Monday, December 31, 2012

Polar Express 2012

This year we finally were able to purchase tickets to the Polar Express Train in Heber City, UT. I've wanted to do this the last couple of years, by the time I would think of it, they were sold out! Diane was gracious enough to purchase us all tickets as a part of our Christmas this year, so early on a Sunday morning we headed up the snowy canyon in three cars. Cory, the boys and I in our car, Diane, Chelsea and Denny together and Steve, Shanna and Maizey in the third car. 

The trip was complete with 100 potty stops for Maizey..I'm a cheat and put a pull up on Casey. I know, he's like twelve but I didn't want to get out in the snow! We made it to the station just in time, which actually worked great because by the time we did a quick potty trip and boarded the train we didn't have to wait long at all!

If you have never done this trip, I highly recommend it. I cannot believe how much fun we had! There were heaters so it wasn't face we all ended up with our coats off. The boys were vapor locking because we didn't know if it would be cold or not so they had Christmas Story style clothes on with 4 pairs of pants, socks and shirts Ü Ha ha, oops. 

The elves sang fun Christmas songs and had hot chocolate and cookies. They did Christmas trivia and we had room to move around. I'm glad we did it in the day time so the kids could see we were actually on a train. Then the train mad a stop for reindeer and then all of a sudden they could see Santa outside waiving. 

Santa comes in each car and the kids have name tags on, he walked up and said 'Oh Casey, I just LOVE you!' Casey had this huge smile on his face and as a mother it just doesn't get any better. Jayden was a little skeptical but he caught on with the Christmas spirit. We all joined in the fun and were singing...even Cory! 

This is a memory I will cherish for a lifetime and I'm hoping a tradition we can make happen every year. I kept thinking about my nieces and nephews on my side of the family and how much they'd love it. 

The kids all got Red Rudolph noses to sing their favorite song!

Boys meeting Mrs. Claus

Me and my Love. 

If you remember in time to buy tickets, I recommend you try it once. I wouldn't spend the extra $10 a person on first class, you really just get a coffee cup to take home. I also suggest going in the day time so kids can see the lake and everything. Don't worry about too warm of clothes, the train has a heater!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012


I attended a training last week where we talked about asking the right questions. The majority of the topic talked about the importance of personal ownership and accountability. How really, all we should focus on is us as we are the only component we have control over. There were two powerful examples given, I'd like to share them. 

The first is a different spin of the Serenity prayer...

Grant me the serenity to accept the PEOPLE I cannot change, 
the courage to change the ONE I can 
and the wisdom to know it's ME. 

This resonated with me as I find myself often frustrated with work because people don't handle things in the way I would. It could be speed, the way they approach things or simple dedication to the job. What this helps me remember is not everyone is on the same career path as me. This could mean different types of dedication. One great characteristic of a leader is to be able to influence others to get things done. I'm learning that the way things are done come in all shapes and sizes!

The next is the poem by William Ernest Henley, 


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

It seems a bit dramatic for a work training, but I can't help but love this. 'I am the master of my fate, the captain of my soul.' There is a movie with Matt Damon and Morgan Freeman titled 'Invictus' that I really want to see. With me, I find the reminder that no matter how bleak it may seem, I am in control of my reactions and if I let things or people bring me down. This serves as a great reminder, being as I'm the type of person who wears my heart on my sleeve and cares deeply of what other people think. 

I have received two very critical member comments since becoming a manager and it has been so difficult to keep that thick skin, take the learning from them and move forward. These examples came just in the nick of time. 

I hope these made a difference to you.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Crazy hair day

Jayden had crazy hair day for school, we did a green mohawk with black sides. When I told him to pose, he had to show the two bottom teeth that have 'fallen' out recently. I use the term fallen lightly since the kid spends morning, noon and night messing with all of his teeth to get them to fall out. At this rate, he'll need a set of dentures while his adult teeth find their way to the top!

Monday, November 12, 2012


Several weeks ago, I decided to clean out my make up drawer. You see... I have this issue with hanging on to make up, hair products, Dillards gifts, etc. Well, little did I realize how MUCH was in this drawer. The image above is after throwing out two full bags. I have lipsticks, glosses, powders, lotions, face washes, moisturizers galore!

Every time I go to throw something away I just know I'll need it! So, this was my attempt to organize a bit. In one gift bag, lotions and face creams. The next holds powders, one for eye shadows and the last for my everyday make up. At least I have an idea of what I have in there, and have actually started using some more of it.

What's in your hoarding drawer??

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Because sometimes, I like to have nice things

Yesterday, while I had a few hours to myself I decided to spruce up my kitchen table. I normally only put out tablecloths for family dinners or when company is coming. With the cool weather, I decided I could light my pumpkin candle. Then that turned into, why don't I iron a tablecloth and find some decorations to put around it? This is what I came up with from crafts in my hall closet. Not too bad in my opinion.

So, the boys come home and running in the kitchen for something to eat. Which by the way, why can't they do that at dinner time? Because at dinner time, it's like the kitchen is the plague and they can't get far enough away.

I digress.

Jayden comes ripping into the kitchen and comes to a halt when he sees the table...

'MOM!! Who is coming over for dinner???'

'No one.'

'Then why is all the nice stuff out?'

'Because sometimes Jayden, sometimes I like to have nice things for just ME.'

'Oh. 3 second pause, Can I blow out the candle?'

Ugh. Noooo. It's MY candle at MY table...don't TOUCH IT!

So, for the entire day my kitchen table looked so nice. Why the boys played outside I just sat at my table. My nice, decorative table. Almost like I was in a far away land. The land of pretty and quiet. Where Mom's sip on their coffee and enjoy the quiet and can even use the restroom in private. They also don't have to worry when they use the restroom that they might end up sitting in a puddle of toddler pee.

Yes, that's where I stayed for at least ten minutes. Ten wonderful minutes. ♥

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Woobie Woes

Why is it our job as parents to teach our kids the hardest lesson's? Even at age 3. I mean, why can't we send them somewhere to learn the hard lessons then come home for love and support from Mom and Dad. Kind of like how Santa gets all the cool presents, I mean what the hell?!

Last week I received a phone call at work, on the cell ID it read 'Casey's Daycare'. I'm still getting used to the idea of him being there, so this made my heart jump instantly. When I answered, the first thing Melissa (the owner) said to me was 'Everything's ok, just wanted to chat about Casey'.

I listened as she explained that usually they like the kids to bring a blanket from home to snuggle with at nap time, however, sometimes when the kids are too attached to the blankie, it makes daycare days even harder. Casey, my love falls into that latter category.

I felt like telling her, well I could've told you that! Casey is in LOVE with his woobie. He plays good without him at home (yes, I just referred to the blanket as a person because this is what we do in our home) but when he's laying around, cuddling or especially at bedtime...woobie and Casey are inseparable. He shoves as much of woobie in his mouth as possible and snuggles into him. He tells woobie he loves him and lays woobie down for naps during the day. He also likes to tickle woobie between his fingers and if I cut his nails too short, I get in trouble because he can't tickle woobie they way he likes.

I've had this conversation with my sister and cousin Ashley and each time I say it, it gets a little more strange. I mean who cuts their kids nails just right so they can tickle a damn blanket!

Back to daycare, apparently what we thought was helping Casey was in fact making it worse for him at school. You see, every time they did an activity where he couldn't have his woobie, Casey baby would cry and cry just like when Mom or Dad drops him off in the morning. He had started to seclude himself so he could stay with woobie. Not good. So, the plan was to start leaving woobie at home and they would let Casey pick out a blankie to nap with everyday. Melissa assured me that with kids in the past they'd done this with, the outcome was always positive. The kids would actually walk to class in the morning, interact with others and generally become more independent.

Well the words she was speaking to me made sense, but my heart was stopping as I heard her. I felt my lungs get tighter as the air escaped, because I knew what I was about to do was going to break my baby's heart. I mean, I'm already sending him away from home everyday, his woobie was his connection to home! Now, I had to take that too?? I felt a little light headed. I came home and talked to Cory about it, he was not a big fan at first but the more I talked about it the more it seemed like it would make sense for Casey. I knew the first week would be hard, but hopefully it would help him in the long run.

So, I started getting Casey ready. 'Ok Casey, Monday when we got to school, woobie will stay home.'

'WHY Mommy??

'Well, woobie is getting too dirty at school. He needs to stay here and rest until you get home.'

'How bout if I'm not naughty wif my woobie at school? How bout that Mom?'

Apparently Cory had told Casey woobie had to stay home because he was being naughty. Shoot. Hate it when we don't plan ahead with our game plan together Ü

I told Casey it'd be ok and that we could sing woobie a song before we left and tuck him in tight into bed. That way, he'd be ready for him when he got home. So Monday, we sang ABC's to woobie, gave him a big hug and a kiss and headed out the door, straight towards independence!

He actually did ok at drop off and the teachers said he even napped without woobie. As soon as we got home, Casey ran straight to get woobie where he stayed all tucked into his mouth the rest of the night. Today, we sang another song and gave woobie a hug... unfortunately for me, the tears came this morning. I'm hoping he had a better day today and that sooner rather than later, it won't be so hard to leave his faithful friend at home.

For's hugs and kisses each morning.  

I love you Casey. 

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Happy Birthday Lisa

My sister Lisa mourned celebrated her 40th Birthday on September 19th. We made plans as a family to head down to SLC to dinner and Keys on Main. It should be known this is a extremely significant event as Lisa never leaves home. When she does leave home, heading into Ogden is an ordeal. Now, she's not a hermit, just the idea of lots of people, driving and no parking leaves her a little tense. :)

I talked her into celebrating the event with something other than Olive Garden. We settled on Bucca Di Bepo in downtown. Great Italian food for a good price. We had planned Keys on Main, but with Cory's leg still healing and a unexpected event that left me at work until 7:15 pm that night, we called it good with dinner.
My parents, us girls and our spouses all shared a fun filled night with laughs, drinks and yummy food. We don't do it very often, but am I so glad we live so close that we can get together when schedules permit. 

As for the birthday girl, Lisa..where do I begin? You are such a wonderful wife, mother, sister, daughter and friend. Although, we may not always see eye to eye on things like fashion, politics and thing I know for sure is that you ALWAYS have my back. I remember going through rough years in my teens and you were always there for my reality check. You never treated me like a baby, but you also never let me off the hook. Thank you for teaching me to stick up for myself, that's its alright if people don't like me or approve of what I do. I love that you are a take it or leave it kind of girl. You speak your mind, no matter whose listening. I wish I had that quality some days. You have the best come backs, I'd like you to write a list of them down, so the next time I'm in a argument I can check the list!

I love our morning talks, you make my drive to work a lot less boring. Thank you for always listening to me and never ever judging me. You're probably one of the only people I know that I could tell my deepest, darkest secret too and you wouldn't even think to judge. 

I love how you are so fair with your kids, no matter what.. if they don't all get to do it..then we better figure out something else! You're kids will appreciate that one day and be glad their mom had their back too. I can't believe how fast the years go by. I can't believe you have a daughter in JR High and that you're kids are all in school all day!

Thank you for loving my boys, they are so lucky to have an Aunt Wee-sa!! You are so good with Jayden and he loves to be around you and see the birds. Casey baby loves you too..realllllyyy!!! My kids love to visit your house, play with your boys and help with the animals. 

You are so dedicated to animals, I can't believe the sacrifices you make for your birds, puppies, guinea pigs, frogs, worms, geckos and whatever else is in your Szumita Zoo. The time you take to research and all the hours spent hand feeding birds so people can have affectionate pets is amazing. It's clear in your comments and responses from customers, that you truly have found your niche in life. 

I wanted to take the time to drop you a line and let you know how thankful I am to have found you. You care for your clients just as good as you take care of your birds. Your birds are beautiful healthy and friendly due to all of your efforts. I would give my highest recommendation to anyone thinking of buying one of Lisa's beautiful pets. 
Thank You for all you did. 
Dane and Stephanie Baxter 
(Adopted two cockatiel babies from West Point Aviary)

Hi Lisa,
Where do we begin to thank you for such a wonderful experience?!  We are SO happy with our new baby linnie, Starly. She is beautiful, adorable, sweet, curious, playful, and just a great little bird.  Shipping was NO problem for her....she seems to have taken the journey in stride and stepped out of her carrier with confidence, and curiosity. Didn't seem stressed at all! She had lots of food, fruit, millet, and a comfy perch, and seemed very happy and relaxed in her carrier.  She has been a joy already to us, with her endearing personality, little beeping noises, and friendly little nature.  You did an awesome job of raising her...she seems so confident and comfortable and ready to explore her new home!  And, we so appreciate all you did to get her to went above and beyond, to get her across the country to us as quickly, safely, and smoothly as possible.  Also, we LOVED all the emails, photos and updates about our baby as we waited for her to be ready to come home. You were AWESOME about communicating, and making us feel a part of her life, before we even met her.  This whole experience has been a wonderful, exciting, and thrilling one for us, and we cant thank you enough for helping us to bring our dream birdie into our family.  She will be loved and cherished here for her whole life.  And, I will not hesitate to recommend you to anyone I know who is looking for a friendly, healthy, well socialized companion bird to join their family.  Thanks are the best!!

Judi Livingston & family, in NH.  July 2011- Creamino Linnie

We've been through so much together, lots of highs and lows. I want you to know that you've made a difference in my life. To me and my family, your support means more than you will ever know. I love you like Thelma loves Louise, like Todd loves Copper. Thank you for being you! 

Happy Birthday Lisa Jo

and thank you for letting me eat your birthday desserts with a gigantic fatty girl spoon

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Take that, June!

You know how I just hate to brag, right? I mean, it's a little unfair to post all the wonderful, amazing and intelligent things my children do. But, I just simply could not pass up this opportunity to share this enlightening photo of how we support quality outdoor activities in our home.

Here they are, the little gems. Licking ice cream off the trampoline.

 Honestly, I bet June Cleaver never had a day like this.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

To My Friends...

Most who know me could tell you that I am a very social person. I LOVE being around people and LOVE to talk, chat, vent, basically an open book. I have a few circles of friends, some close, some distant and a handful I consider to be my best. It seems like lately, I've heard from a few who are struggling.

One conversation struck a chord when a friend said 'I read your blog the other night, you know the post about loving Cory? I'm glad to know someone out there has love like that...because I sure don't!'

I started thinking about all the blogs I read and thought of all the things I'll never be. I'll never be that super stay at home mom, who home schools her kids and wears the Leave it To Beaver apron. I'll never be that gourmet chef/baker with recipes that never quite turn out the way the picture looks.I'll never be...well, the list goes on and on.

 It had simply never, ever occurred to me that MY blog would strike this chord in someone else. I life is Crazy! Lets be honest,  if my blog posts resembled the conversations I have about my life to my sister everyday, Department of Family Services would have already taken the kids away and most of you would have disowned me by now!

I don't think there is one single person out there that blogs all the good along with all the bad. Blogs are a place to post happiness, funny stories and yes even sometimes the bad. But a PG-13 version of the bad, right? With that said, I'd like to post a few messages to my friends, people who I'm pretty sure read this blog and who I'm pretty sure need a little pick me up.

To my friend who sleeps in separate rooms than her deserve more. You deserve to be wanted, to be held, and to be loved. You are beautiful inside and out, and when I'm around you, I want to be a better person. You are a wonderful Mother and a wonderful wife. I think you should start telling your husband what you want and need. You want to be held, to be told your beautiful. You want help with the finances, you want a best friend. Start having sex every night...even if neither of you want too..just do it. Let's say for 7 days...straight. See if that helps restore the physical touch you had when you first met. Never doubt that Cory and I do not have a perfect love. We are flawed, you know about our flaws. We argue, we pout, we go to bed facing the walls sometimes. But above all else, we both TRY. That's it, that's all you can do. Just BE there. Right now you feel like yours isn't...TELL HIM. Thank you for always being my friend, for never judging me and for always making me smile. I hope that things get better.

To my friend who lives a different lifestyle than her husband and is contemplating divorce. YOU are amazing. Never settle, you waited too long to be married, be a mom and have a family. Think about why the different lifestyle is appealing to you. Is it control? Is it shove it in his face? What makes YOU happy? You too are a wonderful mother and wife. I have so much respect for you, I miss seeing you. I hope that no matter what life brings you, be it divorce, a flawed marriage, somewhere in the middle or a happy ending, I hope you know that are deserving.

To my friend who just lost a child...I cry for you. We haven't been close for awhile, but my love hasn't changed for you. I think of you when I hold my boys, when I'm tired and being grumpy around them. I think about you when I see a pregnant woman, and even when I read books. You live in a different world than everyone else right now and you have the total right to do whatever it takes to get you through. I hope you never feel like you have to justify to someone why you don't want visitors, or you don't return calls. Take every moment you need to grieve, to love the babies you have and to just be YOU. You made a difference in my life long ago, you have an infectious laugh and are just a complete joy to be around. I love you, I'm here for you and with no expectations.

To my friend who just lost a brother...My heart breaks for you. There are no words to help heal your pain. The only thing I have to offer is my friendship and support. Life is simply too short to worry about the little things. I don't know why you're living this nightmare right now. I hope you find enough peace to give you some rest and some sleep. I pray that you feel his love, even in the darkness of it all. To me you are like a sister, you always understand without me having to say. I love your family, and your sweet kids make me smile. I'm here for you if you need me, but from a safe distance so I don't add to the tornado.

There are so many people out there with 'skeletons' in the closet. They appear happily ever after on the screen, but in real life there are ups and there are downs. I've made decisions in my life I'm not proud of, I've had people in my life that have judged me, used humor to point out my flaws. Those that have a different kind of marriage than me, different kind of parenting style or even a different work ethic.

No matter who you are, what you do, or what trials you are going through, I hope you find the realization that no life is perfect. If it appears that way, then there is a good chance its a lie or a good chance they live in denial. Don't worry about what others think or say, you are the one that knows YOUR truth. And that is all that matters.

Real life is hard, ugly at times and in the end, if you're lucky, worth every minute. I'm surrounded by an amazing group of women. I hope I tell them enough how grateful I am for them, how much I love each and every one of them and all of their differences.

As I read this post back, I realize I'm reminding myself of these things just as much as those reading.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Pumpkin Staff Meeting

We had a fun staff meeting today at work and here are the creations we came up with!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

What's for lunch

At the beginning of the school year, I made the mistake of thinking Jayden would be sooo excited to finally eat school lunch! Well, as most things Jayden - I was wrong! He eats with his cousins everyday who eat home lunch (Thanks Sis!) So, now I've got an account with money for him and have no clue what to put in his lunch box everyday. I also read on my friends FB that she went with her son to school lunch and that #1 it tastes horrible and #2 the kids don't hardly eat any of it!

I also hate to think he's going to eat PB & Honey for the whole school year, so I researched a few web sites, and it happens to be there are a TON of ideas out there. This weekend I'm attempting to do my own PB&J uncrustables to freeze for a big supply...but for now..

So, here is my first attempt at creative lunch boxes...

Turkey Pinwheels - take a tortilla, spread miracle whip or mayo add cheese, then roll up! I cut his into a couple pieces.

Fruit Kabobs - Strawberry, banana's and grapes (I'm hoping the toothpick idea doesn't backfire and he gets kicked out of school for having sharp paraphernalia!)

Baby carrots and ranch dressing

Pudding snack

Capri Sun

**Maybe a few candies to help brighten his day!**

I hope he was the envy of the lunch room AND I hope my sisters kids go home with high expectations...ha ha ha. Take that Lisa!! ♥

Stay tuned for more lunch time ideas

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Just another naughty Jayden-ism

Jade..oh you sweet little boy. You sweet, smart, handsome, naughty, mischievous little tiny pain in the .....So, as I mentioned earlier how great Jayden was doing with his reading at school? Like, could not believe he'd pick up these books, sound the words out and READ. Of course, this just solidifies that we totally ROCK at parenting and confirms that GOD didn't mess up by giving us these angels. He can READ! wheels are can I keep this up? We'll reward him! That's the ticket. So, off we went to buy a totally sweet new Bumblebee Transformers book bag, and new pants and two totally awesome shirts. Then I promise to take him to the back to school bash after work so I can watch my two devils angels run, play, laugh, be kids. This for sure will keep Jayden on the homework bandwagon. *SiGh*

Thursday night, I open his bag to find his book from last night in there. Only now, this little book has a sticky note attached. A sticky..from..the..TEACHER.

Mrs. Green,
Jayden tried very hard today to read his book. There a few words he needs to work on. Jayden was scared he'd be in trouble for not passing off his book. Could you please assure him he's never in trouble when he tries his best! Thanks, Mrs. B.

What the hell. I mean, what in the HELL!? Scared? What could this little shit kid be scared off?? We've been REWARDING him all..week...long! Not only that, I told him 'don't stress! you can wait to pass your books off. We just need to read every night and that's good enough for me!' Tells his teacher he's scared... Well, I'll tell you what he should be scared of...ME..after reading a note from the teacher which basically means 'Your kid is in fear for his life, stop beating your children or we'll call Social Services lady' UGH.

So we have a serious conversation about how he's NOT in trouble for the book, but you bet your sweet ass you're in trouble for telling the teacher that big fatty lie!! He said, 'I didn't say it to the teacher mom, just the parent aid' Oh great, they are probably our new neighbors.

Turns out that the night before, Mr. Readathon wanted to play XBOX with Dad and wasn't slowing down on his reading. So Dad gets mad and won't let him play until he does his homework. So really, he was worried Dad would be mad that he didn't try his best at reading to get away with XBOX.

Well, another life lesson for the three of us as we had our heart to heart and the dinner table. How we don't tell people we're scared of Mom and Dad...unless you're really scared of us? Wait..ARE YOU!? Jayden assures us that he is not in fact scared. Whew. That we'll work on his reading and not worry about how fast we're passing off books, we're just happy he likes to do it most the time.

As for the teacher, I sent her an e-mail explaining this whole funny story that really is fine and no one is scared. However, now forever in her mind I'll be the mother who scared her son for not reading who she had to send a note home to let her know people are watching so you better not be beating your kids. Yeah, I hear you..loud and clear!

It must be 5 o'clock somewhere....

Monday, September 17, 2012

Cory Update

Cory's been doing great, working hard and suffering right through hell recovery. It's been a l-o-n-g road. Right now if you were to ask him, he'd tell you this was the worse decision of our lives. I'm feeling confident as time goes on, he'll feel differently. We had a rough stay in the hospital, my previous post was a note I wrote to Cory on his last day there. I was so frustrated with the hospital and our surgeons PA, I could have burst. Technically, I think I did. Don't worry, the PA and the recovery floor manager are all fully aware of my concerns and frustrations. You know..I crucial-ed those conversations. Ü

The first week home was rough as well, trying to keep boys quiet is like trying to keep a Popsicle from melting in 100 degree weather. Ain't happen'n. Cory had to be on oxygen for the first two weeks, and we came home with a machine that keeps his leg moving 24-7 while he rests. Compile that with the ice machine by the bed and my once luxurious bedroom pretty much resembled an assisted living home. What a humbling experience!

(The words I'm about to say are only to vent, please don't worry about offering to take my kids or bring us anymore dinners...truly just to attempt to put into words my world for the last 3 weeks. And YES I know I'm not the one who had surgery...this is a very important thing to remember while taking care of your spouse whom you may or may not ponder smothering a time or two)

All those single mothers out there? Power to you BitCheS! I mean holy batshit crazyness. When Cory was really down for about 1.5 weeks after we got home, it was caring for him which included making sure his oxygen was on, documenting EVERY pill he takes and what time/how many? Do you need ice? Do you need a pillow? Do you have to go pee? Helping him shower, trying to get him to eat, are you OK? Scheduling physical therapy/answering phone calls, sending texts with updates/asking for HELP from family/getting advice from everyone whose had surgery/are you giving him enough pills?/try another pill/make him eat!/make sure he does his exercises/visitors/no sleep/waking up every 3 hours for more ice, pills, bathroom breaks! What can I do? Then add that will all the regulars of the to school night/set up preschool/hair cuts/school shopping/do they have back packs?/Have I paid for Jayden's school lunch? Oh that's right, don't forget to eat Kimberli...Hey Kimberli, check your work e-mail you've had a teller quit, the vaults not balancing, so and so didn't show up for the market staff meeting. Cry? You don't have time to cry? Irritable? HA! My kids saw mother dearest for a few days, as I worked to help us all survive. Poor Cory got the worst of my attitude a few times...yes not my proudest moments. BUT! Did we survive? YES WE DID.

We are finding our way again, Cory is actually down to one crutch and working hard on his physical therapy. Now it's just talking him into staying down just a little bit longer to help his recovery. He doesn't like to sit still and feels like a prisoner. He hates asking for help or putting people out, so this whole experience has been a real struggle for my husband. The kids are doing better and with Cory up most the day they are able to run and laugh and scream out their jitter bugs during the evenings and weekends.

I truly am so thankful for all the kind words, thoughts, meals, texts and FB posts. My family literally saved my life. Sisters, Mom's, Aunts, Dad's, Nephews, Cousins, Grannies...everyone pitched in. Doesn't matter how big or how small the help was, it was a breath of fresh air every single time. So many dinners, the kids got taken by family they love to go fun places. Our families took so much time out of their already crazy days to help without a fuss or question. Cole came over one night and mowed/edged the lawn why I pulled weeds, it felt so good to have the yard done. My sisters already have handfuls of their own and offered to keep the kids a few hours so I could nap or clean. Our parents continue to help me with Casey, picking him up from daycare on my late nights at work.

I'll be sure to keep everyone posted, it's bound to be a long road still but we've made it so far already. ♥

Sunday, September 16, 2012

School Days

I can't believe another summer has come and gone! We've been so busy it seems like it was just yesterday Jayden was graduating Kindergarten. We actually finally got the boys to sleep in a little, and when I say sleeping in I mean like 7:30-8 am. Some mornings we lucked out with 9 am. :( *sigh*

(All you single, kid-less people better be enjoying your mornings!)

Jayden was really excited to start 1st grade, we went to the back to school night and met his teacher. Mrs. Baer. He actually has been so great this year compared to last to year. We always had to fight to get him up and dressed and to go. Homework? HA! That was a challenge.

I can't believe this kid, he's up between 6:30-7:00 am eats breakfast and gets dressed. He has to get ready early, because with Cory being down and I have to get Casey to school then drive my 45 minute commute so Jayden gets ready, then watches TV or plays XBOX. When the bus is about to come, I call the house phone to wish him a great day at school and off he goes! For homework, he's been reading very well, like so well he's passing off a book every night! (Please stay tuned for a future story on reading books) I have my fingers crossed it stays like this, and we'll have a great year!

Oh Casey squishy..oh how I love thee. Oh how you break my heart every morning for preschool/daycare drop off. Casey has the getting up early, eating breakfast, watching Sponge Bob then getting dressed part of our morning down packed. Now, as for the pulling into the school parking lot and walking into class...well that's a horse of a different color. Let's see...the first day I took him he started screaming and kicking the teacher. FUN! Then, we've slowly started to get a tiny bit better each day.

Now, we walk into the school, he asks me whats on the menu for lunch and he walks into the classroom..but as soon as he senses me leaving he drops his head into his hands and cries. Like a heartbreaking, you're the world's worst mommy, why would you leave me here cry?! Seriously, feel like I age 5-10 years every morning. When we pick him up, he seems to have had a good day, and is playing. The teachers tell me that as soon as I go, he's fine. But of course he is. Little stink.

We're down two weeks and he's still alive and shockingly so am I. I'm hoping the days get better, but until then I take a deep breath each day as we pull into the parking lot. I always go back to my Mom's saying 'Anyone can do anything for a certain amount of time!'

So, until the day when Casey is excited to leave for school all I can say is

'Casey baby.. I love you. Mommy works hard for you and brother. One day when you're older and hopefully, we're still the best of friends, you'll look back and think maybe, just maybe life wasn't so bad. Love you to the moon and back.'

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Loving you...

I'm sitting here in your hospital room, watching you sleep. Listening to the hum of the machine that's working to keep your newly implanted knee moving and to help ease your pain. I can hear your breathing and watch your chest rise and fall with every breath. I see the oxygen hose hooked to your beautiful face. A strong face, a strong man. I know you feel weak and possibly a little broken. I want you to know that you are not broken, just taking a time out from your crazy busy life to heal and mend yourself to make your body stronger.

I am here for you. I will carry the load for both of us, because your arms need rest. I will work to be strong for both of us to give your mind body and soul time to breath. We have been through so much, I'm sure with many more challenges, trials and triumphs ahead. Although I no longer believe in a perfect, flawless love...I believe in you and me. I believe you find perfection through the imperfections. A perfect love is what you make it to be.

Love is protecting one another, putting ourselves on the line to give the other what they need.  Love is me explaining to the doctors how they are not meeting my expectations in caring for the man in room 318, who happens to be the beginning and end of my entire world. Today I felt raw love for you as I did my best to grasp onto the idea, that in a facility of specialists and experts, we hear a lot of 'I don't knows'. As  I did my best to hide my tears, my mind and pride lost the battle to my heart and soul as they came pouring down.

I see the worry in your eyes as you grabbed my hand and squeezed to say 'it will be alright'. I'm sorry I added to your struggle today. Love to me is putting it on all the line when you need it most. I am here for you. I will carry the load for both of us, not only because I love you wth every depth of my being. But because I know you would do the same for me and have. I will never stop fighting for you, fighting for our boys and fighting for us. I will never stand for you getting second rate treatment when you deserve nothing but the best. 

I love the man you are, and I love how by just being in your presence I feel like a better person. You make me want to be better, give more, do more and to never settle. I will never stop wanting you, I will never stop needing you, I will never stop loving you in our wonderful, beautiful, imperfect life.

Forever, for always and no matter what.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Butter Face

You know how just about every person has that one thing with their bodies they just can't stand? How no matter what they do, it doesn't seem to ever look how they want it too? For some it's their mid-section, I think we've all had the ever glorious 'muffin top'. Maybe it's the thunder thighs that never seem to shrink. Some people hate their hands or their toes, some struggle with their hair. This list could go on and on.

Though I feel like I've experienced all those things, the one area that has never been up to par and has given me serious emotional and physical scarring is my face. Ever heard the phrase 'Butter Face'? Definition 'Everything on that girl looks good, BUT HER FACE. Yes, that is me. Every time I look in the mirror all I see is an ocean of pimples, bumps, redness, blackheads, ACNE.

Growing up, I had the normal teenager pimples but nothing like what I've experienced from about my early twenties and still experiencing today. I mean, I'm 31 damn years old. I should have other things to worry about besides acne. IT'S JUST NOT FAIR. I have good months, ok months and extremely bad months. I realize my inability to relax about my skin is one of the things that keeps it from healing. But I'm convinced that's not the only cause. I've spent the better part of the last 12 years researching, experimenting and trying just about everything out there in an attempt to clear my skin. Here is just a glimpse:

  • Pro Active
  • Skin ID Neutragena
  • Regular Esthetician (painful hour long treatments of extractions, needles and chemicals) visits
  • Chemical peels
  • Micro
  • Vitamins
  • Diet (No coffee, large amounts of green tea, no dairy)
  • Cleanses (pills, shakes, fasting)
  • Retin A
  • Prescriptions (tetracyclene, doxycyclene - all that come with wonderful side effects like yeast infections)
  • Thousands of dollars in facial scrubs, acids, and benzoil peroxides.
  • Baking Soda wash
  • Moisturizers 
  • Dermatologist - Must confess I don't go regular because I HATE The way they make me feel and they treat my acne like a freakin teenager. HELLO I'm 30 not 15 and Retin A is not going to clear my skin.  
With each attempt, some things lightened the acne, NOTHING seems to clear my skin to where I want it and with each failed attempt my emotional roller coaster is killing me from the inside out. Here are just a few way acne takes over my life
  • I DO NOT leave my house with out make up on. 
  • I can only use a certain type of make up (mineral powders, etc)
  • I wash my face twice a day
  • White pillow cases and wash every week
  • I don't touch my face during the day
  • I don't like it when the kids or Cory touch or kiss my face :( All I can think is the possible germs that are going to cause another breakout
  • I spend hours in the mirror sometimes picking, sometimes tearful. 
  • I have to sometimes put ice on my face to relieve the large painful nodules of acne
  • When I'm in the shower washing my face, I feel all the bumps and get tearful. I wonder if I'll ever know what it feels like to have smooth skin. 
  • I feel like my acne is all people see - It's all I see. 
  • If I'm talking to you, chances are I'm looking at your skin. Constantly comparing my skin to others. 
I've been researching drastic approaches to acne for women my age. I've made an appointment with a new OB/GYN to get  hormone testing done. I am a true believer that my acne is from the inside and something is not right. I also found I have several other symptoms
  • Facial Hair - Ok, seriously I wax my chin at least once a week. It's effin ridiculous
  • Lack of sex drive - this does not do wonders to the marriage my friends
  • Mood swings
  • Lack of appetite
  • Depression
  • Lack of hair growth where it should actually be growing
I go in September for testing and I'm hoping to find something there. Maybe I can find out the root cause and help cure my disease. Yes, chronic acne is a disease. I also went to see my dermatologist and had a tearful heart to heart. Basically I described all the things above and simply stated, I can't do this any more. I want to be put on Accutane. I'm done having babies, Cory's had a vasectomy and I'm already on birth control to help my skin. There's no reason not to try - well maybe other than the side effects. 

I have to take blood tests every 30 days before I can get my RX, I have to stay out of the sun. It will dry me up so bad I probably won't be able to wear contacts, I'll have to have another prescription to help with my dry lips. My face will get bright red and worse before it gets better. I'll be on Accutane for 6 months. From what I've researched, women my age on the drug had a high percentage of success. Some women said they couldn't believe they waited so long and a few 20% said they had no success. I talked with my doctor and with the combination of hormone therapy and accutane I should see dramatic results. Well, this drama queen is past READY for results. Worse case scenario I might have to do a few rounds before I see my skin where I want to see it. 

One thing I can't believe is how much it takes to get the damn drug in the first place. I have to sign a contract stating I'm on two forms of birth control. Apparently husbands vasectomy doesn't count so I have to sign I'm on a oral contraceptive as well as condoms. After my first blood/pregnancy test, I wait 31 days then have another blood test. Then I have 7 days to get my RX or I have to start all over again. I have to notify my DR if I have 
  • Migraines - Apparently it could cause swelling of the brain
  • Stomach aches
  • Muscle/Joint aches
  • dizzy spells
  • Psychosis
  • Thoughts of suicide
To some, and even reading it back to myself seems over the top. I mean who in their right mind would go through all of this? Well, the simple answer to that question is me. I would. I am so unhappy in my own my skin and have been for so long. I think that is why I put so much into everything else about me. I spend money on clothes to look my best, to be in style. I spend time every morning on my hair, make up, overall appearance to take away the focus of my skin. I work hard to be great at everything to compensate for something I have no control over. 

So, here's to another chapter and hopefully a different ending than all the others. I will not be posting pictures of my face. I hate it enough in real life, I don't need to see it on a computer screen. And, if my skin does clear I don't want to be reminded of how horrible it was before. 

Tuesday, August 7, 2012


It seems like life lately has thrown a lot of curve balls our way. With all the years we've spent together, we have sure had our share of up's and downs. Life isn't always what I planned, but the piece I hold on to for dear life is the friendship and love I share with this man. When days are so hard I feel like I simply can't put one more foot in front of the other or I wonder what else could possibly go wrong, I come home to this smiling face. He wraps me in his strong arms and holds me tight. 

Someday, we'll look back on these days and laugh. We'll know these are the days that made us stronger, humble and thankful for the easy times. 

Cory works so very hard for his family, sometimes day and night. He would give anything so we don't go without. We've made some decisions over the years that weren't always the best and it seems like we'll be paying for them forever. 

This post is sort of a ramble, but I just wanted to write how much I love my husband. He's got a long road in front of him over the next few months and I'll be by his side 100%. At the end of the day, when nothing else has gone right...we'll always have each other. 

♥I love you♥

Monday, August 6, 2012


We headed to the Pioneer Days Rodeo for our second year, my good friend Jaimie and her Hubby always help us get tickets. This year, we even talked Dad into going!! It was an eventful night when Casey decided to get a case of the squirts right as we were waiting for our tickets. Attempting that in an out house is NOT  something I'd recommend. 

We passed the time with pictures, leave it to my boys to find the anatomically correct horse and THEN touch his parts just to make sure they were attached. 

Casey finished the moment by yelling, 'Look Dad, it has a W-E-I-N-E-R!'

The Green Family 2012
(A family portrait the truly captures our life!)

We made it through the entire Rodeo, with a few bumps and bruises from Mom when their little ears just couldn't listen! But overall, we had a great time with friends. Barrel Racing is my favorite and something high on my bucket list is to one time perform in a rodeo on a barrel horse. Yes, I realize I'm 31 and I'm not giving up hope yet!

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Casey turns 3!

We had a great time this year for Casey's birthday. Some days I can't believe he's already 3 and others I can't believe it's ONLY been three years since we welcome this sweet beautiful baby into our home. We had two family parties, the Kellerstrass side we celebrate Kayli Jo's (24th) and Casey's (26th). Then we had the Green/Stanley side over. 

We also headed to Chucky Cheese on the big day just the four of us for some family time. Casey seemed to have a great time on all three days we celebrated, and I can say another successful year down!

Opening up presents with Mom, you can see I was much more enthusiastic about clothes than Mr. Casey was. Ü 

Laurie and James, you'd never guess they've been married 15 years and have teenage twin boys. It could be 16 years, I've lost count. 

 I just love his beautiful face. Not sure what face I'm pulling!

 Casey spreading the kisses around to Grandpa Gary  and Ma Jo to say thanks for his Sponge Bob backpack and ball

 Can't leave out Great Grandpa Earle!

 Miss Kayli Jo. 
She got money from everyone to get an iPod touch

 Aunt Lisa helping to hold Casey up while we sang Happy Birthday!

Jayden living out his dreams like his mommy of one day owning our own real life horse!
Daddy and Casey stand off 

 Celebrating with the Stanley's. Maizey was having fun swimming and supervising the presents. 
(Please take note of the hat in both pictures. I'm currently hating my face and hair. That's a future post to come)
Ha ha. Oh Silly Grandpa Denny, got Casey a card for his 4th Birthday..we'll save it for next year! 

 Can never go wrong with some cash!

 Between Sponge Bob packback and ball then the Ford F150 Raptor..the two most favorite gifts. He's been riding in it non stop since his birthday! And constantly fighting brother on who gets to drive. Pretty sure my grass and dogs will never be the same. 

 Maizey thinking..'Um, where is the exit to this crazy ride!'

Happy birthday baby boy! Your family loves you so very much, I couldn't imagine life without my cuddly little babycakes. You make me smile, laugh and sometimes wonder with the crazy things that come out of your mouth. I hope you know how loved you are, each and every day. 

We are truly blessed to have our boys healthy, happy and home. 

Casey Lake Green
7lbs 9oz 22 inches long

Casey/6 Months

Casey One

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Back that a$$ up!

Alright, so for those that know me, I'm not real shy about tooting my own horn. Which is in my DNA..I'm the youngest child and born on April Fool's Day which basically means I'm a rock star. Yes, really. 

Here are my facts....

BKRB reads the plates on my Harley. Stands for BIKER BITCH...or Biker Babe as far as the DMV is concerned.

MrsJekl reads the plates on my car. Stands for...I'm married to Mr. Hyde so stay the hell out of my way. Ü

Then today, another small miracle to show I really can do anything I put my mind too.

Cory is taking my nephew to buy an old car in Orem. He needed the trailer at my Dad's house to pick it up..because lets be real, Cory doesn't buy anything that runs. (Cory - if you're reading this...I LOVE YOU ♥) I offered to go and get the trailer for Cory since my Dad would be there and could hook it up for me. Piece of cake, right? Wrong.

Dad wasn't there. Hmmm..what to do, what to do. I thought to myself -  I pull a trailer fine, I can take the boat out with my girlies and survive. So how hard can it be to put a hitch on a truck, back it up, hook it up and tow it home by myself? I don't usually have a lot of fear of trying new things, and I've seen Cory do this a million times...I can do this.

First thing, I go and find some gloves. I mean, I may be a bad ass but I AM a lady. I don't play in grease. Once gloved, I back the truck up pretty close and it takes me a few times of backing up then checking, backing up then checking. Then tada! I did it :) Once I decided I've hooked everything I can, I make two calls. One to Dad and one to Cory, two reasons. #1- To make sure I did it right #2 - So they both EQUALLY can be impressed with my skills. Ü This is where it gets entertaining...I'm not real sure of the technical names of all the parts I've just connected, so here is the conversation and description that made both of the men in my life laugh....enjoy.

  • Ok, so I made sure the cranky thing was all the way up so the truck wouldn't hit it when I was backing it up. 
  • Then I got the hitch out of the garage and stuck it in the hole in the back of the truck. 
  • I put the big pin-ey thing through the hole and pulled the tab out so it wouldn't fall out. 
  • I backed the truck up and did the cranky thing down until it dropped on the ball. 
  • I pulled the tab and slide the shaft of the trailer over the ball thing. (Yes, I said shaft and ball in the same sentence. I may be 10 years old but they were the first words that came to mind.)
  • I cranked the cranky thing and pulled it up so it wasn't on the ground then pinned the cranky thing.
  • I plugged in the trailer brakes
  • I put the chains on the holes by the hitch under the truck
  • Last, I pulled the blocks from under the tires
SUCCESS! What I didn't tell them is after I hung up, I looked at my work. All by myself, standing in my parents drive way I did a dance. Like the kind of dance football players do after a touchdown and sang 

'Back that ass up, show me whatca workin with!' Who cares that it was in 100 degree weather, sweat dripping from all angles, hair a mess with plastic gloves on. I was a hot mess and proud of it!

If you're not convinced by now that I am a total bad ass...start back up at the top and repeat until you do. 

I mean, I proclaimed I'd have a manager job within a year of being an assistant and POOF! It happened! (Please note this is a very sarcastic remark made for specific people who may or may not read this blog. I hope they enjoyed it)

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Star Valley 2012

We headed up to my parents home away from home over the 4th of July and broke in the trailer. (Not how one would normally like to break in  a trailer) Nonetheless, we had FuN!

The drive was a bit long for two unruly little boys, who should've slept longer, and after a couple wrong turns and a detour, we arrived alive on Tuesday night. 

My parents own a lot at the Star Valley RV Resort where they park the Pent House of trailers they own. Seriously, this thing is nicer than most starter homes. Which equals a recipe for disaster if little hands aren't watched at all times. They  have a beautiful set up complete with a patio, golf cart, shed, ice makers, fire pit, planted flowers in pots, tube lighting for decor, a kennel for their pups, covered tent for their grill, you name it they have it. The park itself has a beautiful golf course, swimming pool and bumper boats. 

I loved to tease my Dad about the people who all live in the park. They all drive by the lots in golf carts and wave like it's Mayberry. Then, after they waive they tell you all about how that guy's a jerk and that lady is so nosy! 

I said to my Dad, 'So really it's like gangs. Do your golf carts have colors? Like the Bloods and the Crypts?' He didn't share my amusement, but I was cracking myself up. They have parties and you're cool if you get an invite and plan to take out their flower beds if you don't. Ok, maybe I made that last part up, but I could totally see it. 

We spent a lot of hours walking while the kids rode their bikes all over and Jayden proceeded to show me 'Look Ma, no hands!' after several almost crashes and several near heart failures, I decided that he wasn't going that fast and hey, if he crashed, maybe it'd slow him down for 5 minutes. (Yes I actually thought that and Yes I know GOD heard...don't worry, were besties and he still loves me)

We also went swimming where I learned that while working 45+ hours a week, my kids learned to swim. They are swim maniacs and LOVE it. It was pure torture to take Casey out of the pool which included a massive break down and total hysterical fit with kicking and all. FUN!

My parents fed us breakfast and dinner everyday and it was delicious. There is something about having food like the kind you had all your adolescent life that just makes you feel good. I've heard the saying 'Nobody does it like Mom' and this is definitely the case with my Mom. LOVED it. As usual, they stocked their cooler with Coke for Cory, Smirnoff Ice for me and pop for the kids. SPOILED ROTTEN. 

I also learned I love a new drink called a Lime a Rita from Bud Light. I HATE margaritas and beer but apparently I love a Lime A Rita on a hot summer day. Yes there were times I wasn't drinking on this vacation. Just not many of them! I would also like to point out to the non drinkers who are judging me right now. You CAN in fact enjoy a few drinks without becoming SMASHED. 

On one attempt to entertain the kids, we headed up a dirt road to Gray's River just outside Alpine, WY. The kids spent hours throwing rocks, which apparently is a fascinating thing to do as a young boy. And peeing in a river..because what's NOT fun about whipping out a wiener and peeing in the wide open country? I wouldn't know, but it sent my boys into seventh heaven.  

Casey had to find every large boulder that weighed at least as much as him if not more. Some didn't make it over his head and one actually made it into his brother's back.

We stopped in Jackson Hole for an hour or so. Long enough to walk another 5 miles and to get the boys some wolf and bear shirts then some lunch. Here they are patiently waiting for the pizza. I'd love to just strangle them, but seriously...take a look at those faces. I mean let's have a moment of silence to recognize Cory and I may have birthed the cutest children EVER. (really I did 95% of the work, right??!)

We took this picture several years ago when Jayden was just a baby and he looks about this happy. I'm not sure what they're looking at her, but I'd be willing to bet it's interesting!

Alright, maybe that handsome husband of mine had something to do with the cuteness of our children. He's pretty much a HOTTIE! (which leads me back to how I'd really like to break in the trailer ;)

I'd like to point out Jayden's ability to strike a pose in this shot. Not too shabby for a camera phone, I feel like I was really able to capture the mood of these wild children standing with their nature bear mother. 

We really did have a great time, although tiring. These last pictures really show how we all felt at the end of our vacation. Poor Addie baby girl...she's getting up there in years and isn't used to all that walking. Her hips have been bugging her :( I'm going to go ahead and ignore that fact and pretend like she's still my 2 yr old bear cub puppy. 

This is how she looked most of the trip, when I wasn't dragging her around on gravel and pavement. At one point she actually sat down in the road in the middle of the walk and if dogs could talk, she'd say 'Eff you Mom. I'm NOT walking one more foot!' 

Jayden was in mid sentence asking Cory about bears...where are the bears? will they eat us? would they eat Addie? If there were a bear would you run Dad? Would you jump in front of a bear to save me and Casey Dad? What do bears smell like? Have you seen a bear? Then there was silence and I looked behind my seat to find my wild bear wrestler passed out cold with his drink in his mouth. Ü

I'm glad we got to spend some time with my parents, with working full time and them spending weekends in Star Valley, we don't get to see them a lot. My kids love to spend time with Grandpa Gary and Ma Jo, Jayden especially. He'd sneak away for some alone time with his grandparents any chance he got. He feels like a grown up when he can hang with them.

We did come home to our air conditioner broke AGAIN. It was a whopping 92 degrees in our house for over 24 hours. After a long drive, and coming home to that kind of heat, I thought I just may strangle someone. They came out and replaced a part and we're back in business and no one was injured.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Say What!

Before we went to Florida, I went into Dillard's to scope out a new dress and some shorts. I had been wanting some salmon colored shorts, I have a pair of capri's and get a lot of compliments on the color. I'm normally a Levi shorts girl and wanted to branch out into some bright colors for the summer.

I head upstairs to the clothing department and head over to the JR's. Yes I know I'm not a JR, but still, I can't shop in the old lady section and I'm fine just buying a bigger size than I would if I chose to shop in my era. So, I'm browsing, and across the way I see some shorts in just the color I want! I realize they are in the petite section, but who cares about length on shorts and anyways, I can always size up. So, I start picking through the sizes when across the hall I hear,

'Ma'am, this is the petite section.' in a very loud and snotty voice.

I feel my temperature start to rise and without making eye contact I reply 'I'm aware, thank you' in my tone that says 'step the hell off lady, I know what section I'm in'

This brainless saleswoman again YELLS across the isle

'Well, you just don't look like you would fit into a petite!'


Now, I'm extremely pissed and embarrassed. I look at her and in my coldest tone possible say..

'Thank you.'   and I walked away. I freakin walked away!

I can't even believe that lady, as I finished shopping on the other side of the store I wanted to go back to her and in my best Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts ~ street walker found billionaire with bags of clothes say...

'You work on commission right? BIG mistake, HUGE!' and walk away. But I didn't. I just went to my car and fumed the entire way home. I mean, what in the hell was she thinking!!! So, I'm using my blog to vent my disgust. Here is what I'd like to go back and say,

'Listen, you half brained heifer. I KNOW what part of the store I'm shopping in. I can read for hells sakes. What the hell do YOU care what section I shop in? As long as I shove my ghetto booty into a pair of effin shorts and you get a sale, that's all that should effin matter. In fact, you should be SELLING every piece of clothing you possibly can to keep up with that mouth of yours that seems to be running off your stupid blonde face!'
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