087703685438061975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/tres-bored.html' title='Tres Bored'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/th_satc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4440953678116411872</id><published>2008-07-26T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:30:37.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://i203.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1047.flv"&gt;http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1047.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this quote that a friend of mine had on her away message. How much more true can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with...&lt;br /&gt; - Carrie, Sex &amp;amp; The City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4440953678116411872?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4440953678116411872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4440953678116411872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4440953678116411872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4440953678116411872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-2082277791354437289</id><published>2008-07-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:48:38.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello my name is Christine...</title><content type='html'>And I'm addicted to adobe photoshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always searching the IV siggy makers board for new ideas. Check my latest creation that I just made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chrissy-swirly.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/chrissy-swirly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I know I rock. I've come a long way from my paintshop crap I made while pregnant with Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Liz, check out my rear facing chica last Saturday on the way to Aunt Britty's grad party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lizzyrfing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/lizzyrfing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took much convincing from me for Jim to let me turn her back to RFing. I ended up showing him the youtube video about the dangers of forward facing too early and I think he finally understood. She's quite content looking out the rear window, so why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now had my cartilage done for a week. I was so afraid of getting it done, but really, there was nothing to be worried about. It felt like a pinch and then burned and then NOTHING! I can even sleep on it, and people say it hurts too much. Um, okay? I think it's purdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cartilage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/cartilage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this has been a quite boring day thus far. Hoping it'll rain later and the child and I can go splash in puddles. She loves rain and loves to climb up on the back of the couch to stare out the bay window to watch it rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this morning I was awaken by flashing red lights on our walls and a beeping sound. Freaked out, I looked out our bedroom window and saw a cop car in our driveway by the road, with his lights on. Surrounding our area on the road was a firetruck, EMT van, ambulance, and 2 fire marshall's trucks. I have NO idea what went on, but shortly after I started watching they all left. The Ambulance went up our side road, so guessing he was taking someone to the hospital. I'm curious if it was an accident or if a neighbor is ill or something worse. I'll have to ask the mother in law when she gets home from work, as she left like 5 minutes before I saw the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've exhausted all my thoughts, I guess I'll go back to my mindless searching of things to do on photoshop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-2082277791354437289?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2082277791354437289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=2082277791354437289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/2082277791354437289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/2082277791354437289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-my-name-is-christine.html' title='Hello my name is Christine...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/siggys/th_chrissy-swirly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-4534483251935982254</id><published>2008-07-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:07:31.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mio Mao</title><content type='html'>So my child is totally addicted to this "Mio Mao" show on BabyFirst TV. It's 2 clay cats that get into mischeif. It's kinda cute actually. She literally goes CRAZY if you even start to hum the theme song, which is pretty damn catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0957.flv"&gt;http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0957.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i203.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-4534483251935982254?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4534483251935982254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=4534483251935982254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4534483251935982254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/4534483251935982254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/mio-mao.html' title='Mio Mao'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-5314786920455382857</id><published>2008-07-25T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:09:34.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bestie!</title><content type='html'>So my bestie and I are going on a road trip in 2 weeks. I cannot wait! It'll be the 3 girls. Me, Liz, and her :) Lizzy adores her Aunt Brittany! We're going up to see my dad and my old high school friends. Word!!! I'm so excited :) We're going to just chill with my dad and go see my other bestie Jackie (who's having my niece or nephew come winter!!) and go shopping and hang like girls do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a weekend away from drama and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meandbritt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa13/chrissyz106/meandbritt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, people always mistook us for sisters when we worked together. I don't see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-5314786920455382857?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5314786920455382857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=5314786920455382857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5314786920455382857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/5314786920455382857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-bestie.html' title='My bestie!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-2544761565668289987</id><published>2008-07-25T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:40:40.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they let me take Liz home from the hospital...</title><content type='html'>Little bitta background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hamster. He's a boy. He's a few months old. His name is Snurfles. Liz loves to play with him every morning after breakfast. There's the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I was in my mad cleaning spree. I realized our poor hamster's cage hadn't been cleaned in awhile, so I cleaned it out for him. I put him in his yellow rolly ball to let him roam the house while his cage dried and such and to give the little fatty some exercise. We played tag with the vacuum for awhlie (he must love it- he kept rolling towards me while I was vacuuming) and then he dropped into the living room. We have a small step down into the living room, so I knew he was safe there and couldn't leave the living room. (He's still in his ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo fast forward to this morning. Lizzy was done with breakfast and she went to Snurfles' cage and said "nurfles?? NURFLESSSSS???" and I looked in there, thinking he was sleeping. His food wasn't touched so I got worried. Then it hit me. I NEVER PUT HIM BACK IN HIS CAGE LAST NIGHT!!! So I'm frantically searching our living room, behind the couch and under tables until I found him huddled back by the bay window, still in his rolly ball. He's fine, he's alive, and happy to be back in his little comfy cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the worst hamster mother ever! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-2544761565668289987?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2544761565668289987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=2544761565668289987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/2544761565668289987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/2544761565668289987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-they-let-me-take-liz-home-from.html' title='And they let me take Liz home from the hospital...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279560954779952535.post-1415822041823980487</id><published>2008-07-24T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:54:01.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing.. 1 2 3!</title><content type='html'>So we'll try this AGAIN. I lost my passwords and crap for my old blog, so whatev. Here I am again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a creative outlet to let my juices flow, wether they be good or bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome to the blog of me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6279560954779952535-1415822041823980487?l=onehellahotmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1415822041823980487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6279560954779952535&amp;postID=1415822041823980487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1415822041823980487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6279560954779952535/posts/default/1415822041823980487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehellahotmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/testing-1-2-3.html' title='Testing.. 1 2 3!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16575878664343367088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjjeq2ywFt0/TUWIKrYV1cI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Gra90aWzJw/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
