tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91087648573045197712024-03-12T16:15:53.967-07:00What a butterfly might say......christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-61587946173623784562010-02-10T08:57:00.001-08:002010-02-10T08:59:15.487-08:00party plansNot much going on here. Trying to prepare for Desiree's 11th birthday.<br />She is having a skating party. I am not real good at making decisions, like decorations or food.. So I will be agonizing over this all week.<br /><br />christy Cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-65645847903240433592010-02-04T06:16:00.000-08:002010-02-04T07:06:32.753-08:00Advice to a 14 year old girl named Lost<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKo0XtwN0j9lc_kqNfPbrfa24u4KulFN93XEPIorH_ZBjxsD078UnoX-wGoaYyHWJ_Buz9xKLnP34AC1mpVbpZ74G0Pynd6iKh4uuC8RafQC8Eh6dUE-oj_z0m0AetWXmZOtFJiQgTudzf/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKo0XtwN0j9lc_kqNfPbrfa24u4KulFN93XEPIorH_ZBjxsD078UnoX-wGoaYyHWJ_Buz9xKLnP34AC1mpVbpZ74G0Pynd6iKh4uuC8RafQC8Eh6dUE-oj_z0m0AetWXmZOtFJiQgTudzf/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434404859000954914" /></a><br /><br />Dear Lost, <br /><br /> Will you stop? Just slow down and listen for once. I know you think you know everything already but trust me you don't. And it so hard living a life full of regrets.<br /><br /> You think growing up fast is the answer. Just get it over with, that's what they all say. And you'll spend your life just getting it over with, missing everything. Your not cherishing the things God has given you. <br /><br /> Your mama loves you. You know she right about...Everything! She knows you better than you could ever know yourself. So stop treating her like she is from another planet. Tell her you love her because you don't say it enough and you can't say it enough. Believe it or not she will one day be your best friend and your biggest fan.<br /> <br /> Be patient with your daddy. I know it feels like he wants to control you but he is pretty scared right now. He is losing his little girls. So give him a break. <br /><br /> I know sisters can be a pain but you need to remember no friend can replace them. They will always be there. So be there for them.<br /><br /> Friends are important when you 14. They are the ones you share your hopes and dreams with. But I have a warning for you, don't put all hopes and dreams into one person because she will let you down. Just remember misery loves company. <br /><br /> You will look back years from now and wish for more. More time to spend with your mama, more coaching from your daddy, lots more barbie time and girl talk with your sisters. But you can't turn back time. The path your own is bumpy and curvy at best. You will come to many forks in the road and wonder which way you should go. Trust in your heart and you will always find happiness.<br /><br /> <br /> Love,<br /> Foundchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-69127781035810148002010-02-01T04:55:00.001-08:002010-02-01T05:37:07.852-08:00Google gameGot this from my sister's blog. Thanks Carrie!<br /><br />Favorite drink<br />Cherry Coke<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-PDc7zFdq2PCMW5DrUqsesLv9qGNDQt7dAUKcMaPDBIUXkQQZpqPbm0ilSQ2mZvvK4sJ1u7BxPHO63yndp23zm0JsFmO7_VQu5XgxoySYfbbR_SF-Amq8eyDWZ9EDx6_X0JA9TelpYff/s1600-h/cc.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-PDc7zFdq2PCMW5DrUqsesLv9qGNDQt7dAUKcMaPDBIUXkQQZpqPbm0ilSQ2mZvvK4sJ1u7BxPHO63yndp23zm0JsFmO7_VQu5XgxoySYfbbR_SF-Amq8eyDWZ9EDx6_X0JA9TelpYff/s200/cc.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433267410647369826" /></a><br />Favorite Show<br />Glee<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLSNiWpE66_xI1-h5k5jUOOg4F5E_uqKhhD1nBJ2QDATEwicostcxwKgwOrp3Mg5ygtVMDYo64qMu1k4G9GkP4OLLxlWoiNNyuiFxz-6up5-8Ge0J-8N1zcZHJp4_NHXmAMRFwDJz-HXe/s1600-h/promo_glee_dvd_midseason.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 60px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLSNiWpE66_xI1-h5k5jUOOg4F5E_uqKhhD1nBJ2QDATEwicostcxwKgwOrp3Mg5ygtVMDYo64qMu1k4G9GkP4OLLxlWoiNNyuiFxz-6up5-8Ge0J-8N1zcZHJp4_NHXmAMRFwDJz-HXe/s200/promo_glee_dvd_midseason.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433267603939158322" /></a><br /><br />Occupation<br />Someday nurse<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUY5iNTnR6pxipMdmygUCzsMQa1ZAMPMxxbwqcOLXuun8AB8RBt9eLhYyaA8rjsHUZfGJ9lraFUmdaM-lMMzLr0BoDDJ8yF3Jg27unc805yWM_I5B6rRSnCL0RiUR8bzlsQ9Y8Z5WZnHg/s1600-h/nursing.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUY5iNTnR6pxipMdmygUCzsMQa1ZAMPMxxbwqcOLXuun8AB8RBt9eLhYyaA8rjsHUZfGJ9lraFUmdaM-lMMzLr0BoDDJ8yF3Jg27unc805yWM_I5B6rRSnCL0RiUR8bzlsQ9Y8Z5WZnHg/s200/nursing.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433267733685086434" /></a><br /><br />Car I had as a teenager<br />85' chevy cavalier<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQ6muNCsCxf74kaZyJ9Y9vxM93nDxMq5DTIScoBGu9sZAe2syiAcm6DncM-cwIqfimRK1V38zJHp0iVQkM1MPFLWVs4M2sksE-SaBxIxCO4zfEWRi0zgxuWYQlq84f2VItoF-0pyr9hNT/s1600-h/chevrolet-cavalier-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 88px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQ6muNCsCxf74kaZyJ9Y9vxM93nDxMq5DTIScoBGu9sZAe2syiAcm6DncM-cwIqfimRK1V38zJHp0iVQkM1MPFLWVs4M2sksE-SaBxIxCO4zfEWRi0zgxuWYQlq84f2VItoF-0pyr9hNT/s200/chevrolet-cavalier-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433267827303696722" /></a><br />Favorite meal<br />Pizza with my cherry coke<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5qWr0L2qIz04YpKhf09p2rQJcOjGoKZW7cY5r2o6HLAQdacOKwIPyvT1vDTf5cYycw1kJoYt96OPyvNbUSZtMIsjQwOlAheApaaPf_kNpDFRCgVQJP0SQNDAnaO4uLelYCIytSifqal3/s1600-h/pizza.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5qWr0L2qIz04YpKhf09p2rQJcOjGoKZW7cY5r2o6HLAQdacOKwIPyvT1vDTf5cYycw1kJoYt96OPyvNbUSZtMIsjQwOlAheApaaPf_kNpDFRCgVQJP0SQNDAnaO4uLelYCIytSifqal3/s200/pizza.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433267962478238242" /></a><br /><br />Celebrity look alike<br />Camilia Belle or Michelle Branch<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNocvJJNrlYWmAZw3Xr3hgfRDG8cdYFZzSqHCseUn0yrw3jfu7wiOqjMYMHH_tZD_xnKnT6sonnx03u_ayasLhKiqnxqlCfHxtez-0tWaVGOnvainq7p644PqWT5IoJJ17jaY-HMweH98/s1600-h/michelle+branch.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNocvJJNrlYWmAZw3Xr3hgfRDG8cdYFZzSqHCseUn0yrw3jfu7wiOqjMYMHH_tZD_xnKnT6sonnx03u_ayasLhKiqnxqlCfHxtez-0tWaVGOnvainq7p644PqWT5IoJJ17jaY-HMweH98/s200/michelle+branch.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433268102044703538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJH1C5Ne44HW6gAa9l7z1qLY012RFbvmNt-jgkcCLD-sTBqd4bHXF7qscI9KP5dR3dfN4FOpX75Q0RPFTNUSNjv6BWsqw8hkvxntpvOjHhhyvBtAdHSroGVh2v4VxE8wAdFrldy5UecaW/s1600-h/c.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJH1C5Ne44HW6gAa9l7z1qLY012RFbvmNt-jgkcCLD-sTBqd4bHXF7qscI9KP5dR3dfN4FOpX75Q0RPFTNUSNjv6BWsqw8hkvxntpvOjHhhyvBtAdHSroGVh2v4VxE8wAdFrldy5UecaW/s200/c.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433268097660256066" /></a><br /><br />Celebrity Crush<br />Brad in Legends of the fall<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGct5U0qOqw_5GOPSkUibHSwfa-u5bjZIQbHCAKhyphenhypheni1bHKvydudtD50Y9ddMsqPQ7RVF_BSOORbW7ocK3mNYPeJOOydlvnGjDnchsiZ2t18uh4RjvcQHHAP4EeHc37z8jJluhY0gEKnGtK/s1600-h/brad.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGct5U0qOqw_5GOPSkUibHSwfa-u5bjZIQbHCAKhyphenhypheni1bHKvydudtD50Y9ddMsqPQ7RVF_BSOORbW7ocK3mNYPeJOOydlvnGjDnchsiZ2t18uh4RjvcQHHAP4EeHc37z8jJluhY0gEKnGtK/s200/brad.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433268250940282082" /></a><br />Favorite childhood toy<br />Eleroo<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyKUrpohAGI9yzUh9yAQZ58i2WACkEcoUlJ_6ZdCJELLZBteE4kML_xSEyM7BGRcn3MvG5BSuwjhX2-zoLeulkcEKtMH-vLrHRtYg4cP2F-831LBhJINPAt4pKjaTdZVZtqylZ_TWc3vX/s1600-h/eleroo.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyKUrpohAGI9yzUh9yAQZ58i2WACkEcoUlJ_6ZdCJELLZBteE4kML_xSEyM7BGRcn3MvG5BSuwjhX2-zoLeulkcEKtMH-vLrHRtYg4cP2F-831LBhJINPAt4pKjaTdZVZtqylZ_TWc3vX/s200/eleroo.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433268256488418690" /></a><br /><br />Christy Cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-88820304676198467782010-01-28T13:08:00.000-08:002010-01-28T13:22:55.468-08:00Looking at yesterday's post, I am afraid of what I may say today. Thanks for the advice but I have tried almost everything to get sleep. Nothing seems to help. What sucks the most is by the next day I am so exhausted that I can't put any of my good ideas to use. I lucky that I can go on this blog and talk whether anyone listening or not. <br />How can I put this night time has always been this long journey for me. As a child I spent endless nights crying and fighting off the wicked witch of the west. Only to end up in the comfort of my parents bed. As I got older I let night become a safe place for my imagination to take over. I remember praying to see an angel and there above my bed an angel hovered around me and I felt safe. As I have had children, it's the night terrors that shake me the most. Or it's my husband who is really shaken up by these dreams. I wake up screaming, being attacked by insects, spiders mostly but they are so real to me and during them my eyes are wide open. So for me being plagued<br />by information that could be useful is some sorta relief. Lucky me, right. Okay, done for now.<br /><br />Christy Cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-58237758323755627402010-01-27T05:01:00.000-08:002010-01-27T05:52:57.703-08:00INSOMNIA GIRL!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNfcL1de-5l35pQDrJMnMLD2OTXqhUxKL41bctGNARIveKgkZSMJ0AkfQ6VB7Ja0XOoos3NZupgKxCO5XpRGfR2pX5X8bmmiqqqlmhqPIAWGGhxfQRINs7gdiKY18ORM1h6jPtgKdFd8MP/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNfcL1de-5l35pQDrJMnMLD2OTXqhUxKL41bctGNARIveKgkZSMJ0AkfQ6VB7Ja0XOoos3NZupgKxCO5XpRGfR2pX5X8bmmiqqqlmhqPIAWGGhxfQRINs7gdiKY18ORM1h6jPtgKdFd8MP/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431417228184182594" /></a><br />So, I can't sleep at night. What is wrong with me? It's like I think of nothing all day long but the minute I hit the sheets something comes over me and I become a genius or something. I think of crazy things,Like how to stop world hunger or have world peace. Okay,Okay maybe nothing that important. I have to figure out a way to harness this power for good. Maybe a super hero persona would be my best bet. INSOMNIA GIRL! "Thinking at night when everyone is asleep". No, that's not really the best catch phrase. I don't know if ya'll can come up with something let me know. I am open to suggestion, considering apparently my brain turns off at sunrise. Well, I think I will go rest my mind for awhile.<br /><br />Christy Cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-53369855609841208742010-01-26T07:07:00.000-08:002010-01-26T07:17:05.541-08:0090's add onHere are some pics of me in my 90's glory.<br />16th birthday and no I am not pregnant. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUfV1Gs21skL8HRvE5ZwFaJiIiywEwS-nIMWeoCw6YBRqBnTXdsoGXdmftbBdYSZ9eUvDGbpW_sVdxXcNLwUJx-RrniMr5SfCr-DM_uqk2-hHso0p7HnsTIOJoIQJysqhZJFyrGleBomN/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUfV1Gs21skL8HRvE5ZwFaJiIiywEwS-nIMWeoCw6YBRqBnTXdsoGXdmftbBdYSZ9eUvDGbpW_sVdxXcNLwUJx-RrniMr5SfCr-DM_uqk2-hHso0p7HnsTIOJoIQJysqhZJFyrGleBomN/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431065657738676738" /></a><br />Coke Cola rocks? And sabagoes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3miM_zwbdaeAMXbq4xMEVYu2wOLKAbjuxmfg_KkHnexTjbvpVS7Ml-KU9pcefpgtAT7YouOmfBHY6DGgPIiT5cx5ysYxvSw2vc9GdpdjBCeu9swBJgDZrhVs5WtCFQNjGbPFFKa7rw2lY/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3miM_zwbdaeAMXbq4xMEVYu2wOLKAbjuxmfg_KkHnexTjbvpVS7Ml-KU9pcefpgtAT7YouOmfBHY6DGgPIiT5cx5ysYxvSw2vc9GdpdjBCeu9swBJgDZrhVs5WtCFQNjGbPFFKa7rw2lY/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431066638816958450" /></a><br />Matchy, matchy outfits and Sam and Libby's <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhi5OJkw5mnfWh7OM4RX-qN4QLcQisNnxtEPtT0Zx6wJSS3K0NfDktXMfBo-AnWXdMeJ6ykk1nk_8RHrvIucwqap3vAt95CLfl6Y0O10l7FQb8wSaLUWVyeNJ4z5lMwVHoXemHsVQYYYKh/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhi5OJkw5mnfWh7OM4RX-qN4QLcQisNnxtEPtT0Zx6wJSS3K0NfDktXMfBo-AnWXdMeJ6ykk1nk_8RHrvIucwqap3vAt95CLfl6Y0O10l7FQb8wSaLUWVyeNJ4z5lMwVHoXemHsVQYYYKh/s200/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431067028831649026" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRBoSIjE2-fK20iUKDpC8tf4oKZn6ufTrNOQMh5bNvvm9nK4j_bP3RKcro74DRd52E1qRSC3XAGZb2c7B5Qw9RMbDghw9qZPZ0UMZ6Sr33eS8cGyXlCac59Xk_-Ehv2IlYUsAirczkBz7/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRBoSIjE2-fK20iUKDpC8tf4oKZn6ufTrNOQMh5bNvvm9nK4j_bP3RKcro74DRd52E1qRSC3XAGZb2c7B5Qw9RMbDghw9qZPZ0UMZ6Sr33eS8cGyXlCac59Xk_-Ehv2IlYUsAirczkBz7/s200/scan0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431067386813347794" /></a><br />Windbreakers.. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3u_rBX6EKY6Aw4Wdmt9NXq7QhkLWKY1vtdNQMXMXCgT3n4b-8_dTrqQJlGjHN8whlVqGVFsV0MSJISKvnuabran5CxUBrfT4YzU2O3Z50WmXYAaMXxPvpguZDgUMwxekltG8WGPmXnTN/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3u_rBX6EKY6Aw4Wdmt9NXq7QhkLWKY1vtdNQMXMXCgT3n4b-8_dTrqQJlGjHN8whlVqGVFsV0MSJISKvnuabran5CxUBrfT4YzU2O3Z50WmXYAaMXxPvpguZDgUMwxekltG8WGPmXnTN/s200/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431067538788089746" /></a><br /><br />Those are mine, show me yours.<br />Christy cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-20449383125300329252010-01-26T05:36:00.001-08:002010-01-26T09:26:58.486-08:00A 90's RemixThis is what I remember the 90's to be. I was in middle school and High school in the 90's. What do you remember?<br />Beavis And Butthead<br />Yes I know but it is classic 90's. So watch and remember when you thought it was funny. And you know you did.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGkeVINn_Ag&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGkeVINn_Ag&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />REN AND STIMPY<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXuV2ZMfu_I&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXuV2ZMfu_I&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Blossom one of my favorite show's and Joey's was always nice to look at.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Rgk3zveyJvFyf0nFZOJoGJoiPBDzFlfjjlkPzMWLwfkIbSPLBKrhVEewrelcWzUi8BEkVZaecjn9u-ElEaEdW9_5Fu1pSwBlbPoIpAriHgcE6GezocRNHdmN1jTNd3q8X_KxfDQbO-KG/s1600-h/blossom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Rgk3zveyJvFyf0nFZOJoGJoiPBDzFlfjjlkPzMWLwfkIbSPLBKrhVEewrelcWzUi8BEkVZaecjn9u-ElEaEdW9_5Fu1pSwBlbPoIpAriHgcE6GezocRNHdmN1jTNd3q8X_KxfDQbO-KG/s200/blossom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431045296659257890" /></a><br />90210 one of the only shows from way back then that will stop me in my tracks to this day. And by the way the New 90210 sucks!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRZwF01U15WufyRdfeaqOdifHcJBrE1Defr9R5GvWyunn5Y0fX0np1DjAvJQue5pH1LGNtjY04tWNoMrfbUmT0JgBdMJZgYzThiCLIFNd2fjd3KJSY-HjNhvhsfhePKfseXFJkiT-p9hO/s1600-h/bh90210.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRZwF01U15WufyRdfeaqOdifHcJBrE1Defr9R5GvWyunn5Y0fX0np1DjAvJQue5pH1LGNtjY04tWNoMrfbUmT0JgBdMJZgYzThiCLIFNd2fjd3KJSY-HjNhvhsfhePKfseXFJkiT-p9hO/s200/bh90210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431045924270125346" /></a><br />My So Called Life<br />Loved it and Jared Leto is still hot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyPSSUEWVndDmtaJKu-1cjy-SNtaaBkA14nhA55WacYGA407SCPrWZHDTIxrBQfDeoE7LezFko4RqbPxkqEjnYBWTTb30gWyCk5BMQuwFasWa0sntw4UEdeiGLuSXT_nXwJY4ItFL040Z/s1600-h/my+so+called+life.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyPSSUEWVndDmtaJKu-1cjy-SNtaaBkA14nhA55WacYGA407SCPrWZHDTIxrBQfDeoE7LezFko4RqbPxkqEjnYBWTTb30gWyCk5BMQuwFasWa0sntw4UEdeiGLuSXT_nXwJY4ItFL040Z/s200/my+so+called+life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431046124878684626" /></a><br />Clueless (And I was)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nE1bbvNyN_6PoBA3F0E_yz6h8I2a9pPrMbyUt6mGO2w4RcTYH0XRARqYdfuc0USkZeXDO4sp-aW4XM4sFuCJ672vjsvoULtlpbS9IHW7RWty5U6Q5aEv_bgXNczUfi2bdcjO2m5ctiDN/s1600-h/MV5BNjQxNTA1NjE5Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwOTMwNzE5._V1._SX98_SY140_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nE1bbvNyN_6PoBA3F0E_yz6h8I2a9pPrMbyUt6mGO2w4RcTYH0XRARqYdfuc0USkZeXDO4sp-aW4XM4sFuCJ672vjsvoULtlpbS9IHW7RWty5U6Q5aEv_bgXNczUfi2bdcjO2m5ctiDN/s200/MV5BNjQxNTA1NjE5Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwOTMwNzE5._V1._SX98_SY140_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431046399263274338" /></a><br />Fashion Anyone<br />Overalls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxQhaAwYxCdlsD8p5BmI83o4lMyk657NGivwTIVwzn1qe5uRzEq9uLuBZrna7FEbj1trSmKbCgg1Nzc5_v0sSDKixuesx7we9Fv-znRXDUXsoGIMT8Qgg5UlQqc6-37eJHwZZ-HwyCvzi/s1600-h/a4299i1_Overalls-149.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxQhaAwYxCdlsD8p5BmI83o4lMyk657NGivwTIVwzn1qe5uRzEq9uLuBZrna7FEbj1trSmKbCgg1Nzc5_v0sSDKixuesx7we9Fv-znRXDUXsoGIMT8Qgg5UlQqc6-37eJHwZZ-HwyCvzi/s200/a4299i1_Overalls-149.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431046687120671426" /></a><br />combat boots<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQpllV5gLBnWLbyaRihmS_iHOR2DjiwpKiqjHy0TYDANhjmggmasGJSAFM5rAF8TdnSqXHnGEKy0D1h_qZ1fdXUtxq1lcxvMwD3DYAS5VyZNZH5w9iH8gQg9Rk_MigFiavVx8kzvq6eP7/s1600-h/Combat_boots_3227_390x191.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQpllV5gLBnWLbyaRihmS_iHOR2DjiwpKiqjHy0TYDANhjmggmasGJSAFM5rAF8TdnSqXHnGEKy0D1h_qZ1fdXUtxq1lcxvMwD3DYAS5VyZNZH5w9iH8gQg9Rk_MigFiavVx8kzvq6eP7/s200/Combat_boots_3227_390x191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431046856170306962" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQpllV5gLBnWLbyaRihmS_iHOR2DjiwpKiqjHy0TYDANhjmggmasGJSAFM5rAF8TdnSqXHnGEKy0D1h_qZ1fdXUtxq1lcxvMwD3DYAS5VyZNZH5w9iH8gQg9Rk_MigFiavVx8kzvq6eP7/s1600-h/Combat_boots_3227_390x191.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfQpllV5gLBnWLbyaRihmS_iHOR2DjiwpKiqjHy0TYDANhjmggmasGJSAFM5rAF8TdnSqXHnGEKy0D1h_qZ1fdXUtxq1lcxvMwD3DYAS5VyZNZH5w9iH8gQg9Rk_MigFiavVx8kzvq6eP7/s200/Combat_boots_3227_390x191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431046856170306962" /></a><br />Friendship Braceletts<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgq9XxZwBVpx81rVeiyaUGSLakh7Ofi7ayQSNRE377LMBIPNRk3y5Zif4PHY1mZo2lmYJu5malkbhgTHk1okD5hNcQcbX2pk-LL1NT7nve6BXqR7HsYoiezapUH6y7qZWk4-UxhBbz6dZc/s1600-h/Friendship_bracelets_3371_390x191.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgq9XxZwBVpx81rVeiyaUGSLakh7Ofi7ayQSNRE377LMBIPNRk3y5Zif4PHY1mZo2lmYJu5malkbhgTHk1okD5hNcQcbX2pk-LL1NT7nve6BXqR7HsYoiezapUH6y7qZWk4-UxhBbz6dZc/s200/Friendship_bracelets_3371_390x191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431047051547105842" /></a><br />KEDS <br />Begging your mom for no Catheads, Please! And maybe once gluing the blue keds logo on the back of a cheap pair. I said maybe...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBn7ULPaXzdPHZNauLdlbDQhJBLzqlX01xuuehtFGfiDq_fOD-sK9kk97HOOuNHdWbdg6q_xU_vbeTQsKWCmPdJFN3Eq_YEy7J74gb4NHYakw81wlskj_P5Ws8i2Qbd7OMcjcLxDZyIOQL/s1600-h/keds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBn7ULPaXzdPHZNauLdlbDQhJBLzqlX01xuuehtFGfiDq_fOD-sK9kk97HOOuNHdWbdg6q_xU_vbeTQsKWCmPdJFN3Eq_YEy7J74gb4NHYakw81wlskj_P5Ws8i2Qbd7OMcjcLxDZyIOQL/s200/keds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431047270700004354" /></a><br />Penny Loafers<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8jyJWvHi78H8ZsmLEWJNUmdq4kGRC-6lt7qipzj9Z9gnY8DfjdLLs_aEnX0iIt9K0hwZjiAfxbyahRwA-3AF23oNhZp1zPweAoWj33vwiKVP_OFbV0dNcH3tlX2NxT5XV9Tw_BOwdomBP/s1600-h/penny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8jyJWvHi78H8ZsmLEWJNUmdq4kGRC-6lt7qipzj9Z9gnY8DfjdLLs_aEnX0iIt9K0hwZjiAfxbyahRwA-3AF23oNhZp1zPweAoWj33vwiKVP_OFbV0dNcH3tlX2NxT5XV9Tw_BOwdomBP/s200/penny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431047900306635746" /></a><br /><br />Kool Aid hair dye <br />My fav Black Cherry<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig63C74q2reloTKCdkU-0ChpGlrXJi-J87E-sIi_f3sXpfhiFU_mAxSAGjWuBPrURGnm2juZdkmJYaey5FFs0kVqHTfBeWzuHlVusJS_8LrqcgLxsVNbsfvukzFVfImt7URZe1FN5sjmpd/s1600-h/kool+aide.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig63C74q2reloTKCdkU-0ChpGlrXJi-J87E-sIi_f3sXpfhiFU_mAxSAGjWuBPrURGnm2juZdkmJYaey5FFs0kVqHTfBeWzuHlVusJS_8LrqcgLxsVNbsfvukzFVfImt7URZe1FN5sjmpd/s200/kool+aide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431048454092980130" /></a><br /><br />Everything Grunge<br />Thanks Nirvana.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdoP8xql6_t65ju7Apd-D5ZHaQOGycaCR38LPVnlyCZTU9NFTjz-boxQtyTkib6xB_3FEqiy0z8XF5gmBqK5s54oCv-toiTT_IgcW8YDHa-dRhtcnw4sS8xT1uwpl7u7l0eH3wkGRq6ZFw/s1600-h/nirvana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdoP8xql6_t65ju7Apd-D5ZHaQOGycaCR38LPVnlyCZTU9NFTjz-boxQtyTkib6xB_3FEqiy0z8XF5gmBqK5s54oCv-toiTT_IgcW8YDHa-dRhtcnw4sS8xT1uwpl7u7l0eH3wkGRq6ZFw/s200/nirvana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431048993251483858" /></a><br /><br />Well this is what I remember from those days. Hope it brought back good memories.christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-26201789335387312532010-01-25T05:34:00.001-08:002010-01-25T05:39:25.489-08:00Tranformers, more than meets the eye..I just saw this video on another blog. And I was like what? I knew that models and actress weren't all they appeared to be, but this transformation was crazy. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on myself. After all I don't have a team of make up people or instant airbrushing. <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2gD80jv5ZQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2gD80jv5ZQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Christy Cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-36667474385816273952010-01-25T04:45:00.000-08:002010-01-25T05:06:41.094-08:00Thanks sis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcit6GTTDLvqDB9dFjbnxCGHZ8IpADzpYBtNy4CKuDUdRZM7NU6OGLs14w5XaeFC1ez8_4AlwTNQQatbd8ZZP7u9mDkDNVJeR0jnufZRr8W-gpROUBwBFvvmlu3Dq8Wbzw53SyzaWfjau/s1600-h/4175426886_ea8fdca898_m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcit6GTTDLvqDB9dFjbnxCGHZ8IpADzpYBtNy4CKuDUdRZM7NU6OGLs14w5XaeFC1ez8_4AlwTNQQatbd8ZZP7u9mDkDNVJeR0jnufZRr8W-gpROUBwBFvvmlu3Dq8Wbzw53SyzaWfjau/s200/4175426886_ea8fdca898_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430663077916955106" /></a><br /><br />I wanted to take a few moments to tell my sister Carrie thanks for featuring me on Friday and thanks for all the great comments. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNCEU1j9kWdWt5tn22v3grGmmIs8IfgFFrcbf16YPy76ciSoazNYu16soSV3lwmxVMaKrpgvrFpjrzrJgNVYtwcyIA5LkPMOfq4qNNTHirQYR7z6BkyLxv8FywZn8JXFULLtyc-PlyRNFJ/s1600-h/skafj.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNCEU1j9kWdWt5tn22v3grGmmIs8IfgFFrcbf16YPy76ciSoazNYu16soSV3lwmxVMaKrpgvrFpjrzrJgNVYtwcyIA5LkPMOfq4qNNTHirQYR7z6BkyLxv8FywZn8JXFULLtyc-PlyRNFJ/s200/skafj.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430662105185595378" /></a><br />My weekend was rained out. I hate to say this but I am sick to death of rain. This every other day crap is really getting to me. I NEED SUNSHINE, PLEASE! I am a whole other shade of pale, right now. I was out a few days ago and I had someone try to stack me, its bad. Sorry that was a bad joke, it sounded better in my head. Which is where most of my thoughts should stay. lol <br />I did give Desiree, my daughter a new hairstyle. We were watching this new show MY LIFE AS LIZ and she loved the girls hair. Here is a picture...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbQntzYQxV6V_fI0L77XsT4tXvAd3HAPgdHQ7PI3lsw7B0yz7LbxCToFDNyHHqeM6vYw33YRqufqKd2mW_-_Ta_HsU2AFWv576wyJZ1UU_maUS7MU9Ip-9oeW2H3Z08eS2Uovh1lTGiqN/s1600-h/456x330.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbQntzYQxV6V_fI0L77XsT4tXvAd3HAPgdHQ7PI3lsw7B0yz7LbxCToFDNyHHqeM6vYw33YRqufqKd2mW_-_Ta_HsU2AFWv576wyJZ1UU_maUS7MU9Ip-9oeW2H3Z08eS2Uovh1lTGiqN/s200/456x330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430660787023620466" /></a><br />I could not bring myself to color her hair quite that red but its red and the cut looks great on her. I will take a picture soon and post it. <br /><br />Christy Cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-3043266493517678202010-01-21T04:56:00.000-08:002010-01-22T04:38:22.004-08:00All things 80's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoihtVr2sSBTpulTS27k-rjM91prfCmzcGNYYrpI5ZA4ySxPk4_DAShi4x70fSUxopFkI5pkMRBpSidm_Rw29LPWM8BwsblFnSIZ5PZ6lODDyRBr4ISKoebfF0MWGWC5FRqMuGEBu-__KE/s1600-h/pegged-jeans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoihtVr2sSBTpulTS27k-rjM91prfCmzcGNYYrpI5ZA4ySxPk4_DAShi4x70fSUxopFkI5pkMRBpSidm_Rw29LPWM8BwsblFnSIZ5PZ6lODDyRBr4ISKoebfF0MWGWC5FRqMuGEBu-__KE/s200/pegged-jeans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429542509033993346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKBCaE2PIWcf_1kdutPA5XV2N7KgMf5FdQCrfMJGdeRL0WMY-NVNbr69V8KxuZ699NlVsWTsh8KbI8abaSJxyeo5IpPOvbBbz3Z6USc3gO_1CTywTVpNc-2xsvdmde-t6pP1DaaH724jd/s1600-h/papasmurf.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKBCaE2PIWcf_1kdutPA5XV2N7KgMf5FdQCrfMJGdeRL0WMY-NVNbr69V8KxuZ699NlVsWTsh8KbI8abaSJxyeo5IpPOvbBbz3Z6USc3gO_1CTywTVpNc-2xsvdmde-t6pP1DaaH724jd/s200/papasmurf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429542441336429026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtNTEO_-FzRuSljbHE0UdrXI3g5saE0-C9D2LD-W_sn_WTTHiSjH-mQSr6YXiDj1IYTxE9pP-uHqkbaxDRSwCXEKbff0fjHufyEf9DkRjYTGJGPxdCc7Tzt6t_mp9uCJWZQcmt7F04wjQ/s1600-h/madonna-look3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtNTEO_-FzRuSljbHE0UdrXI3g5saE0-C9D2LD-W_sn_WTTHiSjH-mQSr6YXiDj1IYTxE9pP-uHqkbaxDRSwCXEKbff0fjHufyEf9DkRjYTGJGPxdCc7Tzt6t_mp9uCJWZQcmt7F04wjQ/s200/madonna-look3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429542346373783634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uY4ts5ve8VyMnh8_Jkp-UkhSAIo78RYDK_SaBCxv7YRxJ4367miJgJ0kh39eeFLcopetevpQCECx4RkwvqnzEHRKSv_5jnAniA6TCFLj5otQiNZAQv9mdoK1IozHWvuFSyOlQAMuwIeY/s1600-h/layered-socks.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2pybz_a5zUyNds18m38KVi6LUvKUk4NuD94lJY78AagyRLUyp1Uoi7317CWnsafvOfP1yPq-493aVqO2SCTuSVeNlOoWixet7ZR2Vc9KVcUmp43uc2hZ0-8hKLbRUlwowknqwy4afNl6/s200/alf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429542172610943858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggG7vL9SZiHR0OIGI0OrLNojBDfawfhZsc4JPYBXnMmmfpXj9ILH428bgDoTdwoSiEKmxgnA6jaVJNTSkGBo1_9UnczFsM6d22RtuHBNN51TVs4KZtAX3jVBiYTy3WgOFeuf3YfMs9wsnO/s1600-h/friendship-pins.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggG7vL9SZiHR0OIGI0OrLNojBDfawfhZsc4JPYBXnMmmfpXj9ILH428bgDoTdwoSiEKmxgnA6jaVJNTSkGBo1_9UnczFsM6d22RtuHBNN51TVs4KZtAX3jVBiYTy3WgOFeuf3YfMs9wsnO/s200/friendship-pins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429542123279900562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSv3rEX5rLokDcjcqE_al4Z4eBLuZbfBT64zMM1HIm9mOhVTQplJKNWUmpWYaGml6NxmrrtjnGHa1qJ3NHlZUPPS-QGoh0pee9Gs48sXBC4CO22jsbII-RW_GlB9ATI18xptRNKVbpSQW5/s1600-h/banana-clip-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSv3rEX5rLokDcjcqE_al4Z4eBLuZbfBT64zMM1HIm9mOhVTQplJKNWUmpWYaGml6NxmrrtjnGHa1qJ3NHlZUPPS-QGoh0pee9Gs48sXBC4CO22jsbII-RW_GlB9ATI18xptRNKVbpSQW5/s200/banana-clip-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429542058067167154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pp2rB0PhL2r-eFojSSDIcX4d4WzzM9mdSOi1vcoC78sgO6UJmZFyIODswe-PBjT3Yvxeg-NZmSXoOi2_ExHvM-aAWum2Wjn6IiF30uI3E1PV8wD51lDAYi6t9g9bnoeNc-foBmh7HXyL/s1600-h/df.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pp2rB0PhL2r-eFojSSDIcX4d4WzzM9mdSOi1vcoC78sgO6UJmZFyIODswe-PBjT3Yvxeg-NZmSXoOi2_ExHvM-aAWum2Wjn6IiF30uI3E1PV8wD51lDAYi6t9g9bnoeNc-foBmh7HXyL/s200/df.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429541998122242450" /></a><br />Man, that was an awesome flash back.christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-71540221120122326002010-01-20T15:28:00.000-08:002010-03-12T13:51:44.466-08:00She's a Butterfly...Today I am inspired to talk about two women in my life and the place they hold in my heart. I have two sisters. They are both unbelievable women and because of them in alot of ways I have become who I am. Carrie is my older sister. I have always looked up to her but to her I was always the brat who hid under her bed, listened to her phone calls and stole her clothes. But for me she was always so strong and fearless. She could take on the world and everyone in it and did on several occasions. I remember she stood up for me on the bus one day and has been standing up for me ever since. She is smart, so talented, and creative. My younger sister Robyn has always been somewhat quite, very intelligent and has a natural beauty about her. She never says much but when she does you want to pay attention b/c it going to be something special. I don't tell my sisters nearly enough how much I love them or at all. But I hope they know that I think they are special and really unique. <br /><br />Three Sister's<br />© Francis I. Gillespie<br /><br />We are three sisters<br />Three sisters are we<br />I love each of you,<br />And I know you love me<br /><br />We’re not always together,<br />Life sometimes keeps us apart.<br />But we're never separated<br />We’re in each other's heart.<br /><br />Now I know we've had our troubles,<br />But we always get thru.<br />The real message is you love me,<br />And I also love you.<br /><br />We have had lots of good times<br />That we'll never forget<br />Sometimes we worry<br />And sometimes we fret<br /><br />But if God ever gave me<br />Something special you see,<br />It might have been the blessing of,<br />Three sisters are we.<br />The Lord above has gave me lots<br />Of happiness and glee<br />But the most special thing he did was<br />Make us sisters, all three.<br /><br />Source: Three Sisters, Sister Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/family/poetry.asp?poem=517#ixzz0i08A6Mbmchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-73813034879153121112010-01-19T12:03:00.001-08:002010-01-19T12:09:50.749-08:00Exhaustion!So I have done my first round of cleaning at my old instructors house today and I am exhausted to the 10 degree. I saw some really cute things. She is obviously a collector of sorts and enjoyed, at one time, antiquing. She has this victorian style home with 900 hundred and 1 rooms in it and no closets, go figure. I am atempting to organize her rooms and make one of her rooms a gianctic closet. I hope she is impressed by the work but right now I am ready to go to bed.<br /><br />Christy Cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-34947330721033699822010-01-15T10:27:00.001-08:002010-01-15T10:50:57.752-08:00I haven't forgottenSo, I haven't forgotten about all three of my followers. Thanks to my sisters! I have just been going nuts from total and utter boredom. I literally have nothing to say. I can usually find something to complain about......No, nothing. I have cleaned and washed clothes and no one wants to know how many pairs of underwear I have. Don't worry I am not going to say. I have finally gotten out of school only to wish I was back there. At least there I felt as if I was doing something but here I just wait til 2:30 to get the kids and then pray they need me for something after that. I am going to start studying really hard for my LPN exam this weekend. And my instructor from school has asked me to help her reorganize her very large house and do some deep cleaning. ( No laughing, I have no problem organizing someone else's life, even though mine is, a little random.) I need the money, so of course I will do it. My mama wasn't very happy about it, reminding me that is not what I went to school for. But the truth is no one wants to hire an almost nurse and I hate relying on Russell for everything. This a good thing. She can't do it and I can, so why not. Well, here is to a good weekend.
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<br />Christy Cchristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-72160174277217376212010-01-11T05:13:00.000-08:002010-01-11T05:50:11.377-08:00Entry ....Whatever! How was the weekend?<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The weekend....<br />Friday Night was the first of many basketball games to come. Harley did a great job. You have to understand him alittle though just to get the dynamics of the situation. He is pretentious, he believes nothing you say, unless it is impossible to be true,( Example: "Harley the grass is green." He replies "No it's not" "Harley aliens are in the back yard" "Where?") he is a lover not a fighter, clumsy, hard-headed, unconcerned with just about anything, unless it is food and he is only 7. I love him but he is what he is. Needless to say he can be hard for anyone to handle and most people just let him get is way. Don't get me wrong he isn't mean or rude, he just has a way of sweet talking adults. Anyway, back to the game. Harley played his best. He is alot smaller than the other boys and can't quite figure out why his charms don't work on his teammates and the other team.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnyeTOWEZXd0u6skssVIGQ185uoCM_Hcj8r4mNIVZLj67zgsghL6ZtYLoECK-qqpi-8-Tevu9af9GbhUJKdgyx7B0oXi8_92KBF2XSWLHKg-X9IyDciL5wNlNJ0-wbvdU77uRjz6gFQDz/s1600-h/P1010632.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnyeTOWEZXd0u6skssVIGQ185uoCM_Hcj8r4mNIVZLj67zgsghL6ZtYLoECK-qqpi-8-Tevu9af9GbhUJKdgyx7B0oXi8_92KBF2XSWLHKg-X9IyDciL5wNlNJ0-wbvdU77uRjz6gFQDz/s200/P1010632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425478197216321234" border="0" /></a> Harley's idea of basketball<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On Saturday it was Desiree's turn. I could tell she was nervous and anxious before the game even started. It was definitely a slow start but they picked up and Desiree was pleasantly surprised when she made a goal. She too is a bit shorter than other girls her age. And I always tell her just because your a little smaller than the others doesn't mean you can't play, it just means you have to work harder at it.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05ixv-_CBtAfBfIiMMiYbXKigIWC9_wOgb2BdTHIe3OE2mMBaSffgYb8VbS1ZKnI4_t2T0EkfssAdHfKTvpUCqVIil6rk3_FtezqFONhtHQsCvlB_7vHYcCn-v5a5tsk-3uQojlKFJar4/s1600-h/P1010620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05ixv-_CBtAfBfIiMMiYbXKigIWC9_wOgb2BdTHIe3OE2mMBaSffgYb8VbS1ZKnI4_t2T0EkfssAdHfKTvpUCqVIil6rk3_FtezqFONhtHQsCvlB_7vHYcCn-v5a5tsk-3uQojlKFJar4/s200/P1010620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425478966157864194" border="0" /></a> Desiree<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The rest of the weekend was spent grocery shopping and cleaning. Oh and my microwave is shot. Which is just wonderful. Don't know when that will get fixed.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-88487146791832489482010-01-07T05:52:00.000-08:002010-01-07T06:10:38.293-08:00Snow never falls here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEo7smFZa5u_u0ZiIONgNaN930SKpYwCeITNo9-T7yQ2vJde0rGkcFNSTFkDsSH2zfbeM5MXREAfRZCUJs050WFJ03yqyXUcB-V6kHb3uAg1JnslkW8EmifeHmemOIhl1Nv3RLa9fcK2SD/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEo7smFZa5u_u0ZiIONgNaN930SKpYwCeITNo9-T7yQ2vJde0rGkcFNSTFkDsSH2zfbeM5MXREAfRZCUJs050WFJ03yqyXUcB-V6kHb3uAg1JnslkW8EmifeHmemOIhl1Nv3RLa9fcK2SD/s200/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423999993236562834" border="0" /></a><br />I know some of you out there have gotten your fair share of snow this winter. But I swear snow never falls here. To me there is nothing like the first sight of snow falling. The way it blows in the breeze and floats perfectly down on to my tongue. It's magical and I am a little upset that all of Atlanta is calling for snow and most of north Georgia but 4 counties are just left out of the forecast and I am living smack dab in the middle of them. Praying for a miracle. So, all you hum bugs stuff it and let me enjoy my snow.<br /><br /><br />Peace, love and Snow, Please!<br />Christychristycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-31622805944847645892010-01-05T13:49:00.000-08:002010-01-05T14:13:17.455-08:00Me and my mini mes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hOXsKJ15L2iSYsIlD33_6A290baf6rJWfenf8VHUdh3HQzwSz5D0ocLsNyyHL5rpV7L9aVknUDEx3KIg5MlN0M6pjsmVBgYRRHOSu2ckT6iXztyUY2G_YlpwljvPiwilmyjQky96i1IA/s1600-h/mini.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hOXsKJ15L2iSYsIlD33_6A290baf6rJWfenf8VHUdh3HQzwSz5D0ocLsNyyHL5rpV7L9aVknUDEx3KIg5MlN0M6pjsmVBgYRRHOSu2ckT6iXztyUY2G_YlpwljvPiwilmyjQky96i1IA/s200/mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423382295033395090" border="0" /></a><br />So, I got the pleasure yesterday of taking my 7 year old son to basketball practice. Yes, a gym full of screaming boys, it was wonderful. As I sat there trying to read, which is an unusual site but I am trying, I was hit with a Revelation. On that gym floor was a whole lot of minis .. A new generation of ....well how can I put this... egotistical, loud mouth, two-faced, power hungry, self-doubting, scared of rejection little people. And it scared me because even though I know there is good in most people out there, I don't think anyone would hope that there children turn out to be younger versions of themselves. We all have hopes that the next generation will be wiser, happier, and more fulfilled then we find ourselves on most days. Am I passing all my bad decision making skills on to my children? Don't get me wrong I love kids. There is something so innocent about the way that look at you and how they see the world but if we continue to push them to grow up eventually that innocence will fade and they like us will judge before knowing, see with out even looking, hear but not listen. Well, I will make it my mission to let my little ones be who they are meant to be with no judgement in my heart and no regrets. Yes, even if one of them chooses to be thugalishus. But he will grow out of that.......Right?<br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CALVIN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.png" alt="" />christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-51879430740105131142010-01-04T06:27:00.000-08:002010-01-04T06:37:55.616-08:00Blah, blah weight, blah,need to, blah loseI have the blah, blah weight loss blues. Why does it have to be so freakin hard? I went out to eat this weekend and it is hard to find suitable low fat and low calorie food on those stupid menus. I think I did the best I could.. but then I have Mr. I can eat anything beside me. He is just going to have to bite the bullet on this one and being healthy is suppose to be a good thing. Anyway, this friday was 2 weeks on this god forsaken diet plan. The results are quite pleasing 7lbs so far. I don't starve myself I eat good food. I will eat a bagel with low fat cream cheese and a yogurt for breakfast or Honey nut cherrios, lunch I will eat a turkey sandwich or tuna with lettuce and tomato and pineapple or apple, and for supper I have substitued hamburger meat for turkey and no pork. Its worked so far. Oh, and I usually have a 100 calorie pack for a snack. Wish me continued good luck on my quest.christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-82538084612467413942009-12-30T14:47:00.000-08:002009-12-30T15:02:09.331-08:00Entry 6: Thuggish ruggish bone<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Ever heard of it well, about a year ago I put this playlist on my husband Mp3 player. That included a sorted selection of 90's classic crap music. The Mp3 player was lost and with hopes that it would never to be seen again. Needless to say It has turned up in the wrong little hands and for the past two days all I have heard is random teed bits of songs I have dared to forget. Sounds like this " It's Thuggers ruggers bones,...... It's the truggers ruggers bone........etc."( That's the 7 year old dialect speaking) It has been on repeat. Damn you Bone Thugs n Harmony! And the traumatizing continues.....Will my son turn into a thug...... Tune in next time for further developments. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJGpIXOoLlRw0RxpuBIBMmUK1mOtEe0lqprFsByU9BokpevMVbzUHoHSVxspgOoZpyraHkBxfi2pQees_oYkr0cNz58dUqpN370-XqXB17tzJqm8qwmmEZSsj-HorQ0rDI5QGJzS29gox/s1600-h/P1010495.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJGpIXOoLlRw0RxpuBIBMmUK1mOtEe0lqprFsByU9BokpevMVbzUHoHSVxspgOoZpyraHkBxfi2pQees_oYkr0cNz58dUqpN370-XqXB17tzJqm8qwmmEZSsj-HorQ0rDI5QGJzS29gox/s200/P1010495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421167724542820594" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">P</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">e</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">c</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">e</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">O</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">u</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">t</span>christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-11209162694536279732009-12-29T10:44:00.000-08:002009-12-29T10:57:21.333-08:00Entry 5: Lost in the Mix<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd58QN5k4lCprGlxtc_YZWnzp0DUkv6YHtsCptVthx_KKXV1wCiBC-5ZuFtvYCDiz26ZIV3kJ6ikLl2OG6AROrWdQAZ1IKe1kSbL4XNv1DYBGUAsmdaindBxNAhlJHF40cXeIpcacHf-YB/s1600-h/P1010710.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd58QN5k4lCprGlxtc_YZWnzp0DUkv6YHtsCptVthx_KKXV1wCiBC-5ZuFtvYCDiz26ZIV3kJ6ikLl2OG6AROrWdQAZ1IKe1kSbL4XNv1DYBGUAsmdaindBxNAhlJHF40cXeIpcacHf-YB/s200/P1010710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420734029101961154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Am I losing her..... She is just 10 and I don't think she sees me anymore at all. I love her but I want to like the person she is when I am not there. What if it's my worst nightmare come true. She has all the potential in the world to be anything. But she has always been everything to me. Maybe that is alot of pressure, to be someone's everything, it's a whole lot on her. I just wish when I looked at her I saw a happy little girl. Instead, I see an anxious girl who doesn't believe in herself.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> When she was younger I was the only person in her world that she trusted with her secrets. Now I feel like the last to know. It scares the s____ out of me. I am in total panic mode, flipping out. I needed to vent and now that I have I know all I can do is love her and be here for her. She is going to be a teenager and she is going to make many mistakes.... And if she falls to pieces, I will be there to pick up the pieces. I wonder if all mother go through this with their girls. It can't be just me... right?</span>christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-32020305321296419472009-12-28T07:19:00.000-08:002009-12-28T07:46:10.543-08:00Entry 4: Christmas was G-O-O-D!<span style="font-family:georgia;">Well, My wings sure are tired from all the flying around I have done all week. I am ready for a break. But Christmas was G-O-O-D! I got the greatest gift ever from my sweet hubby. Wait for it...Wait for it..... A WII. I have been wanting one forever. I am not a so called gamer, I just enjoy them from time to time. But this is different I get to actually workout while having fun. There is boxing on one of the games. And I was like Rocky out there. Kicking butt and taking names.<br /><br />I have set a count down to the New Me. The goal is to lose 30 lbs. by April 2010. I made a huge mistake of telling my kids this, you would have thought that I announced the end of the world. Well, I guess it seemed like the end of the world as they know it because I cleaned the cupboards of all unhealthy foods, no chips, no sweets. Harley, my son has been telling everyone, "My moms fat and is on a diet." Thanks Harley, no really there's nobody like a child to put things in perspective for you. I am ready to stop hiding behind...Well, My BEHIND! It was a week Friday and I am 4 lbs down. Any healthy meal ideas would be great.<br /></span>christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-42766428896716023202009-12-24T09:13:00.000-08:002009-12-24T09:26:30.170-08:00Entry 3: Christmas WishesIt's Christmas Eve and though I have no followers on my blog yet. I wanted to send The best Christmas wishes out into cyberspace, in hopes that my love shines on someone else and that one day my thoughts and dreams will brighten someone's day. So to everyone out there Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.<br /><br />Oh and on the NEW ME front I have lost 2lbs this week, thats the good news. Unfortunately, I think I lost it in hair. Oh well, I'll take the good with the bad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G0eIqYOSeTR6pggGrZyRO6uW2Z71-3q6WmlIVAJglhWKszb9E2f5tHjXGLl-sBl8HkiaEaI1tVIStcY6AwMKDDJ4CVAyz6tUxpfnRF7mZ7gmN7iFdY_ancsMp08sSe2wjBlnozSOJMb1/s1600-h/bold.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G0eIqYOSeTR6pggGrZyRO6uW2Z71-3q6WmlIVAJglhWKszb9E2f5tHjXGLl-sBl8HkiaEaI1tVIStcY6AwMKDDJ4CVAyz6tUxpfnRF7mZ7gmN7iFdY_ancsMp08sSe2wjBlnozSOJMb1/s200/bold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418855003239033746" border="0" /></a>christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-43608838412265022972009-12-23T08:18:00.000-08:002009-12-23T08:46:06.724-08:00Entry 2: Corrupting children<span style="font-family: georgia;">I have two kids Desiree and Harley and earlier today I had a Christmas meltdown. And I ask myself am I corrupting my children. It's hard to admit as a parent that sometimes I make mistakes when it comes to the two most important people in my life. But I do and earlier I did. I like for my house to be clean and I believe that at ages 10 and 7 they should participate in the going-ons of the house. Well, Mr. Wait on me hand and foot, would beg to differ with me. I should have been more prepared for the opposition but the optimist in me was not at all ready. Desiree was more than cooperative. Harley on the other hand let me know that this was a job for...Yes, ME! Well, this as you can guess ran right through me. To simplify what took place after I told him he was being a bad person and Santa Claus would not be visiting him at all. Well, I will be honest a few 4 letters words escaped my pierced lips during this fight for my Mommy freedom. I do not want my son to grow up looking for a woman to wait on him like he is the king of the Pharaohs. Anyway, when the dust settles, I am left wondering if I have left permanent scares on his 7 year old heart and soul. Some of the worst things are made on the best intentions.<br />I love both my kids with all my heart and at the end of the day I believe they know this and that is all I am sure of at this point. Maybe I will get lucky and Dr. Phil will be out of business before my kids are old enough to go there.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">A mother's love</span><br />A mother's love is giving and kind<br />A mother's love will smack your behind<br /><br />A mother's love will scream and holler<br />A mother's love is worth more than dollars<br /><br />A mother's love is hard to find<br />A mother's love will always shine<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span>christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9108764857304519771.post-78953353567906640452009-12-22T07:38:00.001-08:002009-12-22T08:10:22.014-08:00What a butterfly might say...<span style="font-family: georgia;">Well, there was a fluttering in my head all night long, again. Its like I don't have a creative bone in my body until my little head hits the pillow. And then its a symphony of lights and bright ideas bursting into my subconscious. And do you know what it says..... Its says get your ass up and write this down because if you don't I am going to run through your mind all night long. And it did. What sucks is by the time I get up, I have forgotten all about what ever I HAD to say at 2:00 am.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Someone told me to keep a pen and notebook by the bed and when I get this feeling I should write it down right then and get it out of my head. Sounds like a possible solution but I can't imagine anything that I was thinking of in the middle of the night being coherent enough to understand. I think I have come to the conclusion that I should work 3rd shift. I have never done it but I hate mornings and I love the night air. Right now I can't wait to find any job. Until then I plan on enjoying the gift of spending time with my kids this holiday season. 3 weeks out of school and right now I am calling it a blessing. May revise later.. Til then Merry Christmas.</span>christycarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712601776272769369noreply@blogger.com0