tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21945974819636975032024-03-05T16:46:58.201-06:00nothing becomes somethingRecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-55941323450652181432010-03-24T13:11:00.001-05:002010-03-24T13:12:07.872-05:00# 36<a href="http://www.joepaduda.com/ears.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.joepaduda.com/ears.jpg" border="0" /></a>I am officially old. Yes, O-L-D. I wonder when other people hit this realization and how they felt. For me it went a little something like this...<br /><br />We're headed to dinner and some asshole went flying past us.<br /><br />"Holy shit, that guy is speeding... and was that his music? It was way too loud..." Realizing mid-sentence what I was saying and what it really meant, I tried to justify "... I mean, his system sounds totally shitty."<br /><br />How do you justify being old. In an act to pretend to be young and hip I cranked up the radio. I winced and immediately turned it back down, it was on talk radio...<br /><br /><br />*sigh*RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-87065132604884852462010-03-17T13:24:00.000-05:002010-03-17T13:32:05.481-05:00# 35Life. What's the meaning of life. That's not really a question... I don't think. Is it to merely exist or survive? Or is it more? What is the purpose of your life? How did you get here? Why are you here? Boy, I'm full of questions today. I may have a few answers. Yes you lucky eight people who follow me will find out the meaning of life.<br /><br />I know I exist for one reason. Selfishness. About 26 years ago, two people felt the need to feel extreme euphoria, then the condom broke. So here I sit, having to deal with the fact that my parents at some point had sex. I try to figure out why I am the way I am. Why I have to deal with the consequences of how two people decided I should be raised.<br /><br />So back to meaning. There's a theory that this supreme being put us here and allowed us to multiply because we're weak and feel loneliness. "I'm lonely... I think I'll stick my dick in her" And so the madness began.<br /><br />I was watching something, maybe the World's Most Amazing Events or some retardly uninteresting educational show, that goes against everything I was taught. The "amazing events" really got me thinking. There's a purpose for damn near every animal on this planet. Mostly, they serve to feed one another. But some, like Hippos help to irrigate the land. So then what is the purpose of land? Do you see how this gets confusing? Well the land feeds the herbivores and the herbivores feed the carnivores, in some instances the carnivores feed each other. Some are cannibals. So basically every animals purpose is to eat.<br /><br />So you may ask yourself 2 things: 1. where am I going with all this elementary nonsense and 2. what does this have to do with me. Well, first I'm just trying to show you how smart I am. I can converse with a 6 year old. I know, it's pretty amazing. Second, nothing. Nothing really.<br /><br />I guess what I don't get is how scientists and biologists and other-ists can stalk animals and figure out their purpose. But when I have a stalker I call the police. Oops, maybe that was a scientist trying to figure out the meaning of my life.<br /><br />I know the purpose of my life is to be happy. Which still goes back to selfishness. But most people find happiness in material things or other people. Happiness is something I believe is a choice. So if I can choose to be happy and then I don't need you, or food or a car or cute clothes.<br /><br />Crap. Before I could tell you my theory about life, I just proved it wrong. Right there in those last few sentences. Now I'm even more confused. I'll have to get back to you on the meaning of life.RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-55099906818802601172010-02-11T12:32:00.001-06:002010-02-11T15:38:17.998-06:00# 34Random Extraordinary Things About Me:<br /><ul><li>I like pepper jack cheese the most.</li><li>I can curl my tongue.</li><li>I can cross my eyes, wink and raise one eyebrow. We call this flirting.</li><li>If a recipe calls for egg whites, I say fuck this. I love the yolks, what's wrong with yolks?? Fuckin jerks...</li><li>I have nothing fancy to wear on Valentine's Day. I do have a red sweater. I know, SEXXXY.</li><li>I'm going to do another direct deposit advance so I can go shopping. Hey, a girl has got to have priorities. tyvm.</li></ul><p>That is all. Now quit looking at me like I haven't been here in ages. for fucks sake.</p>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-75394853810957679352010-01-22T16:42:00.000-06:002010-01-22T16:42:00.801-06:00# 33I'm a slacker. I have nothing seriously funny to show you today. Why must you always take, take, TAKE! When is it my turn to TAKE?! Huh?! When will you step up to the plate and show me some fucking funny shit?<br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />I can wait.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85778/recoverybabe/1770934edd980f0243f4869b5a60100d.png" border="0" /></a>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-5204047334228553132010-01-19T10:48:00.001-06:002010-01-19T10:48:00.440-06:00# 32Ok, I'm sure you're tired of hearing about my bodily functions and seeing Natalie Dee comics posted. You probably find yourself wondering if I will ever post anything of substance. You wonder why or how you stumbled upon my blog and didn't run away immediately... or even worse, why are you following me? You my dear blog reader should hang your head in shame.<br /><div></div><div><a href="http://www.yachigusaryu.com/blog/pics/gym_cartoon_2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://www.yachigusaryu.com/blog/pics/gym_cartoon_2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>So get used to my bodily functions, everyone in my real life has... and my erratic unhealthy obsessions to random shit on the internet and beyond. After all you are a little part of that. </div><br /><div></div><div>Speaking of bodily functions... kidding... Yea, so I decided that I would start working out again. It's been about 4 or 5 months since I've been to the gym. And even then, I went once, saw some hot bitch running her ass off on the treadmill, barely breaking a sweat and I said fuck this shit. This time I'm determined. Ok, so determination is not something I have, but maybe there's something lacking in my character that is forcing me to the gym. </div><div> </div><div>Might it be the jealousy? Maybe I'm seeking the approval of someone else. Either way, I'm not gonna complain, I'm back at the gym. Now I just need to work on this eating right stuff.</div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85778/recoverybabe/1770934edd980f0243f4869b5a60100d.png" border="0" /></a></div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-90335102697453779362010-01-16T11:48:00.002-06:002010-01-16T11:48:00.333-06:00# 31<span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Nothing makes me happier than taking a really big shit.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br />This has been the first installment of...<br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">Random things about yours truly that you could probably go your entire life with out knowing.</span></em><br /><em></em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85778/recoverybabe/1770934edd980f0243f4869b5a60100d.png" border="0" /></a>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-22906186645897052882010-01-15T10:16:00.000-06:002010-01-15T10:16:00.805-06:00# 30So I'm obsessed with <a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/">Natalie Dee</a>... like you can't tell. And maybe I'm a little late getting to the party, but whatev. So so so fucking happy it's Friday. Been a busy week, I know you have all missed my mind-blowing posts, just stay on the edge of your seat... I'm sure to disappoint momentarily.<br /><a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/011210/ive-had-a-rough-week-at-the-office-i-tell-you-what.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 402px" alt="" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/011210/ive-had-a-rough-week-at-the-office-i-tell-you-what.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/102008/peas-in-the-shirt.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px" alt="" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/102008/peas-in-the-shirt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85778/recoverybabe/1770934edd980f0243f4869b5a60100d.png" border="0" /></a>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-834298238014842082010-01-12T14:45:00.001-06:002010-01-12T14:45:08.112-06:00# 29I've been spending the better half of the day<a href="http://www.sharingmachine.com/ubersearch/ubersearch.php?search=&searchtype%5B%5D=content&searchtype%5B%5D=link&searchsite%5B%5D=ND"> searching random words on Natalie Dee</a>. Go ahead an give it a whirl, you won't regret it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/112208/quit-teabaggin-me.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 567px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/112208/quit-teabaggin-me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/012605/i-spent-40-minutes.jpg"></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85778/recoverybabe/1770934edd980f0243f4869b5a60100d.png" border="0" /></a></div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-80575699558610594662010-01-08T12:45:00.002-06:002010-01-08T12:46:41.472-06:00# 28Funny Fucking Shit Friday...<br /><br />If you've seen my blog, or read it you know tact and class are words even super trailer park white trash would not use to describe me... So if you're offended easily... wait, what the hell are you doing here. Go find some <a href="http://jesusblogger.wordpress.com/">Jesus blog </a>to read.<br /><br />Without further... erm adoouu... uh edeww... you get it, right... Here's some Funny (Fucked Up) Fucking Shit.<br /><br /><a href="http://woondu.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/hilarious_baby_picture.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 513px" alt="" src="http://woondu.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/hilarious_baby_picture.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, really. Breathe. I had to remind myself to breathe. So many things wrong with this picture. Not only does it look like my BFF but really? It's like from the 80's and how did it get on the internet now? I know if I was her I'd be pissed. Unless this is some sweet ass party trick and she posted this shit. Then amen sister, you are my new hero... no over here, hey I'm over here...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>I just love these little guys. I mean they're so cute and mean and perverted and raunchy and just great... *resists urge to post 18 Cyanide & Happiness comics*</p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/thumbwar.png"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/thumbwar.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>Now here's some parenting I can get with...</p><p><a href="http://a858.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/l_9f657fc9a2107afb2a90ee279784d929.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://a858.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/l_9f657fc9a2107afb2a90ee279784d929.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hope you have a wonderful fucking Friday...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85778/recoverybabe/1770934edd980f0243f4869b5a60100d.png" border="0" /></a>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-80840235602534499302010-01-07T10:05:00.003-06:002010-01-07T12:30:44.928-06:00# 27<a href="http://online.recordnet.com/projects/blog/2009/0626OneShoe_003.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://online.recordnet.com/projects/blog/2009/0626OneShoe_003.JPG" border="0" /></a>What's with the random shoes laying in the middle of the street. Am I the only one who sees this going on? Does it only happen here? Do you notice that its usually only sneakers? Dirty, beaten up poor little ol knock off Nike's. I never see a red stiletto hangin out in the median. That would make more since to me; heels are torture. Never in pairs and I can't but help wonder. Where are the socks? Or sock?<br /><div></div><br /><div>Did you leave the house this morning with only one shoe because that's all you could find... decide half way to work, fuck it, shoes are over rated and tossed that bitch out the window??</div><div></div><br /><div>Was this poor shoe ripped from your foot in a heated argument, and your punishment is a cold left foot?</div><div></div><br /><div>Did you have an overwhelming case of road rage, and when you reached for your nine you found a Reebok instead?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So many unanswered questions...</div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-3831417753890803672010-01-05T09:30:00.001-06:002010-01-05T09:35:18.383-06:00# 26<div><a href="http://futureme.org/index.php">FutureMe.org</a><br /><br />What a great site. You can write letters to your future self. I've been doing it for about a year now and it's amazing how I always tell myself exactly what I need to hear. I got an email from my past self today...<br /><blockquote><p>Dear FutureMe, </p><p>Hey today's Kelly's birthday, don't forget!</p><p>So how's the new place with Alan? Have you got it all fixed up yet? Get those boxes out of the house!!! now! Un pack them already! Get organized.</p><p>Did you get a bunch of shit for Christmas that you won't use??? Hey just be grateful that there are people who thought of you, you ungrateful bitch!</p><p>Are you still working at the same place? Wishing you worked somewhere else? I bet, you always do. </p><p>Have you pretended to make resolutions, to which you will never keep, or did you just not even kid yourself this year? Get off your ass, use the fitness center... </p><p>Are you still a coupon whore? I bet... Why don't you try putting the money you save into your savings?! Huh what a fucking concept! Get on that shit yo, like today. You might have a vacation one day. </p><p>Ok, quit being so hard on yourself... it's tough love and you know you love you... whoa that's not confusing.</p><p>Do something nice for yourself today. And for him. </p><p>xoxoxo </p></blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://futureme.org/img/futureme_logo.png"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" alt="" src="http://futureme.org/img/futureme_logo.png" border="0" /></a>And there you have it you. Go ahead write yourself a letter, you know you want to... What would you tell yourself a year from now?<br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><p><br /></p></div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-18722055626807510482010-01-04T16:27:00.000-06:002010-01-04T16:25:12.406-06:00# 25The new year has come an gone, or it's still here... Depends on how you see things. For me it's kind of like a birthday except I don't presents... Everything still feels the same and for whatever reason I feel like it shouldn't. New year, no big deal. I feel like I should make some resolutions (have I already touched on this) but I feel like I missed the party. Hell, it's already the 4th.<br /><div></div><br /><div>I have alot going on at work and home and somehow I manage to either obsessively check my email or play Build-A-Lot and never really get anything done. Needless to say, I'm still procrastinating. I'm not taking responsibility for some dumb ass project at work. I could get all ranty here, but I'll pretend it doesn't bother me that much. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So check it out... I'm not gonna let shit rent space in my head. I'm not going to finish anything by it's deadline. I will be late for everything. And thanks to these stupid computer games; I probably won't have a sex life either... no wait, that can't be right... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/avatar_pic.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 535px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px" alt="" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/avatar_pic.jpg" border="0" /></a>In other news, I saw Avatar in 3D and it was bad-muthafuckin-ass. I'm kinda glad the IMAX was sold out, just plain old regular 3D made me a little nauseous. Either way, best 11 bucks I ever spent. Don't wait for this one to come out on DVD, seriously, you'll be highly disappointed if you do.</div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-81896623466948493452009-12-31T14:42:00.001-06:002010-01-12T14:45:43.261-06:00# 24Dear 2009,<br /><p>Thanks for being a pretty awesome year. I wasted a majority of you on the Internets and I vow not to treat 2010 with such disrespect. You gave me lots of laughs and gas. You taught me that it is ok to love and be loved. You helped me discover that I rather enjoy cussing and cooking. You showed me how to get out of my comfort zone and how to get more than my big toe wet. You opened my eyes to the beauty of waking up before dawn. You broadened my horizons and opened my legs. You made my family grow. You showed me how to be ok with myself and taught me that it's ok to take 3 shits a day. You also taught me that life is precious and I may as well enjoy being in debt. For all these things and more I thank you and send you away with warm thoughts and welcome 2010 with open arms.</p><br /><p>Farewell my dear friend,</p><br /><p>RBabe<br /></p><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>PS Bloody Poop is not funny.</p><br /><p>PPS Tell 2010 that Jenny does not want anymore bloody poop.<a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/100604/mindpowers.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/100604/mindpowers.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-77630056006822004552009-12-30T14:49:00.004-06:002009-12-30T15:16:37.279-06:00# 23Twenty Ten.<br /><br />It seems weird, and makes me feel fucking old, that just 10 ten years ago people were all freaked the hell out about Y2k. I remember my parents wouldn't let me leave their side. Makes me think of just how lame that would've been... Mass chaos and I'd be stuck.<br /><br />It's funny how my brain works. I can remember the lameness of ringing in 2009, and thinking, god I hope I'm not do this all year. I can vaguely remember 2008; house party, board games... yawn, or was that 2007. See. And I can remember being 16 ten years ago about to have a nicotine fit and jonesin for a fix. The years between are kinda lost. I'm pretty sure I was passed out on some one's bathroom floor before the clock stuck 10. That was my life, then.<br /><a href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/042906/happy-new-year.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 446px" alt="" src="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/042906/happy-new-year.gif" border="0" /></a>My life is totally different today, you* might say I've done a 360. As the new year approaches I know we all can't help but reflect on the past and look to the future full of hope and empty promises to ourselves. We remember the resolutions we had last year and the year before and the year before because they're all the same and they never get resolved.<br /><br />Last year my resolution was not to have any resolutions. It worked.<br /><br />In order not to be a lazy bum I am going to set some goals for myself. Sure, there's the weight thing and the saving money thing and the be more organized thing but I have some more creative ventures on my mind. I need a little personal growth this year and I'm not talking about my ass.<br /><br />What are your (anti)resolutions?<br />Oh hey, there's a new poll up too! Don't forget how important it is to vote...<br /><br />*by you I mean an idiot. A 360? *shakes head*RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-53652990804793121302009-12-28T13:31:00.004-06:002009-12-28T13:48:02.980-06:00# 22.5So Christmas was great and I'm not gonna be all retarded like and spout off all the cool shit I got. Unless you want me to. My Aunt gave me a gift card to Bath & Body Works so I went there on my lunch break.<br /><div></div><br /><div>First I have to say after Christmas sales rock my mother fucking socks. I got 4 of those awesome hand soaps for $10.01. That should last me a while.</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://bbw.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pBBW1-4169962dt.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 512px" alt="" src="http://bbw.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pBBW1-4169962dt.jpg" border="0" /></a>Second, Jasmine Vanilla Aromatherapy scented crap makes my panties wet. Drip. For real. I think I will go to Bath & Body Works everyday on my lunch break and use their yummy lotion and body spray. My hands smell so amazing that I didn't want to wash them after I pottied. Really. Fuck it if I peed all over them, they smell fucking great. I did however pretend to wash them, I ran the water, picked at this stupid fucking zit and turned the water off. Now I have puss and piss on my hand, but they smell fucking fantastic. To bad they don't make jasmine vanilla antibacterial gel stuff. Would it gross you out less if I just used that stuff?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If you would like to send above mentioned products I can give you my address. Or you could just go smell them yourself and not wash your hands.</div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-40674185374449193332009-12-28T09:35:00.003-06:002009-12-28T09:50:27.472-06:00# 22The people have spoken, well 4 people have a voice...<br /><br />What's on your wish list:<br /><br /><ul><li>75% Wished for a new job. How's that workin out for ya? Did ya put any action into it? Hey maybe you'll get laid off or fired for blogging around all day at work... We can only hope.</li><br /><li>25% Wanted cold hard cash. For some reason I expected you assholes to be a little more greedy. </li><br /><li>25% Wished for a sugar daddy... ummm really?</li><br /><li>25% Wanted some handmade goodies. And I totally can't blame you, that's why I made bath salts and sweets.</li><br /><li>25% Are defiantly living in a fantasy land... World Peace?? Really. How about we just opt out for better economic times... uh that's not unrealistic.</li></ul><br /><a href="http://www.joehribar.com/wordpress/files/2009/08/someecards_independence.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://www.joehribar.com/wordpress/files/2009/08/someecards_independence.jpg" border="0" /></a>And there you have it.<br />Don't forget to let your voice be heard,<br />be American,<br />Vote.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p>Can I just say that I am so glad this Christmas is over. I had a wonderful time with family and meeting the guy's fam too. We got lots of cool shit and some much needed gift cards.<br /><br />Here's to making it to pay day.RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-57866636408565172612009-12-23T10:03:00.001-06:002009-12-23T13:43:30.456-06:00# 21Christmas Eve Eve. Thank god <a href="http://www.fayettevilleflyer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/regift.jpg">I didn't have any money this year</a> and was done shopping 2 weeks ago. I'm usually one of those crazy bitches running around buying more useless crap for people I only see once a year. Then I'm disappointed when my well thought out, well planned gift, obviously bought from Walgreens and quite possibly torn from a five year old's hands doesn't produce the tears of joy I was expecting.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://d3gkbha1s7sr56.cloudfront.net/someecards/filestorage/chri_02.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://d3gkbha1s7sr56.cloudfront.net/someecards/filestorage/chri_02.jpg" border="0" /></a>Christmas used to be fun and I know what happened. First I found out Santa was a big fat lie. Then my greedy ass pretended to believe until I was 11 or 12 so I'd get more presents. Then my parents divorced, score two Christmas'! Wrong, my dad remarried to some gold diggin white trash bar whore and her kids got TV's & CD players. When ended up with fucking mini skirts and coloring books from Family Dollar. No more badass stockings from my mom... Then I moved out on my own and had bills. </div><br /><div></div><div>Christmas is like sex. I used to shave, shower, brush my teeth, floss and put on clean panties... Now I roll over with morning breath, matted hair and a giant bush. </div><div></div><br /><div>Okay, not really, but maybe you get <a href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/99sggM6LxoymwksyymVXeXOZo1_400.gif">the point</a>. </div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-42726242068799962192009-12-21T10:33:00.000-06:002009-12-21T15:18:32.070-06:00# 20<a href="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kupl61TCmR1qzh5qyo1_500.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kupl61TCmR1qzh5qyo1_500.gif" border="0" /></a>I suck at Christmas. We opened our stockings on Friday. "Christmas is only a week away". We're good at justifying things. One of the only things I did right this year was send out cards and give my family my new address. I didn't tell them I am living with my boyfriend, and we got a new place. I'm a sinner; they probably assume that's the case. My family is so judgemental; they give Christians a bad name. That's all I'm gonna say about Jesus fearing folks.<br /><br /><br /><br />My car was iced over this morning; it's fucking Texas for fucks sake. My heater is busted and I chose to have Christmas and pay bills rather than fix it. Thank god for seat warmers. Still, it doesn't change the fact that I freeze my vagina off every morning. It's not enough that I couldn't find my scarf and forgot my gloves, but my car feels it's completely necessary to beep at me when the temperature is below 40. The best part is the cute little snowflake that pops up... no fucking shit! It's COLD!<br /><br /><br />So at a certain point the defroster blowing air at Arctic temperatures doesn't work... My windshield is useless. I used an extra hoodie to wipe it down. I'm that crazy bitch flying down the road straining to see you. It stresses me out; so I light up. This requires me to roll down the window. It gets colder. I sit in traffic, smoke my cigarette, sit on which ever hand feels the most numb and decide it would be a great idea to ash in my lap. Fun. The light changes and I haul ass around some douche bag in a truck and in turn spill my delightfully hot coffee... I'm grateful for the warmth.<br /><br /><br />And I tell you all this to say that there's a lesson in everything. Sinners are gay, and gays are sinners. I'm not gay. No I don't think that's the point. The point is... I'm a sinner for living with my boyfriend, having pre-marital sex on Sunday morning instead of going to church, therefore God broke my heater and is punishing me by not giving me a raise. There I said it.RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-25000671297779974162009-12-18T14:13:00.000-06:002009-12-18T15:00:21.953-06:00# 19.5<p>I finished his stocking last night. I picked up one of these little manikin guys and UNO. Oh and some slippers, which were way to big to fit inside*.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgolZX18CPBFVlc68nI3h1C5EmhONm9qks3YLsqR53bJf4o6v-yjRwDqdpUpigURpHbCU8-9m1zYxPcN0s7FsTi4wo0mo3wLbLFMzc7InGWCSKiSSNl1c4axAVRE3PZLAv0fKjoHQOD-lY/s1600-h/153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416672129899148850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgolZX18CPBFVlc68nI3h1C5EmhONm9qks3YLsqR53bJf4o6v-yjRwDqdpUpigURpHbCU8-9m1zYxPcN0s7FsTi4wo0mo3wLbLFMzc7InGWCSKiSSNl1c4axAVRE3PZLAv0fKjoHQOD-lY/s200/153.JPG" border="0" /></a>Don't mind me as I use this outlet to kill more time and make this a successfully unproductive day...<br /><br />Go on, put the 'Ho' in Holiday with these nifty Holiday pick up lines that are sure to be a hit at any <a href="http://blurbthing.com/images/1257564033hanukkahdays.gif">company Holiday party</a>. That is assuming that your company is having a Holiday party; I mean after all they did freeze your salary, stop matching your 401k and stopped buying coffee for the office*.<br /></p><p> </p><ul><li>Wanna stuff my stocking?</li><li>How about you slip down my chimney?</li><li>I'm gonna bring joy to your world*</li><li>I have a mistletoe belt.</li><li>I have something for you to unwrap.</li><li><a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kupaxr0sxU1qzocbs.gif">How about some dark meat?</a></li><li>Want to deck my halls?</li><li>I see you when you're sleeping...</li><li>Is that a candy cane in your pocket? Oh shit... that's sad.</li><li><a href="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krh38tQ7fq1qzuavjo1_500.gif">My vagina smells like Fabreze</a>*</li></ul><br />* That's what she said<br />* Why do I still work here?<br />* and by world, I mean cock.<br />* Yes, you're right, that has nothing to do with Christmas.RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-76912507852124042132009-12-18T07:53:00.003-06:002009-12-23T12:12:06.622-06:00#19It's that time again! Fuckin Funny Shit Friday.<br />I haven't been nearly offensive or inappropriate enough this week. So Enjoy.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.murraythenut.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/tgif.png"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 491px" alt="" src="http://www.murraythenut.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/tgif.png" border="0" /></a><br />Hey the cute little stick girl with a lop-sided rack read my mind... Fuck Yea!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... Wait those IS Goats?!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is why I stopped selling Mary Kay...<br /><br /><a href="http://images.intomobile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/tgif.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 481px" alt="" src="http://images.intomobile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/tgif.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Not only are the matching outfits over the top, wait wait, do their earrings match too? For the love of Allah... I mean isn't enough that they all have the same hairdresser. Miss "T" looks like she might have shit herself; she's worried because now their getup's don't match. Miss "G" is gonna get it when Miss OCD "I" sees that her G is not straight and her right arm is in the shot. COME ON Miss G, get it together! Oh right, she's a G, she can do that. I'm not even gonna touch the 50 year old Brittney Spears. Not. Gonna. Do. It.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well kiddos, I figured I'd spare us all another holiday post (don't hold your breathe, I feel a # 19.5 comin on) Enjoy your day, do what want, wear what you want and act like no one's looking.<br />That is how we become famous on the Internet...<br /><br /><a href="http://pobeptsworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/tgif.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://pobeptsworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/tgif.jpg" border="0" /></a>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-24551465235896825202009-12-17T13:12:00.000-06:002009-12-18T07:49:15.752-06:00# 18.5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, so work is slow... sue me for finding awesome shit.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://theblackapple.typepad.com/inside_a_black_apple/2008/12/tagged-and-read.html">Super Cute Printable Gift <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Labels</span></a> from the <a href="http://theblackapple.typepad.com/inside_a_black_apple/">Black Apple</a>: </div><br /><div>I plan on cutting them out, putting them on card stock, punching a hole in said card stock and tying them up with ribbon/raffia/yarn after i hap-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hazardly</span> and a bit obsessively wrap it around and around each perfectly wrapped gift. can't wait.<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 537px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://theblackapple.typepad.com/inside_a_black_apple/images/2008/12/12/free_tags_download_small_5.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><div><a href="http://howaboutorange.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-gift-bow-from-magazine-page.html">Absolutely Adorable <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Recycled</span> Homemade Gift Bows</a> from <a href="http://howaboutorange.blogspot.com/">How About Orange:</a> </div><br /><div>Just the most perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">DIY</span> project to get me excited about wrapping. I've torn down my calendar at work and already made 2! You could use old magazines, catalogs, sheet music, old books, junk mail, etc. The possibilities are endless! Knock yourself out.</div><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxQdU1_WorkRQNmBXQm49t4YubjEeKPerUMeQ6dTztE_t40uXPV6zPy6IW7naazRQVlVRxM7Qdb0J0YmUi0LHH9glXviAKEZcGaF-g8YsWD16JBZgr4yuup6HKzUSrR1F5Rr_7r2jKYda/s400/Chicago-gift-bow.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>If you're a gift card <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">givin</span>' kind of gal like me; add a special touch and use this <a href="http://www.heatherbailey.com/GiftBoxPattern.pdf">Gift Card Holder Pattern</a> from <a href="http://www.heatherbailey.typepad.com/">Heather</a>:</p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416299213754224658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHxC0vEFlJ76eQFDU-AN0HeMaIhjAdFCCanKuSBihhA1IdF6a6R9-FvSI_PV5LezP-Za-PngCNzEmhVsdTA00xul3Ojqfr7YtMa4IWiE6phO8QyQ3b9zc5m4eewj3dZ-T_I9nCKQEZpx0/s320/tags.bmp" border="0" /></p></div></div><br /><p></p><p>Most of all enjoy and feel free to share awesome shit with me :)</p>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-49839103740887975182009-12-17T09:18:00.001-06:002009-12-17T09:35:15.830-06:00# 18<div><a href="http://img.flipkart.com/bk_imgs/778/9780811868778.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://img.flipkart.com/bk_imgs/778/9780811868778.jpg" border="0" /></a>My most absolute favorite part about Christmas are stockings! I like filling them, but I also like getting all those cute little things too. This year I'm having a tough time filling my guy's. So far I've got gloves, socks, a sticker, candy and soap. I've got a book on the way from Amazon, I hope it makes it in time. </div><br /><div></div><div>Now he's not terribly hard to buy for but I'm having a hard time finding inexpensive small items. He's into fishing, painting and computers. So I was thinking fish hooks, but I don't know what kind. Possibly some paints or brushes. As far as computers are concerned, I better not touch that with a ten foot pole.</div><br /><div></div><div>So I'm turning to you my dear devoted followers... What are some good stocking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stuffers</span> for guys? Any ideas are welcomed. Please for the love of... I'm not to proud to beg. Oh and don't forget to stop on over to your right and vote! Go crazy, I dare ya.</div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-73378740741530790142009-12-15T12:30:00.000-06:002009-12-15T15:15:46.282-06:00# 17I'm getting super excited about Christmas and super excited about giving!<br /><div><br /><strong>What to get the Healthy Green Eco-Friendly Nut:</strong></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://iweb.starbucksstore.com//images/products/shprodde/312885.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://iweb.starbucksstore.com//images/products/shprodde/312885.jpg" border="0" /></a>Organic coffee or tea. I love Starbucks and will find any reason to stop by for a latte, oh yea, and a pound of Organic Yukon Blend for my Nut. They also have <a href="http://www.starbucksstore.com/products/shprodde.asp?SKU=623314#">Organic Chai Tea Concentrate </a>for the non-coffee drinker.</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /><a href="http://www.flipandtumble.com/shop/producebags/photos/photo1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://www.flipandtumble.com/shop/producebags/photos/photo1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><br /><div><a href="http://www.flipandtumble.com/shop/producebags/photos/photo5.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.flipandtumble.com/shop.html#productthreejumplink">Reusable Produce Bags</a> from <a href="http://www.flipandtumble.com/index.html">Flip & Tumble</a> and while you're picking up a few for them head over to <a href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/">Real Moms Real Views </a>and <a href="http://agiveawayeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/12/flip-tumble-giveaway.html">enter to win an EcoBag Kit </a>just for you!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"></a></div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"></a></div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><div></div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"></a> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"></a></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415538396875677218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s200/watermelon.bmp" border="0" /></a></div>Or how about this <div>lovely little recycled <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29522572">Watermelon Coin Purse</a> found at <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/LaAlicia">LaAlicia</a> on Etsy.</div></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9roYZQxOemw-mGFISXtOvsiyoUSv3G3HYr4kAxmHKXMTzq8b0-W6Lk4cg6bya0ac_1YJEHDp452NHr57f9D286w7X3PjpdncJ789r2a6AszOdkaVsai6rzJ6tNwsWPZmdjo7lNQc5d4Y/s1600-h/watermelon.bmp"></a></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p>Happy Shopping!</p>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-65246114578856290242009-12-11T11:30:00.000-06:002009-12-11T09:45:10.463-06:00# 16<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmiH92CbfDujLnUC_tazSEYqmV9J35q5FcEmvjdkuOD4NNvHDNyv31Bc7M-DDnk_Ab5j6QRUoXWbEikstbzx-KDNKhNMWuIF1evN1bFnsvV1X1XpSotnEwmkYckzTrPn6jVUvhMZe5xU/s1600-h/fat.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414004328329586722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmiH92CbfDujLnUC_tazSEYqmV9J35q5FcEmvjdkuOD4NNvHDNyv31Bc7M-DDnk_Ab5j6QRUoXWbEikstbzx-KDNKhNMWuIF1evN1bFnsvV1X1XpSotnEwmkYckzTrPn6jVUvhMZe5xU/s200/fat.bmp" border="0" /></a>I'm pretending to start another diet. I say pretend because it's just some random shit I decided to do. I'm limiting my carb in-take. Nothing super crazy; I would die if I couldn't have more than 20 carbs. The funny thing is I'm not even sure how many I'm having, or what I used to have. I'm really just eliminating my bread, rice, pasta, sweets, etc... You know all that great yummy shit that I over dose on daily.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div></div><div>I weighed myself yesterday. As most of my loyal readers know, I just moved, but now the scale is not hiding in the closet. Stupid scale. So I stepped on it the other day, and just about fell over... it was too close to the wall. More importantly I'm fat. </div><br /><div><a href="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper384/stills/7i1yw356.jpg"></a>I did a pseudo Weight Watchers thingy last year and lost 40 pounds, but it looks like I've put 20 of that back on. What a bummer! I knew it, I could tell... I'm slowly growing out of my pants and having to pull out those fat pants. I've been having to get different size clothes and have been in so much denial... "This brands sizes run funny" C'mon ladies we all know that one. <div><br /><br />I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. I would like it to stick and see if I can shed a few pounds. Shedding a few pounds always gets me motivated to exercise. I know working out yields even better results, but I don't want to be in fear of busting the elliptical trainer for exceeding the weight limit. </div><br /><br /><br />Right now (it's been a whole day & a half) I'm hooked on low carb tortillas. Ham & cheese, sausage & eggs, hell I even made a pork & feta quesadilla last night. What are some of your favorite low carb foods, recipes or anything really?? I need ideas so this ship doesn't sink so fast.</div></div></div>RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194597481963697503.post-362647682005662532009-12-09T07:35:00.000-06:002009-12-09T07:43:57.845-06:00# 15The polls are in, your voices have been heard... all 5 of you!<br /><br />Your favorite thing about the holidays are:<br /><ol><li>No Work (Sounds like my kind of people)</li><li>Gifts (Giving or getting?... we'll never know)</li><li>Seeing Family, Shopping/Sales & it looks like we have a Grinch lurking around these parts... </li></ol><br />Keep your eyes peeled for another poll coming soon, I know you're bursting at the seams with anticipation...RecoveryBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04807380138559189651noreply@blogger.com0