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30 October 2006
24 October 2006
PRETTY PLEASE???
I just wanted to request from all you lovely ladies and gentlemen that if you have me linked on your site (Blogroll, etc.) that you update the link. If you don't feel like doing that, I'm going to punch you in the jaw.....no just kidding, I'm going to work on some code to automatically redirect to the new site. Thanks bunches. Awww...I'm so lame...
23 October 2006
It's up!
The new blog is up and running, (not fast, but it's trying!) I'm still in the process of migrating this blog over to there, but hopefully I'll have it resolved today!
Here's the link:
http://mamajen.com/blog
Hope to see you all there!!!
Here's the link:
http://mamajen.com/blog
Hope to see you all there!!!
22 October 2006
Slacker
I know, guys, I'm such a slacker, but I'm trying REALLY hard to get the new site up and running (trying, but failing miserably). Not to mention that BabyGirl has seemed to developed a very annoying separation issue. I swear, if that girl isn't sleeping she starts crying as soon as I step out of her line of sight. It's seriously driving me nuts. But she's just too damn adorable to stay mad at. Oh well. I'm in the process of trying to figure out if I can migrate all the posts I already have here to the new site, or if I'm going to have to copy-paste them all. I'm also trying to figure out how the hell to work WordPress, but to no avail. You would think that I would know more about all this crap since I'm trained on computers and stuff, but I mainly know about networking and troubleshooting the actual computer. Oh well, I'll figure it out somehow. I'm working on making the site all inclusive, too. I'm bringing all the sites together, that way I can stop paying for the kids' sites. Ok, I'll write a little more later, I'm going to keep working on the site!
19 October 2006
New blog
The new blog is coming, it's currently being built. Once it's done it will be located at http://mamajen.com. Hope to see you all there!
18 October 2006
DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!
I love my jacket, it makes me hug myself.
So is anyone else going BAT FUCKING CRAZY waiting for the Project Runway finale? I seriously think I'm going to lose it! I'm so excited I think I may pee on myself (ok, maybe not so much, but still, SO EXCITED!) PLUS, LOST is on tonight. Stellar, right? Haha, I just said stellar. Dude, man, I am so groovy. Tubular! Anyway, moving on. So do you think that Jeffrey "outsourced" (cheated goddamnit! If he did it he fucking CHEATED!) some of his sewing? Because, those leather pants were fucking hot, and we haven't seen quality like that out of him so far. If he did do it, how big of a fucking DUMB ASS is he? COME ON! You're in the FINALS! Why the fuck would you CHEAT!!!? Gaahhh! Anyway, I just wanted to get that off my chest. Can't wait for it to be 8!!! Yeay LOST!
What might have been (But I'm glad it's not!)
Reading Kristyn's (HAHA! Confused ya, didn't I?!) blog today brought up some old, kind of scary, memories.
Right before I shipped off to basic, I was dating this guy named Scott ("Skeevy Stoner" is his name if you ask K-Man). He was 25 and had a 3-year-old daughter with this CRAZY bitch who liked to talk a lot of shit. Anyway, my friend Kelsey introduced us, and at first, I didn't like him. He smoked, cigarettes and pot, and looked kind of old, and he was starting to bald (Wow, what WAS I thinking?). He just really "wasn't my type". Then we started hanging out a little more, and he was just a really nice guy. So a couple days went by and Kelsey and I started hanging out at his apartment (Kelsey's boyfriend also lived in the same apartment). It was kind of hard for me to be around them sometimes, because, come on, I'm shipping off to the military, and all you guys wanna do is puff the magic dragon? Seriously. But anytime they wanted to "partake", they would all go into one of the rooms and shut the door so I couldn't smell it. Ok, who really cares about all that. So we started dating in May, and I had to leave in June. The day I was leaving town, I stopped to say good-bye, and he BEGGED me to stay with him. He told me he didn't think he could handle not having me around. I did say good-bye, though, and left to Texas the next day.
After I got to basic, I would call Kelsey every once in awhile to see how everything was going. My first call to her was probably in July. She told me that Scott had started dating this really fat, ugly chick named Jennifer. She said that he had my pictures hanging up all over the place and that Fatty had to look at them ALL THE TIME. He wouldn't take them down, no matter how much she begged. Anyway, time went on and Scott and Jennifer moved in together. When I called Kelsey again, she told me that Scott had become addicted to crack and he was also selling it. I was regularly getting letters from my mom, and sometimes she would send newspaper clippings. One day she sent me the court report, asking if I knew some kids that vandalized the school, but when I read the rest of the reports I noticed a familiar name. Scott Landers. My ex. Apparently, he and Jennifer had gotten in a fight and he had pulled a gun on her. When the cops arrested him, they found a locked trunk in the back of his car full of guns and drugs. He was arrested and sent to prison. For the first time. After I read that, I called Kelsey to see what was going on. She told me that when I left, Scott lost it. He started doing drugs and dealing just to get by, and because he couldn't stand Jennifer (he was dating her because he needed a place to live, he'd been kicked out of his apartment.) When he got out of jail, he was clean and sober, and living with Kelsey (just staying there, she was still dating the same guy as before).
I don't know if this next part happened because of me or not. So I called Kelsey awhile later, and she told me about Scott living with her. She told him I was on the phone, and asked me if I wanted to talk to him. By this time I was already married to K-Man, so I didn't feel right talking to someone that still had so many feelings for me. I told her no, that I needed to get off the phone. After that it was only a couple weeks, and Kelsey called me. She told me that after I had talked to her that last time, Scott relapsed, and she had to kick him out. And then he got popped for dealing again, and went back to prison.
I have no idea where Scott is now, or if he's even still alive. I don't really think about him very often, but I do still have some pictures. What I do think about is his daughter, Savannah. Her mom was a druggy, too, and I hope that she is somewhere safe and warm.
Moral of the story - DON'T DO DRUGS
That is all.
Right before I shipped off to basic, I was dating this guy named Scott ("Skeevy Stoner" is his name if you ask K-Man). He was 25 and had a 3-year-old daughter with this CRAZY bitch who liked to talk a lot of shit. Anyway, my friend Kelsey introduced us, and at first, I didn't like him. He smoked, cigarettes and pot, and looked kind of old, and he was starting to bald (Wow, what WAS I thinking?). He just really "wasn't my type". Then we started hanging out a little more, and he was just a really nice guy. So a couple days went by and Kelsey and I started hanging out at his apartment (Kelsey's boyfriend also lived in the same apartment). It was kind of hard for me to be around them sometimes, because, come on, I'm shipping off to the military, and all you guys wanna do is puff the magic dragon? Seriously. But anytime they wanted to "partake", they would all go into one of the rooms and shut the door so I couldn't smell it. Ok, who really cares about all that. So we started dating in May, and I had to leave in June. The day I was leaving town, I stopped to say good-bye, and he BEGGED me to stay with him. He told me he didn't think he could handle not having me around. I did say good-bye, though, and left to Texas the next day.
After I got to basic, I would call Kelsey every once in awhile to see how everything was going. My first call to her was probably in July. She told me that Scott had started dating this really fat, ugly chick named Jennifer. She said that he had my pictures hanging up all over the place and that Fatty had to look at them ALL THE TIME. He wouldn't take them down, no matter how much she begged. Anyway, time went on and Scott and Jennifer moved in together. When I called Kelsey again, she told me that Scott had become addicted to crack and he was also selling it. I was regularly getting letters from my mom, and sometimes she would send newspaper clippings. One day she sent me the court report, asking if I knew some kids that vandalized the school, but when I read the rest of the reports I noticed a familiar name. Scott Landers. My ex. Apparently, he and Jennifer had gotten in a fight and he had pulled a gun on her. When the cops arrested him, they found a locked trunk in the back of his car full of guns and drugs. He was arrested and sent to prison. For the first time. After I read that, I called Kelsey to see what was going on. She told me that when I left, Scott lost it. He started doing drugs and dealing just to get by, and because he couldn't stand Jennifer (he was dating her because he needed a place to live, he'd been kicked out of his apartment.) When he got out of jail, he was clean and sober, and living with Kelsey (just staying there, she was still dating the same guy as before).
I don't know if this next part happened because of me or not. So I called Kelsey awhile later, and she told me about Scott living with her. She told him I was on the phone, and asked me if I wanted to talk to him. By this time I was already married to K-Man, so I didn't feel right talking to someone that still had so many feelings for me. I told her no, that I needed to get off the phone. After that it was only a couple weeks, and Kelsey called me. She told me that after I had talked to her that last time, Scott relapsed, and she had to kick him out. And then he got popped for dealing again, and went back to prison.
I have no idea where Scott is now, or if he's even still alive. I don't really think about him very often, but I do still have some pictures. What I do think about is his daughter, Savannah. Her mom was a druggy, too, and I hope that she is somewhere safe and warm.
Moral of the story - DON'T DO DRUGS
That is all.
17 October 2006
Code for Secha
Ok, this crap does NOT want to work for me. I'm trying to figure out what I can do to get it so you can still copy-paste it.
Ah, screw it. Try this website. It may be right, it may not!
www.flickr.com/badge_new.gne
I know you'll need to change the user, but I'm not sure if that's all. I tried to find where I got this, but can't seem to get to it from work. What is your Flickr account? (If you haven't set up a permenant Flickr address yet, it should be the numbers and letters that come after flickr.com/photos/(*This number*). I may be able to edit the code for you if you get me the number. If not, I'll try to find the right website! Hope that helps with that!
**Editted: Damn it, I have the code and it works and EVERYTHING, but I can't get it to post without actually converting it! I gotta figure SOMETHING out!
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Ah, screw it. Try this website. It may be right, it may not!
www.flickr.com/badge_new.gne
I know you'll need to change the user, but I'm not sure if that's all. I tried to find where I got this, but can't seem to get to it from work. What is your Flickr account? (If you haven't set up a permenant Flickr address yet, it should be the numbers and letters that come after flickr.com/photos/(*This number*). I may be able to edit the code for you if you get me the number. If not, I'll try to find the right website! Hope that helps with that!
**Editted: Damn it, I have the code and it works and EVERYTHING, but I can't get it to post without actually converting it! I gotta figure SOMETHING out!
Three posts in one day??? Holy SHIT! Alert the media!
I posted it in my Flickr, but never did post it here. Here are the winners of the Cute Baby Contest:
Ok, so third place. REALLY adorable. I could just gobble her up! Second place, eah, not so much. Still KINDA cute, but not enough to take second place. And FIRST place??? Don't even get me started. Because, seriously, you're joking, right? Since when did a Cute Baby Contest become a Cute Outfit Contest, because that's the only thing cute about this picture.
Oh, and don't worry. I already KNOW you're all jealous of my mad Paint skills.
Ok, so third place. REALLY adorable. I could just gobble her up! Second place, eah, not so much. Still KINDA cute, but not enough to take second place. And FIRST place??? Don't even get me started. Because, seriously, you're joking, right? Since when did a Cute Baby Contest become a Cute Outfit Contest, because that's the only thing cute about this picture.
Oh, and don't worry. I already KNOW you're all jealous of my mad Paint skills.
Word.....to your mother. Wait. What?
I was thinking that I need to add a bunch of random words so people will find my blog when they search the internet, because, seriously?, I don't think I have a whole lot of readers. And I just bought a domain and hosting for two fucking years. I'm not gonna have any reads for it if I don't get some "exposure", but only the good kind. So, does anyone have any suggestions for random things I should add in here so people find me?
Hell to the muthafuckin' nah! (Or something like that.)
Holy fuck people! I cannot BELIEVE the freaks who come out when people are talking about topics they (being the freaks) feel "strongly" about. Come the fuck ON! If you don't like what you are reading, THEN STOP! No one is forcing you sit there and read something that pisses you off. Like, for instance, if I was to "HYPOTHETICALLY" say, "I hate the game World of Warcraft, it's such a waste of time!*," you may want to comment and say something like, "OmG!!!!111111!!!!!11 how DARE u say sumthing like that about WoW!!!11!!! it is the gratest game ever invented!!!111 u stoopid bitch, i'm coming 2 ur house & i'm going to spraypaint ur livingroom."
Ok, so you like WoW! Great! Good for you! Just because I voice MY opinion on MY blog, doesn't mean you have the right to come out swinging! Sure you can say that you like it, sure you can justify yourself, BUT DON'T BE MS./MRS./MR. FUCKING HOLIER-THAN-THOU! Tell me what makes the game so good, tell me the graphics rock. WHATEVER! I'm more than willing to have a conversation about it if everyone acts fucking CIVIL. And make sure it's an appropriate subject to be debating! If I come on here and write that my grandmother just died of lung cancer, and yeah, maybe she WAS a smoker, it is NOT the time for you to make comments about how you think it's her own fault or that smoking kills more people than blah, blah, blah. I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT YOU THINK. MY GRANDMOTHER JUST DIED!!!** You are SUPPOSED to send your condolences, you are SUPPOSED to say sorry for your loss, and anyone who DOES do those things does NOT deserve to be called an ASS KISS!!! Just because you're a freak with no damn friends doesn't mean that NO ONE has friends. Yeah, NEWS FLASH, it's just YOUR sorry ass! I'm sure that most of you know what I'm talking about, but for those of you who don't, here it is. I'm also pretty sure most of you won't read all of those comments, but the summary of what I'm talking about is that there were a lot of people judging RSM for owning a pit bull, and allowing her children around it. One even went as far as to call her an "idiot". What, REALLY, is wrong with these people? Do they need some pills or something? A few shots of Jack, and MAYBE they'll be normal, civil human beings? She was talking about how they had to give their family pet away, and all some people could do was criticize her and cause DRAMA. I FUCKING HATE DRAMA!!! She definitely didn't need to be hearing about how someones friend's girlfriend's brother's childhood friend and his family were attacked and killed by their pit bull that it was their family pet for years and never hurt a fly, but one day went psycho and killed all six of them, including the Jehovah's Witness that just happened to be at the door. What the fuck people! How come EVERYONE seems to have a "friend" story, but no one can actually say it happened to THEM? I'll tell you something, when I was little, probably 9 or 10, I was attacked by a dog. And guess what??? It WASN'T a pit bull, or a rottweiler, OR a doberman! It was a fucking shaggy mutt that decided my thigh looked like prime rib! That fucker sunk in all it's teeth. I still have scars from it! Oh, and my uncle got bit by my mom's dog. And guess what! He's not a pit bull either! He's a little fucking yappy pomeranian/chihuahua mix! And that little bastard has razors for teeth. Granted, my uncle was totally egging him on, and deserved what he got 100%, there were plenty of times that dog snapped at me when I was just trying to give my mom a hug (fuckin' little attitude bastard!) Anyway, I just had to rant about the stupidity of some people and get that off my chest.
This has been a test of the emotional blogging system. If this had been a real emergency, you would've been instructed to put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye. Thank you.
*I have NO PROBLEM with WoW, it was JUST AN EXAMPLE!!! Please don't hate me. :(
**Both my grandmothers are alive and well. Thanks for the concern!
Ok, so you like WoW! Great! Good for you! Just because I voice MY opinion on MY blog, doesn't mean you have the right to come out swinging! Sure you can say that you like it, sure you can justify yourself, BUT DON'T BE MS./MRS./MR. FUCKING HOLIER-THAN-THOU! Tell me what makes the game so good, tell me the graphics rock. WHATEVER! I'm more than willing to have a conversation about it if everyone acts fucking CIVIL. And make sure it's an appropriate subject to be debating! If I come on here and write that my grandmother just died of lung cancer, and yeah, maybe she WAS a smoker, it is NOT the time for you to make comments about how you think it's her own fault or that smoking kills more people than blah, blah, blah. I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT YOU THINK. MY GRANDMOTHER JUST DIED!!!** You are SUPPOSED to send your condolences, you are SUPPOSED to say sorry for your loss, and anyone who DOES do those things does NOT deserve to be called an ASS KISS!!! Just because you're a freak with no damn friends doesn't mean that NO ONE has friends. Yeah, NEWS FLASH, it's just YOUR sorry ass! I'm sure that most of you know what I'm talking about, but for those of you who don't, here it is. I'm also pretty sure most of you won't read all of those comments, but the summary of what I'm talking about is that there were a lot of people judging RSM for owning a pit bull, and allowing her children around it. One even went as far as to call her an "idiot". What, REALLY, is wrong with these people? Do they need some pills or something? A few shots of Jack, and MAYBE they'll be normal, civil human beings? She was talking about how they had to give their family pet away, and all some people could do was criticize her and cause DRAMA. I FUCKING HATE DRAMA!!! She definitely didn't need to be hearing about how someones friend's girlfriend's brother's childhood friend and his family were attacked and killed by their pit bull that it was their family pet for years and never hurt a fly, but one day went psycho and killed all six of them, including the Jehovah's Witness that just happened to be at the door. What the fuck people! How come EVERYONE seems to have a "friend" story, but no one can actually say it happened to THEM? I'll tell you something, when I was little, probably 9 or 10, I was attacked by a dog. And guess what??? It WASN'T a pit bull, or a rottweiler, OR a doberman! It was a fucking shaggy mutt that decided my thigh looked like prime rib! That fucker sunk in all it's teeth. I still have scars from it! Oh, and my uncle got bit by my mom's dog. And guess what! He's not a pit bull either! He's a little fucking yappy pomeranian/chihuahua mix! And that little bastard has razors for teeth. Granted, my uncle was totally egging him on, and deserved what he got 100%, there were plenty of times that dog snapped at me when I was just trying to give my mom a hug (fuckin' little attitude bastard!) Anyway, I just had to rant about the stupidity of some people and get that off my chest.
This has been a test of the emotional blogging system. If this had been a real emergency, you would've been instructed to put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye. Thank you.
*I have NO PROBLEM with WoW, it was JUST AN EXAMPLE!!! Please don't hate me. :(
**Both my grandmothers are alive and well. Thanks for the concern!
