I Would Walk 500 Miles (Or Just 3, But You Get What I Mean)

As a follow up to my request for donations to my MS Walk I was really uplifted that so many of you donated and supported the cause! I was thinking I may get one or two donations but I got five! FIVE! I just want to shout it to the blogosphere that you, my friends, are the bees knees. Seriously, you rule. Not only are you helping me kick ass in donations but you are also helping to put an end to MS. So Kobe and I thank you for supporting us on the walk from the bottom of our hearts. We love you guys!

And for the rest of my dear readers, there is still time to donate, but if you don’t want to do that then at the very least check out some of the raddest bloggers ever. Serious good shit here peeps. Ch-ch-check it out, check it out. (And PLEASE let me know if I'm missing you, I'm not perfect, even though I'm damn near close). Haha... :)

A View From 5280ft
Lbluca
Drollgirl
Who Throws A Cupcake? Honestly.
Blog Goggles

Also, thanks to the above 5 bloggers generosity you all get to benefit via my embarrassment. So without further delay, I present to you my ugly photos. The sad thing is that I seriously found so many horrible ones it was actually hard to pick. I know I said I’d post one from junior high but I couldn’t find any that old. I’m assuming they are all back at my parents in their basement. So I’ll have to post one of those at a later date. Instead I will grace you w/ 2 obscene drunk photos of myself to make it up. Here goes:

This first one is coming straight at you from my bachelorette party. This is how I ended the night. That is my parents kitchen/family room floor which I graciously threw up on. Luckily I threw up on the wooden part so it was an easy clean up. I am out like a light. Notice the nice thong showing. Nothing but class here ladies and gents. My dad was so proud.

This next one is from The Garden in Des Moines. My old gay co-worker was bartending and really hooked me up with the shots. I love that my friends are taking photos of me and I have a slight smile, so you know I’m not completely passed out just yet even though my head is resting so nicely on Lindsay’s boobs like a pillow. And look at Adro! She’s such a good friend she is willing to let me puke in her hands. Now that is friendship! :)



So there you have it. Two extremely inebriated and embarrassing pics of me. Thanks again to my donators! You rock my world. You know you do.

Until next time America!
And one more for good measure. Hell, why not?

*Update*
Thank you also to Through The Looking Glass! Another fabulous blogger who donated and is opposed to terrorists, kicking babies, and all that jazz and in support of ending MS! You are totally rad!
**2nd Update**
You guys never cease to AMAZE me! Thank you, thank you, thank you Gabby, She Wrote! I have more than exceeded my goal thanks to my amazing BBF's! You guys are the cat's meow. MEOW!

I Dream of NyQuil

The past two nights I’ve been sickly and unable to breathe and so I dope myself up on NyQuil and pass out. I think it is giving me weird ass dreams. I only remember my dreams about once a week I’d guess, but since taking NyQuil they’ve become more memorable and I wake up wondering what the hell is wrong w/ my brain. And then I immediately want to take more. NyQuil is my new best friend.

The other night I had a dream that I was looking for a new house w/ Kara. We walk into this house we are scheduled to view and begin looking around. For some reason Kara says it is better to view the house while in our undies. So she strips down to her bra and panties and, as I wonder what the hell is wrong with her, starts looking around the house. All of a sudden the owners of the house appear and ask us why we are in the house (but for some reason they find it totally acceptable that Kara is in her underwear). I try to explain that we were supposed to be scheduled to view it and they should have known we were coming, but they refused to listen b/c they said they had to finish vacuuming to get the house ready for visitors. So as the wife frantically starts vacuuming everything in site I tried explaining to them that we were the visitors but they didn’t believe me so Kara and I leave very confused and decide to go to Perkins. I ate cheese sticks. They were great. The next thing I know we are on a dock getting ready to dive into the ocean and search for fruit. Large fruit. We’re talking cherries the size of basketballs and bananas that are bigger than my arm. Totally sane and normal right?

Then last night I had a dream that I was preggo, gave birth (it was really easy) and then was trying to breast feed my baby. The only thing is that it was all out in public in a courtyard w/ a big fountain and in front of tons of people. I was nekkid from the pants up (which was mortifying) and I only had some kind of nipple cup covering my ta-ta’s. Then I was wondering why the hell my baby couldn’t latch on and drink and noticed it was b/c the things over my nips were in the way. They looked similar to what was going on under Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction. Scary. I think this means I am terrified of becoming preggo. I know NOTHING about babies. And having something “latch” onto my ta-ta’s doesn’t sound overly pleasant either.

Both of these dreams were very strange; the last one was actually a tad terrifying. I guess going to sleep all doped up has its disadvantages. Your dreams get all loopy, your hubs thinks you’re ignoring him (when really you’re in la-la land), and you could sleep through a house fire, catch on fire and die, but hey, you’re sleeping… And breathing through your nose! Success!

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In other news, Wade and I finished up the stepping stones in the back yard leading from our deck to our garage. It ended up taking us just over 3 hours to get them laid out and dug into the ground. Luckily for us the weather was PERFECTION. Unlucky for me it was Bug City. Ew. But I think it came out very nice (just ignore the massive dead spot in the grass due to the huge fires we’ve had in our fire pit that continuously kill it).

Also, Kobe, has his new Halloween costume ready (pictures coming!). He is going to be a little piggy and he looks so cute in his costume! I think it would suit his cousin, Otis, better though. He’s the real oinker (but a really cute oinker). :) Now I just need to figure out what I should be. Any ideas???

Kobe was a pumpkin last year & actually liked his costume & wore it all night (minus the hat)








Otis was a dog of the law. You will obey his authority.