I don't have a foul mouth, I just say FUCK a lot.
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010, 1:36:43 AM- it's official | ||||||
the universe hates me and wants to punish me. i wake up this morning with the mother of all hangovers. wayyyyy too many margaritas yesterday. i muster up the strength to trudge into work, where there's a plain brown paper bag waiting on me. it's for a cake i have to do today. i open the bag and turn green. ...it's filled with travel size bottles of liquor and shot glasses...(insert puke smiley face here) somehow i made it throu... hopefully ima go home soon, take some sleeping pills, and wake up better... | ||||||
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Sunday, June 13, 2010, 7:06:20 PM- hahahahahahaha | ||||||
i DEFY you to read this and not come up with 20 names of members here who fit into one of these 6 groups... [url]http://www.cracked.com/article_17522_6-new-personality-disorders-caused-by-internet.html[/url] | ||||||
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Thursday, June 10, 2010, 12:26:32 AM- FINISHED!!! | ||||||
omg omg omg omg omg i've been waiting years for this tattoo...and MONTHS for it to be finished...and now....IT'S DONE!!!! Thank you ALLLLLLLLLL so much who participated in the voting thing last septemeber, even tho she (the tattoo artist i went to) fucked up more than not...she at least got the ball rolling. now..it's done. my namesake.. The Goddess Athena.. complete with the two symbols used to define and represent her.. the owl for Wisdom, and the shield..for War. i'm so in love with this tattoo..even if it does hurt.. =P | ||||||
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010, 7:07:37 AM- the facepalm... | ||||||
i've decided we're doing it wrong... instead of hitting OURSELVES in the face... let's just hit them.... maybe the asshatness will be xxxxxx out.. | ||||||
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010, 9:28:20 PM- the things.. | ||||||
that pop into my mind when i'm bored at work. was thinking i should post a series of instructa-blog vids...icing a cake, making a rose, etc. only problem would be i'm fully dressed. =P | ||||||
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Sunday, June 6, 2010, 8:40:56 PM- ahhhh | ||||||
ya know? sometimes i HATE my job... a lady came to pick up her cake, and was very dissapointed with how the other girl decorated it. i talked with her for a good 20 minutes, finding out exactly what she wanted. (what she REALLY wanted was a wedding cake design...on a sheet cake...for free) so i re-do it. get to work today..and apparently she was so upset when she picked it up, she was crying. >.< of COURSE it's not going to look like a fucking wedding cake...it's a SHEET CAKE... on the other side of the coin...i love my job... i just got off the phone with some customers i did a cake for yesterday. it was a full sheet, made to look like a hockey rink, a combo graduation/hockey nat'l champ cake. i seriously sat down with the dad last week and sketched out the cake for over an hour. they picked it up, and were upset i'd left already, so all of them, (mom, dad, son and lil brother) got on speaker phone this afternoon to call me and tell me what an amazing cake it was. =D son said something to the effect of "forget my wedding cake, this is the cake i'm going to remember all my life" *sniffsniff* | ||||||
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Wednesday, June 2, 2010, 12:34:53 PM- woot! | ||||||
yesterday was actually...productive. sureeee i got a lil stir crazy being shut in the house most the day with dum and the old people. but i got almost all the laundry done (not folded...i'll do that today) AND the bedroom cleaned and swept. btw, whoever thought hardwood floors + dirt yard + dogs = fantastic idea should be shot. dum and i did manage to get a lil fishing in. it was disgustingly hot. i hate sweating. and i hate boobs sweat more. i DID however, catch my first catfish. and a turtle. (i won't mention dum's lack of bites/catches...well...he DID catch a turtle too) i hesitate to post this pic..lol..aside from the oppressive heat, my discomfort at holding such an icky looking fish is plainly showed. awww fuck it.. | ||||||
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Monday, May 31, 2010, 12:11:43 AM- it is time. | ||||||
tomorrow, is a national holiday in the U.S. It's called Memorial Day. And it's the day we've put aside to remember our heros, our loved ones, who have given their lives in the line of duty. what are you doing this memorial day? A BBQ? A day of swimming, and beer and friends and laughter? Is it really just another 3 day weekend for you? some of us will mourn and honor their friends, their co-workers...their safety net... some of us will mourn and honor their loved ones, husbands, wifes, fathers, mothers, sons or daughters... and all of us...ALL of us...should honor and mourn those who gave the most precious gift...so that we could be here, doing what we do, and saying what we say... i've found two...one from my home state, and one from my new home...to share with you...both men...i shall light a candle for, and for their families... for Robert, from Florida : INGRAM, ROBERT R. Citation: For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as Corpsman with Company C, First Battalion, Seventh Marines against elements of a North Vietnam Aggressor (NVA) battalion in Quang Ngai Province Republic of Vietnam on 28 March 1966. Petty Officer Ingram accompanied the point platoon as it aggressively dispatched an outpost of an NVA battalion. The momentum of the attack rolled off a ridge line down a tree covered slope to a small paddy and a village beyond. Suddenly, the village tree line exploded with an intense hail of automatic rifle fire from approximately 100 North Vietnamese regulars. In mere moments, the platoon ranks were decimated. Oblivious to the danger, Petty Officer Ingram crawled across the bullet spattered terrain to reach a downed Marine. As he administered aid, a bullet went through the palm of his hand. Calls for "CORPSMAN" echoed across the ridge. Bleeding, he edged across the fire swept landscape, collecting ammunition from the dead and administering aid to the wounded. Receiving two more wounds before realizing the third wound was life-threatening, he looked for a way off the race of the ridge, but again he heard the call for corpsman and again, he resolutely answered. Though severely wounded three times, he rendered aid to those incapable until he finally reached the right flank of the platoon. While dressing the head wound of another corpsman, he sustained his fourth bullet wound. From sixteen hundred hours until just prior to sunset, Petty Officer Ingram pushed, pulled, cajoled, and doctored his Marines. Enduring the pain from his many wounds and disregarding the probability of his demise, Petty Officer Ingram's intrepid actions saved many lives that day. By his indomitable fighting spirit, daring initiative, and unfaltering dedications to duty, Petty Officer Ingram reflected great credit upon himself and upheld the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service. and for Alex, from Missouri : *SKINKER, ALEXANDER R. Rank and Organization: Captain, U.S. Army, 138th Infantry, 35th Division. Place and Date: At Cheppy, France, 26 September 1918. Entered Service At: St. Louis, Mo. Birth: St. Louis, Mo. G. O. No.: 13, W.D., 1919. Citation: Unwilling to sacrifice his men when his company was held up by terrific machine gun fire from iron pill boxes in the Hindenburg Line, Capt. Skinker personally led an automatic rifleman and a carrier in an attack on the machine guns. The carrier was killed instantly, but Capt. Skinker seized the ammunition and continued through an opening in the barbed wire, feeding the automatic rifle until he, too, was killed. Both of these men have been gone a long time. But what they gave, will never be forgotten... a song, sung by 4 veterans with amazing talent. a little cheezy on the vid...but...yes...true, and sung with love. [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Od037pVWZZ4[/url] Whoever you may pray to, please, on THIS day, say a prayer for those souls who have given more than should be asked of anyone.. | ||||||
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Friday, May 28, 2010, 5:41:55 AM- ah well | ||||||
fishing was a bust yesterday. lots of nibbles..but nothing bit. ah well, like dum said "that's why it's called fishing, not catching." the day wasn't wasted tho. even tho before last sunday my "fishing" routine was kicking back in a bikini reading a book and drinking beer while dum fished, i DID manage to finish one book and start on the next. (i'm re-re-re-reading the harry potter series....shup. it's a GOOD series) we went for dinner, at a sushi joint we'd not been to before. dum enjoyed his *bleeehhhh* sushi, and i...well...i enjoyed the saki. =D | ||||||
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Monday, May 24, 2010, 4:23:25 PM- anything dum can do.... | ||||||
i can do better=D since the track day was pretty much a wash, i asked dum if he wanted to go fishing. only this time...i wanted to fish too. we went to the evil empire (wal mart) and got me a pretty lil fishing pole, and a one day licence. everywhere we went, the water was too high, or it was too crowded. finally we gave up and went to busch wildlife. anddddddd.....nothing. i get frustrated, and after us only getting a bite each, not hooking anything. i suggest we go to our old standby. skate park lake. usually, the only thing dum catches there is lil bluegill, or gar, or turtles. but..at least we'd catch SOMETHING! off we go. we get there, i get set up with my one pole, dum goes about setting up his 3. and BAM...i get a bite....i reel it in, and...WOW. ma first fish: i'm sure dum's chalking this up to beginners luck. he almost NEVER catches carp that big. he baits my hook again for me, i cast...and BAM: i'm not one to turn up ma nose to any fish. but i was a lil dissapointed. =P we settle back in, dum's tending his lines (with nary a fish to be seen from him) when i feel the now familiar tug on mine. I stand up and start reeling in. it's gotta be a turtle...it's fighting hard, and bending ma cute lil pink rod near in half. finally get it outta the water...and it's deffo NOT a turtle. so yea. i think i'll add master fisherwoman to ma list of titles. (as soon as i can stand to bait my own hook and get the fish off after i catch it.) | ||||||
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