tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88861230308876427042024-03-13T08:13:16.434-07:00Twizted Sisters for Three SistersThree Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-90849891957662659902010-01-26T10:59:00.000-08:002010-01-26T11:28:07.948-08:00Letters from Thailand<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjq0RA8f6iRTxixDXWTjB4T0glqJamC_r5egrlObn4oAwCKojPCE2q9J-yO52HX3mwqFAI24B6isr6xl-g5E2nJ56D7vcJ3sfSCWeKcpEZOey_wDtRzoIkIL3RjRpEiHCkY-rX-e5Pj9n/s1600-h/20163_310582406832_526366832_4558247_4287114_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjq0RA8f6iRTxixDXWTjB4T0glqJamC_r5egrlObn4oAwCKojPCE2q9J-yO52HX3mwqFAI24B6isr6xl-g5E2nJ56D7vcJ3sfSCWeKcpEZOey_wDtRzoIkIL3RjRpEiHCkY-rX-e5Pj9n/s400/20163_310582406832_526366832_4558247_4287114_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431126870704975922" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">Alaina Labelle January 15 at 6:03pm Reply<br />Well, we made it to Bangkok... thought my head was going to explode, couldn't even hear out of my right ear, then getting through security and could barely understand what they were saying! haha :P<br />Then I went to bed as soon as we got to the hotel, which was at 7pm, bk time, and then I woke up at 3:30am, didn't get out of bed till 6am though. Had to get water, we only had a small bottle for the whole night ("Jordan, water... meh meh meh" like dumbledore). Today we went to the train station to get our tickets, so that's what will happen tomorrow, our train leaves at 7:30pm and we get to Krabi at 6:30am, should be sweet.<br />Today we were scammed! it wasn't so bad, but we got tired of it and made the tuk tuk driver drop us off! it was silly, I will have to explain how it works sometime, don't want to right now... :P<br />So funny when I went to go on the internet, Alex and Weez's firefly song came on! So cute! Just had early dinner. I'm wondering what's going to "do me in" ...: The Pad Thai from the street vendor, the spicy curry from dinner, the skin on the apple, or the sun... I'll let you know if I ever find out...<br />We went to Th Khao San Rd, it's super touristy, pretty sure we got ripped off... but getting ripped off usually means add an extra CAD. Tiff you should be excited, got you something that will probably make you shit kittens (and you wouldn't even be annoyed with them) muhahaha, now you must wait 2 months to find out!<br />Didn't see anything for you Trina, I will find the perfect drawing though! Haha, maybe it will be a hand drawing of J and I, HAHAHA!<br />What else, it's been a busy day! We went to a temple and got some pics, we also got suckered into buying Holy Water... from a monk... don't know what the fuck we'll do with it...? Also a good luck bracelet, from said monk, all for donations... they're nice...<br />Bought myself a dress, probably got ripped off, but it really only cost $5.50 hahaha... sooo cheap. J got sandals, and pants, really nice.<br />Lots of riding in Tuk Tuks! They are crazy, ALL the vehicles, it's like being in a high speed chase that you see on movies, except that's just how they drive, crazy! So much pollution! it's yucky! you can taste it! :( blahhhh!<br />Well, we'll see what happens tonight and tomorrow then I will be able to tell you more! Okay, miss you still... :)<br />Love you guys!<br />A</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxiXZ50e_MzSiZ1y5JGwlTfP1qZTdlQ38adPcRUipU8aR2M8XEF3UQGgS5jTxpVa3yn_MAS9kk-AXghOfbIINuz2BEYHHjrpJhgtvkOP6ZXooGH2UXKJrT_QWH-kops5Ml8CSj2KOdPdS/s400/20163_310578226832_526366832_4558244_6282042_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431128317831717602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;">The days are sooo hard here! This is what it's been like:<br />Get up in the morning and go climbing.<br />Gorge on breakfast.<br />Go have a nap till it's too hot in the bungalow.<br />Go to the beach and watch all the hard climber.<br />Suntan and swim.<br />Go drink pina coladas and eat shrimp tempura.<br />Go back to bungalow and read....<br />just as an example...<br /><br />-Seen a monkey today... we ran away.<br />- Love Thailand, still hate Bangkok...<br />- Our climbing trip to Thailand has turned in to a Vacation with climbing in it!...<br />- Lots of fat men in speedos...<br />- Drinking 6L of water a day!...<br />- Starting speak broken english, with accent...<br /><br />Hahaha, will update more later!<br />Love you,<br />A & J</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDv1yP7a-o6v5bXrlHsBJfYUhMGPCpHm9gtTy58EnpEzO1RujuQl-2_geXA7XjPTk4M38qUvTpLZtizffMvfAw7PvEmi_3KtkG97T4Y-G4dp2Uf6T_OOBxzDhNvi0pgXntB6-uBv32rgXr/s400/20163_310592346832_526366832_4558296_3180086_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431132335778933842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-48166153743049693712010-01-10T19:49:00.000-08:002010-01-10T21:06:02.891-08:00What...It's rude to finger???<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_OKNSwAFPvXWbff06qaY3OC5XCTi4VwmCDIV3F2GQds7EH2C7-XLmlfq8aAYLADh-cVyQS_cT8cl37H9-ppeDgyOB5KpkE0eavyrhl5TNyD0S9uG_UEd2HDBbi6N7k_9prTVnjk1qbIf/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_OKNSwAFPvXWbff06qaY3OC5XCTi4VwmCDIV3F2GQds7EH2C7-XLmlfq8aAYLADh-cVyQS_cT8cl37H9-ppeDgyOB5KpkE0eavyrhl5TNyD0S9uG_UEd2HDBbi6N7k_9prTVnjk1qbIf/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425337274270842338" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDW44fCFJcxE0P_Qbvw_cmQNSe2RUZXSz_1Za8LrbzE1H3MFTaJ1C-NJsuY_BMMphSjvQOkj9OqHVkgjCtRvzuy0f5p2_Yg_5GAhcTeY9ErUaTjAc4LMmwIECEcUzt5Il1EVBrh7lhyphenhyphen3I/s1600-h/bitterness.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">Relationships suck........Not sure if that is all peoples opinions but for now, Relationships fucking suck in my book.</span><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Yah, some might say I'm being rash or harsh, or whatever, but until you have walked a day in my shoes, How about keeping your opinions to your self for now, because like most women after a break-up, I am bitter. It's hilarious to look back sometimes and go over the relationship in our heads....Thinking about all the little "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><i>everythings<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">"</span></span></i></span>, all the supposed "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">moments</span></i>" we had, maybe some of our "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">blunders</span></i>" and "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><i>mistakes</i></span>". I find it unbelievable how stupid we are to certain behaviors and habits of others. I look back, and almost choke my self disgust. What was I thinking??? I can tell you what I was thinking......ok maybe I can't. I was so focused on making a relationship work, compromising this that and the other that I actually blinded myself!!! (Some may disagree, but this is my blog) I am no stranger to messed up relationships, and my last one was no different than the others, it might even be more messed up cause I was sober for almost 99% of it....I have nothing to blame but myself. And here's the best part, I would not change a <b>thing</b>!!! Im not looking to go thank the guy for allowing me to have this life altering experience that smarted my lame ass up (hey, thanks man for this shit, my stress level, migraines and more violent stomach problems thank you...) but I am going to go forward in my life with what I learned and kick life in the ass. Im not going to settle for a half ass relationship!! I want the whole kit-and-caboodle!! I want it all. I want unconditional love, not "<i>Unconditional</i>" love with "<i>Conditions</i>"....I want someone who thinks I look pretty when I wake up, I want someone who can run a washing machine with out the help from me over the phone, I want a man who enjoys my kids.....(and I'm not looking for a baby-daddy either, cause the kids have a dad thank-you) To some this might be a tall order, but hey, you're probably not the man or women of my dreams anyway.....But to some, this seems like common sense, and that is what I want. I give my all, I am ready able and willing.......*ahem*....was ready willing and able, for now my little heart is on strike. Its angry like a crazed <i>Guns'n'Roses</i> fan at a cancelled concert, its pissed and drunk on <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">old milwaukee</span></span>!!! (and may-haps has a mullet) It's tired of the bull shit, and it ain't gonna take it anymore. Time to take a vacation of sorts....a vacation with my sisters, kids, family, and friends. Screw boys, cause for now, They stink!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thank you to all my friends and family for putting up with all my bullshit, Without you these times would be dull and depressing, its so nice to have you in my life, to look back and laugh, Laugh out loud, with my Third eye, wide open, Being in the now, Just being here now.....Thank you!!! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Song of the day - Fuck the Police by N.W.A</b></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Food of the Day - Angry "Razor blade" Tim Horton's Sandwich</b></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Bitch of the day - The lady at The Movie Store</b></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrFAxsOHMTMIsPXgxee1hyphenhyphenvekeaiIzgOlGxkP5dH6LhChbYylEXYhluyzdcBykuxZDeW2tz0nbw4HTQDSRw4v32QuUr0tFNe3WKoiyFN2RruCCrB1vT5QO1xOvrruPhJ3OWZ-7GrYQ0UU/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrFAxsOHMTMIsPXgxee1hyphenhyphenvekeaiIzgOlGxkP5dH6LhChbYylEXYhluyzdcBykuxZDeW2tz0nbw4HTQDSRw4v32QuUr0tFNe3WKoiyFN2RruCCrB1vT5QO1xOvrruPhJ3OWZ-7GrYQ0UU/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425337843663189362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-5355870604629080032009-12-30T17:06:00.000-08:002009-12-30T17:43:33.834-08:00Procrastination is ....<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsau5PQlUTsaU3ac4Ru3EPawiBL5jsRKZ9UHjbFD38u14JGiCLHPDRVahv9i7UGyyfF8zRN5RgJGjQCidVOdFGknnGN58z3P_TBro5EpOWvNfZIlaBOvk22nmG1foA9Lxofk031nUjRe6/s1600-h/SurpriseMe.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421208799444272178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsau5PQlUTsaU3ac4Ru3EPawiBL5jsRKZ9UHjbFD38u14JGiCLHPDRVahv9i7UGyyfF8zRN5RgJGjQCidVOdFGknnGN58z3P_TBro5EpOWvNfZIlaBOvk22nmG1foA9Lxofk031nUjRe6/s400/SurpriseMe.jpg" /></a>.... well, it is a lot of things, & unfortunately, I am the epitomy of it. I've noticed a lot of new things about myself the last little while, & being a procrationator is definately on the top of that list. I like to let some of the little things slide til they become a mess with a mind of their own, such as my waistline. It's grown through this Holiday Cookie Season & I find my comfy jeans to be muffin-toppable & my tummy marshmallow-y. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining cuz I still fit into a size 10 (kinda....), & I know for a fact that I have come a loooong way with my weight & general health.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>Two years after having my gorgeous daughter, Kelsey, I had my amazingly weird son, Seamus, & after 40 weeks of eating nothing but Ice Capps & Timbits I tipped the scales at 240lbs. It was horrifying! Never have I been so heavy in my life & I knew that I had to do something about it. New Year's Resolution: Lose Weight. I accomplished it within 3 & a half months! I went to the gym twice a day, 6 days a week, ate nothing but bananas, soups, & salads, & took every chance I had to get moving on top of counting every little calorie. My last offical diet weigh-in I was 140 lbs; I had a defined waist, ankles (as opposed to Kankles), & only 1 chin (the one I was born with!). Now I see dieting as a lifestyle change, one that I must do again as I am once again getting squishy, & one that I <em>must must must</em> maintain, not only for my girlish figure, but for my health. </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><strong>New Year's 2010 Resolution: Change Lifestyle</strong>. I shall say good-bye to all my favorite foods: Coca-cola, I will miss your bubbly personality ... keep kickin' pepsi's ass without me! Mini Wheats, you delicious biscuits, I can nolonger stomach a 750 calorie bowl of your sweetness, & my colon can nolonger stomach the obstructions! Dearest & Naughtiest Expensive Fancy Coffees, you shall be my biggest loss, for I adore you more over everything I consume. But your 2000 liquid calorie injection of little nutritional value is a stab in my back, you break my heart, why can't you be delicious and low-cal? *sigh*</div><br /><div>So, as for procrastinating, it is no more the disgusting, smelly monkey on my back! Besides, procrastination is like masturbation, either way, you're just fucking yourself ....</div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Weight Today</strong>: <em>160 lbs</em>.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>New Calorie Intake</strong>: <em>1300 - 1500/per day</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>How Many Bananas?</strong> <em>Looks like 3!</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421208957045918162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7OcXxVFyHQFse04kNex6VU9_c1ozqSp-BxneWeudBKNJ5sDZ3tPvIkRS5cvpPAyApvpJLzgfXv8LCYAD8LTrCD_j7gCkumpd1uVubR9b9ztZk4hUeKTET9KtA3Bu92FeUI6c6U5H3IYw/s400/bananas.jpg" /></span></em></div></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-42128789844474170552009-11-10T15:55:00.000-08:002009-11-10T16:01:16.040-08:00Little Sisters weekend of terror<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Training, training, training! I can still only do 5 pull up though! bah humbug! I should be doing more training in the climbing gym too, instead of just general conditioning! Gotta look good for the beaches and the climbs for our trip. :P Two more months till we get on a plane and fly around the world, CRAZY, I’m nervous!</span></span></div> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times; min-height: 10.0px"> </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This weekend was a good one, did some training (of course), did a nice jog with Big sister, Melissa and J. I’m not as sore as the first time we went, thank god! and we actually spent a bit of time at “home” this weekend too, I spent my time cooking, I made some pumpkin/squash manicotti, and I discover the joy that is a bread machine, wow, you just add the ingredients and let it do all the work, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">amazing</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. My bread is usually rushed and never given the proper amount of time to rise, and half the time I think my yeast is dead or I killed it, always comes out kinda hard and doughy... not with a bread machine though, perfect and fluffy, with a cruchy crust, it’s great! </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times; min-height: 10.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So, Saturday morning I get up early, and sit down the drink my coffee... what was that? I thought I’d seen something out of the corner of my eye, guess not.. Wait, what was that? My other eye saw something... oh, I guess not, and before I can finish thinking to myself: “</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">maybe I should get my eyes checked...</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">” a mouse come hauling ass through the room. Because I was raised by cats, I took off after it and chased it into the kitchen where it found refuge under the stove, so I sat and waited... but as soon as i stood up to get more coffee, it took off peeling around the corner (if it had been a car, it would have burned rubber), in which case I took off after it, chasing it from kitchen, to music room, to living room, to entrance way, until it took off under the door into the basement. I stopped there, no way I was going to go into the basement. So I told Bern when he got up that the sneaky mouse lived in the basement. B set up a trap and now the mouse is dead. End of story...</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times; min-height: 10.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The power went out on saturday night, for maybe half an hour, and it was pitch black. I’d been sitting watching something with B, and he was prepared, because this had already happened once that evening, so he makes his way into the kitchen to light some candles. I follow behind at a distance so I don’t run into him. Jordan had been sitting in the den/office working on a giude book, power goes out = lost work, dang (actually it was a goblin yell of frustration, eek). He also makes his way to the kitchen (with a frightful purpose). Bernie who is ahead of me is the first victim, Jordan scares him and I stop where I am, B laughs and I hear him shuffle from the room, taking the candle with him. It’s quiet, too quiet... I think of all the zombie movies I’ve seen. “</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jordan?</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">” I called out, wait a second, then I call out again “</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">jordan???</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">” I know he’s there in the darkness, waiting to scare me! My only defense is to fall to the ground. I hear shuffling, and I curl up smaller. J laughs, “Where are you?” Ha, he was right in front of me, I start kicking with my feet, powder-puffing his shins. Jerk, trying to scare me! But I showed him!</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times; min-height: 10.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It’s actually a good thing we were home this weekend. Bernie has some chickens, and ducks and geese, which he lets wander around the yard (and who follow him around as he does yard work), and on sunday we were all inside chilling (just humans, not poultry), I was making my manicotti and noticed the geese doing their usual thing (wandering and picking at the gardens), but something was different, I look closer, holy shit, the male goose was chasing a bobcat up the hill. hahaha. I called Bernie so he could go and protect his geese, because the bobcat was coming back down the hill. So B went out and scared the cat away, and after a look at the geese he discovered one of the lady geese had a bite mark on her neck. Hmmm, she didn’t seem too bad, so he herded all his poultry friends into their pen and locked them up. The bobcat came back twice more! Looking for food. It left me feeling very torn, the kitty must be really hungry (and we all should know I am quite partial to cats), but I didn’t want it to kill B’s poultry friends, and unfortunately on monday morning the lady goose passed away.</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaUbvQ-qdCE_y6JWtYhWq-sG2vmbhMWxN02HOP3l8T5uhw-lVxmnTDdfj8jON-pfiPYI8A1VqR8ZkbDNlwm3uomPRX8WuQEhoF-vNnpNOySya68oYQ-MgO54hA1Ibakk3653oqPA6j7bA/s400/BobcatPicColour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402628999142820130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px; " /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times; min-height: 10.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Geese left in the flock: 3</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mice killed: 1</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lives to live: 9</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 8.0px Times"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Little Sister</span></span></b></p>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-55014412793095841372009-11-10T15:04:00.000-08:002009-11-10T15:27:37.503-08:00Three Sisters For Hucul Printing!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1MFWea566X5udHhBgR-64EHXhXyC0iK0QUQahMejWT4QmRwzXRckWNWlBCAzOZJ2m8QIC1-R_mPBsSMOCCW1_2NcHe_PIT_z4azBEP-NxU5DqHLgtsPOWIe7KsnKhUR2ZtTmF-7F10Pz/s1600-h/hucul.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1MFWea566X5udHhBgR-64EHXhXyC0iK0QUQahMejWT4QmRwzXRckWNWlBCAzOZJ2m8QIC1-R_mPBsSMOCCW1_2NcHe_PIT_z4azBEP-NxU5DqHLgtsPOWIe7KsnKhUR2ZtTmF-7F10Pz/s400/hucul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402614973899896546" /></a>Well for Halloween we got to be in the Hucul Printing ad for the Friday AM flyer!! (Little sister works there so you can say we have a foot in the door.) We all got together during the week at Hucul and with a few pictures and lots of laughs. Alex Salazar took the picture and did all the work to it. (Not that we needed much work) But we think he did an amazing job and we think it really turned out well. Everyone has a hard time telling us apart and who is who, which is weird cause we think it's pretty obvious...anyways. Thanks to Hucul Printing for the opportunity and thanks to Alex Salazar for all the work he put into making us look so awesome!!! You can find other ads that Hucul Printing has put out on Facebook, just search Hucul Printing Ltd and you can see the other ads!! (All the ads are hilarious and original!! Not your average print shop!!)<div><br /></div><div><i>Best Print shop: Hucul Printing!!</i></div><div><i>Best Designer at Hucul: Alex Salazar</i></div><div><i>Mention of Hucul Printing: Lots!!! (shamelessly!!) </i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-80210507913620781892009-10-30T16:19:00.000-07:002009-10-30T17:46:31.332-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIeZ6-bBSRfFyjMpkU2W-qfIMTsrKkf0e6EPin5CvCShh8O00omH7wBsbl6eysRa0-NR6v42XyBC7eaTBPmCVB6i_LVX13VcFq6WLSV-8m3maoOf7w7KQFKxfn-rOlEFcCEnIIB7496q4/s1600-h/mousy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398548134094751506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIeZ6-bBSRfFyjMpkU2W-qfIMTsrKkf0e6EPin5CvCShh8O00omH7wBsbl6eysRa0-NR6v42XyBC7eaTBPmCVB6i_LVX13VcFq6WLSV-8m3maoOf7w7KQFKxfn-rOlEFcCEnIIB7496q4/s320/mousy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I know you've hear the rumors about Middle Children in a family. Tough, under-loved, & a little rough around the edges. For the most part, I believe this to be the truth about me too, until this past weekend. It started about a week ago, when I began to hear nibbling & scratching in the heat vents in the ceiling. <em>Hmm</em>, I thought, <em>I have a mouse</em>. No biggie, I also have a cat, Sadie, who is evil. On Saturday morning I spent some time cleaning my beautiful bedroom when I noticed something crawling away from my cat; there he was! <em>The mouse!</em> I didn't want him to run away, & Sadie had no interest in him for some reason, so I grabbed the nearest jar in my room, shook out the giant wolf spider (I catch spiders ... it's a hobby), & proceeded to shoo the mouse into the jar with the spiked heel of my stiletto. <em>Wow, monster mouse! So chubby & cute! Hmm, why is he moving so slowly? Wait ....</em> I examined the mouse from the top. <em>Yeah, he's fine ...</em> then I looked from the bottom of the jar & my tummy did flips; my Sadie had played with the mouse, a little <em>too</em> vigouriously it seems as his tiny left leg had been torn nearly off of his body which had ripped open his stomach to trail his guts behind him. <em>Ohmigod!</em> I booked into the kitchen & let him crawl onto a clean dishcloth, where he curled up & closed his big brown eyes. Placing him on the heat vent for the stove (on the dishcloth), I turned the oven light on to keep him warm as I tried to think of a solution for his pain & suffering. <em>Nothing</em>, I came up with <em>nothing</em>; there was no way I could kill him, hit him with a shoe, put him in the freezer, chuck him into the field, <em>nothing</em>. So he sat on my stove, curled up in a warm cozy cloth, eyes closed & breathing slowly. Out of nowhere, I began to cry, & not just a couple tears, I cried like a <em>bitch!</em> There was nothing I could do for the mouse but comfort him as he lay dying, & that scared & saddened me. I watched his breathing shallow & become ragged; & he opened his eyes & looked around my kitchen with his tiny twitching nose, turning his little head towards me & blinked. He was taken by spasms as he died, his eyes still on me before he finally took his last breath & passed on. Sitting down, I cried & put the cloth with his small body on my lap & just sat there, thinking about death. I was terrified, I could<em> feel</em> panic rising up the back of my neck like the cold, sticky fingers of the Reaper, my skin was covered in goosebumps & I felt like I was going to be sick. But there was nothing I could do but sit & cry & be frightened. In my mind all I could picture was <em>me</em> dying, everything I would miss: my kids growing up, laughing with my sisters, <em>maybe</em> my wedding, becoming a grandmother, <em>everything</em>, & how I'd just be dust in a box & nothing but a memory that is eventually forgotten. This <em>terrifies</em> me. I know it would be better for me to turn around & celebrate life, enjoy every moment I have because I don't know when it will be my last (& one day it <em>will</em> be), but even now I cannot; I sit & cry like a scared child because I don't ever want to say goodbye to those I love, to my life, to everything that is uniquely <em>me</em>. <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>To my children & my sisters</strong></span>, I love you more than anything this world will ever has to offer, you are my heart, my soul, everything that is me; if I die, never forget me, because I will <em>never</em> forget you. </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Middle Sister</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>Mice to Mourn: </em></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>1</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="color:#000000;">Lives to Live:</span></em><strong> Just one</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="color:#000000;">Doses of Venlafaxine XR:</span></em><strong> 300mg Daily</strong></span></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-12049896863003893692009-10-30T13:45:00.000-07:002009-10-30T14:47:32.809-07:001...2....3...too many....start over!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNz3S753gi5GPDsVNJ257H15b_-CIw7Rc2-GRuzbzgFZn-FMWNOJX5jMfTKSkZHbaFCb8PVlVzaCEDczE1wd_QveVp6pvLR8_iB4qTxIUM40slGwmDttFA72w_HyVHjYUIwI4zltlwk6c/s1600-h/PeiMei.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNz3S753gi5GPDsVNJ257H15b_-CIw7Rc2-GRuzbzgFZn-FMWNOJX5jMfTKSkZHbaFCb8PVlVzaCEDczE1wd_QveVp6pvLR8_iB4qTxIUM40slGwmDttFA72w_HyVHjYUIwI4zltlwk6c/s320/PeiMei.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398511938085389266" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Well, I think I may have found the perfect recipe for making coffee! Pretty proud!! Many trials and errors though, and it didn't happen over night. One hint that was told to me was to shake the shit out of the grinder while it was blending. This way the beans blend evenly, rather than becoming a fine powder on the bottom, and half beans on top. Makes sense right!!?? Now came the tricky part, how many beans do i add to make a perfect cup of java??? I vaguely remember adding about 3 teaspoons the last time I poisoned myself, so obviously I need to add less. So I start with 2 and half a teaspoons worth.....hmm, looks ok, but looks like there is too many, so i take out 3, look, add 1, hmm, add 2 more.....shake the grinder...pet the kittens....dump them all back, start over, curse the coffee gods......1 teaspoon, 2 teaspoon, 5 beans, take away 1.....look.....look at french press, hold up and examine french press......murmur to myself.....pour beans into french press, get scared at how many beans are in french press, dump into grinder...stare....poke with finger....hmm, add 2 more.....remove a teaspoon worth, play with imaginary beard, hmm, add it back, scratch my head....2 more.....then close my eyes and blend blindly!!!! It was quite the process.....when I got the beans all coarsely chopped I put them into the press and added a pinch of salt, and about 3 cups water, set the timer for 3 minutes and waited. The longest 3 minutes of my life....I was having flash backs as to how disgusting my last cup of "fresh" coffee tasted, how it took all the moisture from my body, I could feel my eyes being sucked back into my head, not even enough tears to blink!! Awful!!! Finally the timer dinged *ding* I added my cream and sugar, stared at the cream and coffee mixing with one another to form a wonderful coffee-color (you know the color) *ting ting* goes the spoon. The moment of truth!!</div><div>Delightful!!! </div><div>All that over analyzing paid off!!! Knock on wood I can keep it up. Only takes me 40 minutes to get the measurement right......So if your coming over for coffee, call ahead, I need some time!!! </div><div>I have, however, started jogging more often. Its great. It is getting a little cold and things have been pretty busy, but you can always find time to jog, nothing beats that feeling you get when your done your run, like you could just keep jogging....Love it. </div><div>Anyways. Gotta run (ha-ha) Happy Halloween!!!</div><div> Big Sister. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Satisfied tasters of my coffee: 4</i></div><div><i>Gaudy rings found on jogging route: 1</i></div><div><i>Halloween Costume: Yup, thanks to middle sister!! </i></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJxclXkiB7I_b6UmtTNBwl8YX5Hq6t8ScVDeC9gPgzFajxyJkmBjU_WNvTmJOXI1n57CGOifnL7nHQOU_Wyp1Qu12v8C8X7K5gkHxrrUjfnHkqdAMiZ9weUxGTLazldMDvRuIAxw3-ygT/s1600-h/scary!!.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJxclXkiB7I_b6UmtTNBwl8YX5Hq6t8ScVDeC9gPgzFajxyJkmBjU_WNvTmJOXI1n57CGOifnL7nHQOU_Wyp1Qu12v8C8X7K5gkHxrrUjfnHkqdAMiZ9weUxGTLazldMDvRuIAxw3-ygT/s320/scary!!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398507705979067538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-68366620531573466232009-10-29T09:10:00.000-07:002009-10-29T13:08:44.429-07:00Let the training begin!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">pumped</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> for training! Started with jogging last week, went with Big sister and Melissa, jogging outside on pavement hurts! Hurts in a good way though, we went two days in a row, my quads were so sore, I had trouble walking down stairs, and I was crawling up stuff like Gollum! J and I went to the gym, I can now do </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> pull ups! I will get back to my 10 that I was at last year (and that would be three sets of ten, thank you very much)! For motivational purposes we like to watch bulging brides, it’s facinating, I love people losing weight! Then playing with the kittens, it’s part of our training regime as well, I can bench press </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">THREE</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> kittens, that’s right, three. And it’s so great to actually have time to do all this, now that we live in town! We went to the climbing gym also, I didn’t actually do all that much there, mostly told Brandon E. what to do, hahaha.</span></span></div> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My hair, I’ve decided not to keep growing it, because I already know what it will look like...... It’s going to look like my hair, except longer. Yeah, I don’t want to look like a soccer mom, when I don’t even have kids! I’m not going to shave it off,(though that would be an improvement) just shorter, like when I cut off my dreads. Sweet, sweet dreads... They were perfect, the only problem was they got </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">HEAVY</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> and gave me migranes. But they were so long and manageable! There were only two stlyes for them: Down or up. Absolutely awesome. Now my hair has been released, and every strand has an idea of it’s own. Most mornings I look like a cat that has been startled, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">pffft</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">! </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxk4VkLrdqdU95wMWEwFdA0zjsGksRsHUqW5jE8WNxH28dovP0ZeZBX9Id6sUCWOeu6R6EklxUlpogEPy9zWqzZcN9Q_ASicCXWTpwvGmEnQ3P_CC-K2obxgbxz8LpKLUyS0KkcSKD6IsD/s320/n695835517_246477_1205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398056843953428098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yep, now that things are calming down, I can really start planning our trip, sweet! This summer and fall were too crazy to spend much time doing it. We had a fire out in the valley, so we moved all our valuable stuff to B & S’s, then the fire was over and we moved it all back, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">THEN</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> we decided that living in town was a good idea, and moved it ALL into town! What a gong show. I never realized how crappy moving was. This is the first place we moved out to (other that the “</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Winlaw experience</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">” but that’s another story), and luckily I got on this </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BIG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> feng shui kick last year, so we had already gotten rid of the crap we didn’t need, but there was still a lot of stuff to be moved. And then the cleaning!... Like I said before, I had to clean the bathroom... and we did the carpets, and well, everything! It’s a lot of work, but now it’s over, and I can hardly believe that we don’t live there any more, I will miss it, it was beautiful.</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was sitting at Hucul with Big sister and the Wizard the other day, Wizard was going to brew us a magical cup of coffee. He reached into the fridge to grab the beans.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Big sister said</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> “You aren’t supposed to keep coffee in the fridge, it should be stored somewhere dark and cool.”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Wizard replied</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> “Like the fridge?...”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Little sister</span></b></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pull ups:</span></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5</span></b></span></i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Number of times moving my stuff for no reason:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2</span></b></i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Number of days (out of 60) I have planned for traveling</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: </span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">0</span></span></b></i></p>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-69626467572007402862009-10-23T09:10:00.000-07:002009-10-23T09:22:38.435-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgQeBUglMjPOCziSFRVZmusrD3jXWzJvBbpNqympyZO9HLgIDxBUYb1Pkj7MoKx_6N7dNuBJy5zA_b1wV6QzKDBqlv-_2D5Ii92VPgv70E-Kgk7cvOGqC7HvqgIk6GMGpYxtEJAtxz4Pz/s1600-h/Lines-Headings10Qs.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5qOx99AnRlywGAkq5C42SN1_2JxytxB-Pr5g3UCusgrzA1GJXpiKfsk2pNdzb2VgD4jRyHFVC0vD3LHpfss4Vdvb2Ev7Eq1IQf6a2eoe2B3iklNeWMGXnTH0PN_9jCsY5QAkyUDJzHv-/s320/10QuestionsTrina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395830829328078818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_z4ncHlUps6pI96Nxn6PBqWw-osG23Kdiyim9biR076kDu0O48VlVBTtjnvmKPOnfkcfyh9kVcmWBppI1xGXmLGGuVN-hbgpqx0A2LkmknDqvPoggP5pLVl5NFuFd5YncmCImcAGyGXH/s1600-h/10QuestionsAlaina.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_z4ncHlUps6pI96Nxn6PBqWw-osG23Kdiyim9biR076kDu0O48VlVBTtjnvmKPOnfkcfyh9kVcmWBppI1xGXmLGGuVN-hbgpqx0A2LkmknDqvPoggP5pLVl5NFuFd5YncmCImcAGyGXH/s320/10QuestionsAlaina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395829398896528530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-18607827751064839202009-10-22T19:20:00.000-07:002009-10-22T20:41:41.368-07:00Bitch, whaaaa-?!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh778a6FFm-4exE479esBfGfsBpd-qu4Mex5jc1Tc1g61qU1ybX0lxGS30hPzZ7obUtbASjD6lGUh6vDz8qvsnCsmDcglrUxTpto-gaL6BJ2lZ0Cj7IsHq_3lzPZs5xCULvEwky608MeQHS/s1600-h/pimp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395631256766588226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh778a6FFm-4exE479esBfGfsBpd-qu4Mex5jc1Tc1g61qU1ybX0lxGS30hPzZ7obUtbASjD6lGUh6vDz8qvsnCsmDcglrUxTpto-gaL6BJ2lZ0Cj7IsHq_3lzPZs5xCULvEwky608MeQHS/s320/pimp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">So, I'm cruisin' around town today after work, just getting some errands out of the way, & I couldn't help but notice that a lot of people stare at me when I am driving. Could it be that I am oh-so beautiful? Or maybe my impecible driving skills? Alas, I wish I could answer yes to those, unfortunately, they are all staring at my car ...pardon me, my <em>yacht</em>. When I got my current vehicle I was in a desperate situation, I needed something ASAP & would take the 1st thing to roll into my life for $500 & under. And there he was, at the parking lot of a liquor store, 15 feet long & flat white with glossy blue buffalos spray painted on either front fender, solid steel with a Chevy V8 getting 1 mile per gallon & making the ozone his bitch. Caesar, as I have named him, is a 1985 Caprice Classic, & for $500 this beast has been the easiest running car I have ever owned. To put it simply, he is beautiful on the inside, but I still feel the shame when I'm driving & kids point at me, or my friends don't want to take my car anywhere. Ugh. But then I began thinking about winter, with all the snow, ice, & poor plowing on behalf of the city, Caesar's going to be the shiz! I can't wait to write off someone's fancy new Honda-mobile when they cut me off or slide into me, while I get nothing more than a li'l ol' ding (in the back of my mind I am singing the musical theme for the Wicked Witch off the Wizard of Oz) ... Then I started wondering, <em>hmm</em>, where's Xzibit when I need him? I need him to Pimp My Ride! There's no reason why I should have a fugly car for the rest of my life, especially when I treat them so well ...I can see Caesar now, pearlized white with chrome trimmings, riding low on a spanky new chrome rims; soft leather interior in Roman Red, & a brand new stereo system to drowned out my kids's bickering >:) *sigh* for now, I keep my buffalos & feel the shame. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Middle Sister.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>Xzibit Apprearences</em>: <span style="color:#ff0000;">0</span></div><div><em>Horsepower:</em> <span style="color:#ff0000;">350</span></div><div><em>Hit & Runs</em>: <span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>pending</em></span></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-77839959948439648452009-10-21T20:12:00.000-07:002009-10-22T20:56:29.666-07:00Bye Bye to Blackies Balls.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmArWs5qrVEVGaX-fKvO34GASJlS8IrGIKfy8ZAzFDY1sIvXwSFm5VgWAnB3swXfek4yuDGBQEayWluQXHRRGzjRbmhVsd-5ODnK9z39MDAsS9D-meKAhONj1IMw78T6Tzkw3_-kJqzvaF/s1600-h/TheScream.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmArWs5qrVEVGaX-fKvO34GASJlS8IrGIKfy8ZAzFDY1sIvXwSFm5VgWAnB3swXfek4yuDGBQEayWluQXHRRGzjRbmhVsd-5ODnK9z39MDAsS9D-meKAhONj1IMw78T6Tzkw3_-kJqzvaF/s200/TheScream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395268386938496514" /></a>well, I get scared. Not all the time, but quiet a bit. I was thinking about this the other night when I was walking home from school. (I have a math course that starts at 6pm and ends at 8pm, Lovely) I feel safe when I'm in the school, but as soon as I start approaching the door, I start to imagine what's waiting for me out there....monsters, kidnappers, perverts. All terrifying. Any sort of noise or movement I instantly start thinking of the worst case scenarios: "Oh my god, the tree moved...."I know there is a kidnapper hiding up there and he has been waiting since this morning to get me when I came back for math....I know IT!!!! He has been stalking me, he jumped the train in Kamloops just to get me, he found me on face book!!!" I'm not sure why I think those things, but I do. I can't even imagine thinking to myself "hey, that might be a stupid little chipmunk doing his thang, no need to be scared...." My mind instantly goes to the worst case. And I'm not even sure that is the worst case, I'm certain there are worse. Maybe my mind goes to the most un-realist thing possible. Who knows. Even when I'm walking down the brightly lit up sub-division, not a forest in sight, I automatically start thinking I have a cougar stalking me, I convince myself I can smell it...."hey, I smell something weird.....it's a man eating cougar...and he is after ME!" Or, if I smell garbage, I think there is a bear around me. Pathetic.....Aliens Zombies, you name it, Im scared of them. I sometimes can't even look out the window at night cause I have yet again convinced myself there is an alien looking back at me, and I can't get out of bed cause there is an evil clown under my waiting to grab my ankle and then I would fall into the closet where I would fall into the poltergeist world and be trapped for eternity. A big chain reaction. Terrifying. Unimaginable. Childish. Yes!! <div>I did do some big girl things. Like fail my english Essay. Typical and not surprised. Essays are the work of the devil. </div><div>I went for a big jog with my friend on Sunday. It was fun. And every day since then I have been planning on going for a run, excited about it, but it never happens. I think Friday is the one day it will work. oops!!</div><div>Also, our only male kitten gets neutered tomorrow!!! Poor little guy. (maybe then he will stop biting everyone.) </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, Another day another adventure. -Big Sister.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Cat balls: -2</i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Essays to re-write: +4 (UGH!)</span></div><div><i>Run in with a zombies, cougar, kidnapper, bear, or evil being: 0</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitONPpYoXN44tgGOJwZ7itrFmHcv5AcExVdSxzPrbGeOAfzcJwLdm3Pcwwz1eXO5fUbXNEjN_y_ZSzPvgKB8MSeetrAiVfP0Wbzu2-uetwWymOYjigQC2ltxA2K0WlQuzIiuQdww6Gxtvq/s1600-h/JaboMarblesBlackPlayer.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitONPpYoXN44tgGOJwZ7itrFmHcv5AcExVdSxzPrbGeOAfzcJwLdm3Pcwwz1eXO5fUbXNEjN_y_ZSzPvgKB8MSeetrAiVfP0Wbzu2-uetwWymOYjigQC2ltxA2K0WlQuzIiuQdww6Gxtvq/s200/JaboMarblesBlackPlayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395268505330521810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /></a></span></i></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-28010732977806721582009-10-20T07:55:00.000-07:002009-10-22T20:57:16.487-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyzPCoo4ZSV47Rmb3KsbV2lr-QTqUrDp1cZBnyyFrroByhT5jAFD16DSnfZJ0Q6Ke9eq-qy2W0R8CX6Sz7Vk9aDhcfukmlbvsijpWYhLPb9RHhI3hYsvvwf3YgCyI7wFdzqiA2Girz_ll/s1600-h/LilAlaina.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyzPCoo4ZSV47Rmb3KsbV2lr-QTqUrDp1cZBnyyFrroByhT5jAFD16DSnfZJ0Q6Ke9eq-qy2W0R8CX6Sz7Vk9aDhcfukmlbvsijpWYhLPb9RHhI3hYsvvwf3YgCyI7wFdzqiA2Girz_ll/s320/LilAlaina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394696338129550354" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, it's a full week after thanksgiving, and my sisters and I decided it was a great time to celebrate it, happens all the time. We went over to Alex's place and proceeded to cook a beautiful 12 course meal, including: mushroom caps (yum), edename (yum), spinach supreme, potato... things, guacamole, chips, as well as the main course, Hot Dogs. It was pretty classy.<br />So was the Rock Band we played after, with Middle Sister singing in an operatic voice to Billy Idol, Korn and Pat Benetar. And all of us stroking out trying to play Tool, on the easy setting... My hair was all for the 80's rock band. I was told it was Very Rick James... Bitch! I really should have looked in the mirror before we left the house, or at least accepted the offered toque from Big Sister, who was apparently trying to be polite.<br />The day didn't start off this amazing, I woke up with a headache, which always sucks and doesn't happen very often. So, thinking to fix it all, I took an Advil liquid gel... and felt really sick, it started when I burped and my throat tasted as I imagine biting into a battery might taste... I'm pretty sure I could have jumped someone's car had they needed it! So I went an had a nap until I felt better, which wasn't until 2:30pm, a little later than I usually like to get up.<br />The poor Wizard had two wisdom teeth removed this afternoon, which means he was be out of it for the day (you may have noticed the bizarre facebook posts). He decided to take the opportunity of having time off to learn more spells and magic... We mugged Little Alex for his Xbox 360, and the game The Elder Scrolls - Oblivion. Can't wait to see what he learns, should be amazing. He got an early start on it actually, as it was 4am this morning when he turned it off. What an eager beaver! Oh, something amazing happened on the way to the dentist, I was eating a wrap from the Pink Cherry when, <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">ZING</span></i></b>, I bit into a piece of the foil that was wrapped around it, it took a little work, but I found the <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">evil</span></i> tinny culprit!!!!<br />Anyways, new day today! I opted for the toque, it makes my life easier.<br /><br />Little Sister<br /><br /><i>Hair Control:</i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">+1</span><br /><i>Urges to play Rock Band:</i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">+10</span><br /><i>Zinging teeth:</i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">+2</span></span></span>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-75734162654875095182009-10-17T18:56:00.000-07:002009-10-22T20:57:46.128-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFhO8k0TUAZzvgPDXOBIP2dydGbpqhaY9xpizybRAdKzvZlS8Yve-a0Eu9dpXB8_p_RTrafi5c2_RAejBrc46U8ww_ADe5hYT3CZ7DfAR5mCe9W3_BWkvatKSrI2JdM8xO7PEng0fJIoP/s1600-h/011+(2).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFhO8k0TUAZzvgPDXOBIP2dydGbpqhaY9xpizybRAdKzvZlS8Yve-a0Eu9dpXB8_p_RTrafi5c2_RAejBrc46U8ww_ADe5hYT3CZ7DfAR5mCe9W3_BWkvatKSrI2JdM8xO7PEng0fJIoP/s320/011+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393764309408412210" /></a><br /><div style="">This morning I started the day off right: Bollywood Music Videos, the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); ">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">s</span> always get me pumped! Whooo! The Wiz made me a London Fog too, but it was more of a London, <i>Ontario</i> Fog, as there was only Hazelnut flavoring in the house.</div><div>Then I looked in the mirror, yep, still have my hair... You know the movie Ghost, and how Whoopi's character could channel spirits, well, I can channel dead hairstyles, without even trying, it just happens, has my <i>whole life</i>. But maybe that happens when you're raised by mangey cats... My hair would make Don King proud, if you look too hard you may get hypnotized, or even <i>turned to stone</i>. It also has a mind of it's own, it's like breast implant, if you turn in a direction it doesn't want to, it will just stay where it was. It defies gravity. You know how some people seem to have a black cloud following them around, I have a <i>tornado</i>, constantly whipping my hair around (and not in a good way...). I do have a great hair dresser, and she can make my hair do what she wants, but she's a professional and <i>must</i> have magic powers like the Wizard!!</div><div>After picking up Middle sister, we went to start packing and moving my stuff (where did it all come from??? Must be the Wizards). I had my hair up in a pony tail, with a headband. If anyone reading this watched the X-Men cartoon as children, my hair looked like Gambits, yep.</div><div>Moving went well, Middle sis did a <i>shotty</i> job on our bathroom, don't tell her, but I'll have to go redo it...... After we dropped the stuff off at the Big Steel Box, we proceeded to go to Big Sisters house, we brought her pizza, and Oatmeal cookies (her favorite!)...... Probably not the greatest for our supposed diet... Oh well, I don't need to worry about my weight... You know the Goldie Locks story, first one too hard, second one too soft, third one just right? That's me, except it's first and second too soft, third one too hard...... Zing! </div><div>That's enough for today!</div><div><br /></div><div>Little Sister</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Pull up: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">2</span></i></div><div><i>Hair control:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"> -10</span></i></div><div><i>kittens to snuggle: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">3</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-14307232560237646232009-10-17T18:19:00.000-07:002009-10-22T20:42:34.245-07:00Toxic Wasted Day :(<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Today was equally as counter-productive as Big Sister's, starting with what I thought was an early morning phone call from said Sister asking how to work my accursed coffee grinder. "Uuugh, what time is it?" I asked her. "11:20, no, wait, later ... 11:30." Ack! What a waste of a day! Not to mention the thick cloud cover & heavy rainfall kept my room cozy & dark to confuse me to real time of day. Up I jumped, running around perplexed & trying to figure out what it is I <i>should</i> be doing; meh-meh-meh, I should get dressed-- no, wait, coffee comes first -- crap, I have to clean the machine; pants, where's my pants<i>?!</i> Water running, <i>oooh</i>, gotta pee <i>now</i>-- I finally gave up, made my coffee in my jammies & settled nicely in front of the computer to play my delightful game of Pet Society. While in the middle of buying & selling Gold Mystery Boxes for my precious Binky, Little Sister called me to ask if I wanted to help her move today. Excellent! So, I finally got dressed, she picked me up & off we went.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I had the amazing job of packing & cleaning her bathroom. This is no normal bathroom. This bathroom would make a truck stop restroom look snuggly. Between the dusty products that expired years ago & rust-stained <i>everything</i>, I managed to get the majority of everything packed & tidied, despite the large spiders that I wished to capture. For my troubles I received a blindingly hot mocha, half a gallon of Mango Juice coloured paint, & diva sunglasses (which the Wiz is <i>sure</i> that I meant to steal passive-aggressively at some point...). </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">After the physical exertion to having to clean rust off everything in a bathroom that <i>use to</i> be white (but is once again, <i>haha!</i>), chasing large wolf spiders, & attempting to steal (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">>:-></span>) I feel that my creativity is sub par & writing my 1st Blog is probably not going to be the greatest literary work of my life. Blaargh. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">The Wizard also caught me smoking. Smoking is greatly frowned upon by the Wizard, but I sure showed him ;)</div><br /><br />Middle Sister<br /><br /><br /><i>Creativity Levels: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">0</span></i><br /><i>Thievery: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">+10</span></i><br /><i>Spidey Senses: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">tingling</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: normal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XYSOiBjwlRlTAcK-X4KCw3VxI3Ak9zHpOlL2uQzDvifZXE1c3kov9RFIToqYiVk3XgTIPtHo4YNMxB-qYqcQwqZFyraXvVzStsWoBKsNsdRpuFVzrffGoqKfD1DASi2pGM4yKoLID2Z_/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393750529124862402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XYSOiBjwlRlTAcK-X4KCw3VxI3Ak9zHpOlL2uQzDvifZXE1c3kov9RFIToqYiVk3XgTIPtHo4YNMxB-qYqcQwqZFyraXvVzStsWoBKsNsdRpuFVzrffGoqKfD1DASi2pGM4yKoLID2Z_/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></i></span>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-35665572335675395262009-10-17T16:28:00.001-07:002009-10-22T20:58:09.622-07:00Coffee, rain and cats.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOvXoljM5nkTtRu0RO47KBeazDHNdHX7QhWWWigiCTKbJGWJLtxw_VEC4bzydCdzDB30SSUXULP4LDCaejNz7k2X0jfxhvAA4wg1IxNjkcOLEHhv32w8kzCmS_Fv9tGbkYDeWjV981pbF/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOvXoljM5nkTtRu0RO47KBeazDHNdHX7QhWWWigiCTKbJGWJLtxw_VEC4bzydCdzDB30SSUXULP4LDCaejNz7k2X0jfxhvAA4wg1IxNjkcOLEHhv32w8kzCmS_Fv9tGbkYDeWjV981pbF/s200/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393729047034720866" /></a><div>Today was going to be my day to get stuff done. Get up early, have a lovely cup of coffee, get the house work done, and finish my homework......</div><div>It's funny how even the small things can turn into disasters. </div><div>Since I'm cat sitting for my youngest sister, one of the first things I have to do in the morning is clean the cat litter, the cat litter was never ending today, I swear it was like the magic porridge pot of cat shit....just kept appearing and re-growing somehow. Every time I thought i was done, one of the cats would come along and hop in and do their business yet again. I was like, hey, why not just pee and crap on my scoop, save us both some time here.... </div><div>My homework never happened, and just for the record I did try. I must of answered the same question about 100 times, each time more disorienting than the last, pure gibberish. Even now I couldn't tell you what the question was, let alone the answer. </div><div>My coffee making skills were put to the test today. I like to think I can make a pretty good cup of coffee, NOT today. I looked forward to finally being able to sit down and have a good cup'o'joe, but it was not in the cards for me today. I borrowed my sisters coffee grinder and some great coffee beans and was stoked to try it for my first time. I even called to double check how to use it. Seemed simple enough!! Couple scoops of beans, couple grinds and viola! Coffee!!!! Not the case. My first attempt was awful. So strong! I think a tear ran down my cheek. My second attempt was not so full of enthusiasm. Already grossed out, I was leery. So I decided not to waste the good beans and use some coffee I have in the cupboard. Everything went smoothly. Till I drank it. Pretty much as strong as the devil-coffee from before. Gack!!! I was so confused. How could I mess that up. I make it all the time. SO at this point I'm pissed. I dump the radioactive waste down the drain and start to boil some water, I have a plan, I feel like a mad scientist, I have some of that french vanilla stuff in my cupboard, its a NO-Brainer.....I get it all ready, so excited to have my drink, till I taste it. Pure sugar!!! Its disgusting, I'm sure my kids would even gag at the sweetness of it....</div><div>I'm drinking that french vanilla now. I refuse to dump it. It's like I'm drinking syrup. </div><div>I wish I had something great to report like I jogged to the tree line and did snow angels.....Today is a coffee and cat litter day.</div><div>-Big Sister. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Crazy Cat Lady Level:</i> +10 </div><div><i>Ruined Cups of Coffee:</i> +3</div><div><i>Minutes of Homework done:</i> +30 (none of which is legible) </div><div><i>Pull Ups:</i> 0</div><div> </div><div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSGy0rXCkDUms5Z4wvNC5bEFw3GmgZHlrP96pVtW2OpBmOkWqqSRUxVwCTo5ZdzxYZbIXmaZBu_IO6xY2ILST24xwGdnSkuJKaEF0g2QrLWXh0FOF-QMKO9lqdlJFh43CksDdLpTJpCL_/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393729727934915602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px; " /></span></div></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-46873653616395183882009-10-01T18:06:00.000-07:002009-10-22T20:58:37.296-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4zsBJlsCt0VRvVuKMB8TX4jKe2NEmjwcDr1Y66GmX5Mqi0VyjXKPy1ozBMkF2NzBR9rpm3ux6t2DamqdMZkaxGTmDnF8uGC8cVuIewFKslglt3xIW5zgIcc7iwO5fgHWPYYGKkiQaL0g/s1600-h/Lines-Headings.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 47px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4zsBJlsCt0VRvVuKMB8TX4jKe2NEmjwcDr1Y66GmX5Mqi0VyjXKPy1ozBMkF2NzBR9rpm3ux6t2DamqdMZkaxGTmDnF8uGC8cVuIewFKslglt3xIW5zgIcc7iwO5fgHWPYYGKkiQaL0g/s400/Lines-Headings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388111648164278290" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVWSRvzY96jYuz8427Tf8Roc36cinBdVmnlvYL4pugJB6d-YrgnGhezylVOHMzxJkxth_EUQE1wKmiVLShjNI4JETi-vLxTgJP8vLacw2DdaDZ3FHCEpJL0psg_aNHUl5GIHwTE5G_kV-/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVWSRvzY96jYuz8427Tf8Roc36cinBdVmnlvYL4pugJB6d-YrgnGhezylVOHMzxJkxth_EUQE1wKmiVLShjNI4JETi-vLxTgJP8vLacw2DdaDZ3FHCEpJL0psg_aNHUl5GIHwTE5G_kV-/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387807610169828130" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tiffany a.k.a Big Sister, Katrina a.k.a Middle Sister, Alaina a.k.a Little Sister</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzTDP_vBpRF1FLEVnAeHA8EBWHDkFc5drvMLhyRgqdriah92F_27dRxj4iyHjcRD0BkzUDkSsdp4is3gsObyxf2_tDQpLnXoPGwWFeLUimuAMggAkgugoexJjn8T3tvzI4pC6zteOsGg6/s1600-h/p151693-Canmore-Three_Sisters.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzTDP_vBpRF1FLEVnAeHA8EBWHDkFc5drvMLhyRgqdriah92F_27dRxj4iyHjcRD0BkzUDkSsdp4is3gsObyxf2_tDQpLnXoPGwWFeLUimuAMggAkgugoexJjn8T3tvzI4pC6zteOsGg6/s400/p151693-Canmore-Three_Sisters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387806207428846882" /></a><br /><br /></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886123030887642704.post-64916041718074019922009-09-30T19:14:00.000-07:002009-10-22T20:58:59.619-07:00The PlanSo our story begins with a little conversation about dying (just a regular occurrence) a bit of fear, and a hint of love. <div>Not wanting to be alone when we die, we talked about getting a family plot, <b><i>Great!</i></b> The idea was we could all be buried together, crisis averted. <i>Nope!</i> Someone had to be difficult, and wanted her ashes spread somewhere rather than to rot in a coffin, in a forgotten cemetery, or lost in someone's attic. </div><div>Now the choice of where: <i>not</i> too far, <i>not</i> too close, <i>not</i> on water, <i>not</i> in town... <i>very picky</i>. </div><div>One of us suggested that we make The Three Sisters in Canmore, our home for <b>Eternity.</b></div><div>It seemed fitting, since there are three of them and three of us...</div><div>So...... following in the foot steps of Nancy Drew, we're going to check that shit out! Hopefully, curiosity does not kill these cats! </div><div>August 2010, we will be climbing The Three Sisters, along with our Wizard and Paparazzo. We will be documenting the whole thing, our trials and tribulations, our ups and downs, our ins and outs, our fad diets and bad training (while the Wizard is not watching), and our everyday life. </div><div>So the story begins...</div><div><b>Pull-ups:</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Big Sister - 0</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Middle Sister -1</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Little Sister - 2</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Wizard Says:</span></b> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">"Pull, you fools!!!!"</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b>Paparazzo Say</b></span><b>s:</b> "Pose, you fools!!!</span>"</i></span></div>Three Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052230191325410431noreply@blogger.com1