A blog a day....

I've decided to take a challenge. I will almost certainly fail succeed!!


A blog a day for a year?!?


Can I do it?


We'll find out.


But not here. Most of my posts will probably be made of useless nonsense, which is not too far off from this blog I guess...nevertheless, I'm making a blog specifically for this challenge.


Head on over to http://amandarharris.blogspot.com and follow. Let's take this journey together. 
While you're at it, go follow http://shanisejones.blogspot.com too. She is the one who presented this challenge to me, and she's doing it as well. Which of us do you think will make it further?


We. Shall. See.




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Dear email spammers,

Let me let you in on a little secret.

As if your promise of an eighteen million dollar check in the subject wasn't ridiculous enough, your name was over the top. No way would I ever open an email, under the name Aladdin Disney.

Nice try though.

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Online arguments, the equivalent of?....

We need to come up with a better analogy that the infamous "Arguing online is like the Special Olypmics, even if you lose, you're still a retard."

I DO NOT like that. I find it rather offensive.

So we need a new one. Any suggestions? hmm...

The whole point is, arguing online is ridiculous. I'm all for a healthy debate, but I'm not going to have a petty argument in cyber space. It's completely, forgive me, retarded.

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What a sick joke.

I'm not sure if this was intended to be a joke or not, but it's rather disturbing.

A band of indians asked their federal government for H1N1 kits, and instead they recieved.........body bags.

Horrible.

8 years is the max sentence for rape?

A millionaire car exporter recieved the maximum sentence of eight years, for raping and having sex with underage orphans. He took them from their orphanage, to an apartment to have sex with, or rape them.

Eight years. Are you serious?

But it doesn't end there. He also helped finance an online child-sex ring website.

Eight years....

What does it say about our country, when a man can rape and have sex with underage girls, helps fund a child sex website, and only gets eight years. All the while, men and women such as Gloria Van Winkle are getting the maximum sentences for drug posession? She didn't just get the maximum sentence for drug possession, she got life in prison for drug possession. Not sales. Possession.

That Endless Quest for Attention.

It occurred to me that sometimes even the most subtle remarks may be a quest for attention. Little things that most people would ignore, or scrunch their eyebrows together and say "Um, okay...?", and move on.

(I see it. The quest for attention, it may be more obvious than one may think.)

It's all about paying attention to the little things. I'll be the first to admit I'm not usually quick to do so. If someone isn't very important in my life, I tend to vaguely notice them.

Then of course, when you are important, I notice everything. Though I may not call attention to it, and just because you may not come out and say it, doesn't mean I don't get it.

There are people around everyone that care about them, no matter the degree in which they care, the fact is; there are a few that care more than you may realize. Focus on those few. When shutting out the entire world, think about the ones that care.

Holy Migraine....

Judging by the title, you can probably assume I am currently suffering from a migraine. It's a mild migraine at this point, but it sucks none the less.
Still yet, I am online. Probably not helping much....looking at this screen. But reading would probably be worse.
So, in checking my mail, an article popped up on yahoo's front page.
It was titled something like "Have a headache? Eat these foods?"
Coincidence? Why, of course. What else could it be?
To some extreme fundies, it would probably be considered a sign from their imaginary friend they call God.
Hmmm, I'll go with coincidence.
Nonetheless, there's an article about foods that could possibly trigger headaches.

And towards the bottom....
Well whatdya know? I had pizza for dinner....

Click here to see the article.

-Amanda

Where did all the big laffy taffies go?

Few stores carry them anymore. :( I don't want those little bitty shoestring ones, or the little bitesize ones...I want the big ones. I don't care what anyone says, they taste different!!!

Daily yo.

I really plan on trying to do at least one blog post everyday. I enjoy it. A lot. I just never have much to write about, but I think I need to start practicing so that I can draw inspiration from the smallest things. :)

I just noticed my iPod is unplugged from my computer. I will not charge that way. I can only imagine that was the act of a certain little girl.

My kids are attached at the hip. My son crawls around after my daughter like she's the center of his world. It's adorable. I can be in a dark place, and seeing the way they are together brightens me up instantly.

I should really enjoy this while it lasts. B/c before I know it, they'll be at each other's throats.

Been a while....

I haven't written in a while, so I figure I need to. Well, not need, but want to.

I have had a very strange, and very sad couple of weeks.

Sad because my Aunt Evie passed away....I didn't see her much in the past couple of years, and as usual, I regret that. I remember old times with her, and I only wish I would've spent more time around her. She was a great person, who never failed to make you feel better no matter the situation, and she will be missed dearly by many.

Also sad, for the world, not so much me personally, is all of the celebrities dropping like flies. They're dying left and right. Michael Jackson??? Seriously...RIP.

Strange, because I haven't wanted to do anything I normally I love to do. I haven't wanted to read, or watch tv, or anything. I've written some, and I've drawn a little, but usually all I want to do is read, and it's been a struggle for me to even pick up a book. It's a little frustrating, because I have quite a few books that I need to read.....soon.

And so...RIP to all of those we have lost recently...

The lonely Tomato.

I think my "gardening" idea, is going to be more of a tomato plant than a garden. Tomatoes seem to be the easiest plant to grow, and lets face, I don't have a lot of free time. (at least not free time that I can use outside tending to a garden).

It's slightly upsetting to read how much really goes along with planting a garden. It's a lot of work, and I'd have to get started pronto, in order to grow lettuce like I wanted to.

This is sad considering I only wanted to grow four simple veggies. Tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce, and possibly potatoes. That's it. Surely I can figure out a way to work it out. Right? I'm afraid to commit to it.

I'm torn. I really would like to grow my own veggies. It would save us a lot of money. Other then myself, my family doesn't consume much tomatoes, cucumbers, or lettuce. However, we eat potatoes gallore. It would make life much simpler if I could just pick them out of my own garden.

I love a good salad. Any day of the week. However I don't buy much because I'm the only one that will eat it. The boyfriend and my daughter will pretty much only eat potatoes and corn. If I had my own garden to pick these things from, I wouldn't feel guilty about buying things that only I would eat.

Then there's Stitch. Our iguana. We've found that he'll only eat lettuce. So that would be another thing we wouldn' t have to worry about.

All of this is assuming I could even be successful in gardening. I'm not even sure if my backyard is really suitable. I guess I'll have to do more research. I really want to make this happen!

Nausea, please leave me. :(

Every single day, around this time, I start feeling very shaky, and nauseous. I feel like the world is spinning,(figuratively speaking.....obviously). I feel that way until I go eat something. At first I thought it was that I wasn't getting enough food throughout the day, and this was just the time it hit me. (because I often forget to eat) However, beginning to wonder if it isn't a side affect of my birth control. I'd stop taking it, if I was okay with getting pregnant. But I'm definitely not okay with that right now. If it happened, I would welcome it whole heartedly, but I would just rather not have to worry about it.

There's really nothing I can take to suppress the nausea, and even if there were, I probably wouldn't take it. I'm not a fan of taking medicine, I rarely even take Tylenol. If I felt we were ready for another baby, I wouldn't even take any birth control.

Hopefully, it's just my bad eating habits. If I can get all that on track, maybe it'll stop. Lets hope.

Ranting and Raving-Fair warning.

I try my best to enjoy every day of my life. But I guess today I'm just in one of those moods, that make it difficult to maintain a cheery mood.

There are a lot of things going through my head today, a lot of them are meaningless, even to me, but they stay there all the same.

I just realized how much I hate the phrase "Bun in the Oven"....I think it sounds very disrespectful to the baby, even if the baby has no idea what's going on. It just sounds, nasty.

I knew this girl, back in about fifth grade. We were really good friends, and to this day, our families are slightly invested in each other. However, I have personally, not been friends with her for a very long time. She's now pregnant. I'm honestly not sure if she even knows who the dad is, nor do I care. It's her life, I just hope the baby is well taken care of.

Although her situation is really none of my business, it does pose some questions in my mind. I will probably never understand "casual sex", and I'm totally okay with not understanding it. It's just not something I personally would ever do. But for those who do it....there are so so so many things you can do to prevent pregnancy, and if you're having "casual sex", it only makes sense to do everything in your power to keep from getting pregnant. Yet, most of them don't. The guys, nor the girls. And baby's are consistently brought into this world to parents who barely, if at all, know each other. It simply disgusts me, for the kids' sake.

Someone I've known for a very long time passed away a few days ago, and I just simply don' t understand it. Something seems very, off, about the whole situation. I feel like someone is hiding something, but I have no clue who, what, or why. But something doesn't feel right.The police have apparently ruled it a suicide, yet the family/witness, have told about five different stories. Their stories have all led back to it being an accidentally, in one way or another. Nothing makes sense to me.


I think coping with death, may be a little easier for me if I had faith in the fact that I would see them again someday. However, I can't force myself to have faith in something I simply don't believe exists.The feeling of hopelessness after someone dies is one of the reasons I believe man created religion in the first place. It makes me understand why I believe religion was created, but it doesn't help me believe in any religion. It's times like these that I wish I could bring myself to believe in something, anything.

I'm happy without religion in my life. I try to live every single day to the best of my ability, and I try not to take anything for granted. It's not like I'm a devil worshiper. I don't believe there's a devil either. Death just doesn't seem like something that should force me to become religious. It just wouldn't be right.

I think I'm done for now.....

Appreciating what you have.

I'm not sure if this video depressed me, or uplifted me more. It's definitely an eye opener. You really don't realize how good you have it until it's broken down this way. It just goes to show.....things could be much worse.

A Home Birth Gone Wrong, sadly.

So there's this website.....Joyous Birth....it is run by an advocate for free birth. Free birth is giving birth to your child at home, without any medical help of any kind. No doctors, nurses, midwives, absolutely nothing.

For a lot of women, things go perfectly fine. This site is full of hospital horror stories, and home birth success stories.

What people may not realize, is that the woman who runs this site, has recently given "free birth", and her child did not survive. An ambulance was called, but it was too late. Extremely heartbreaking.

First let me say my heart truly goes out to this woman. It doesn't matter who you are, or what method of childbirth you decide to use, when something like this happens, my heart goes out to you. I could not imagine losing a baby.

With that being said, I believe she should post her story on her website. She runs a website with all of these success stories, and pictures, it's....well...."joyous". But she herself, is a perfect example of why you SHOULD use some sort of medical help when giving birth. Home birth, I definitely understand the appeal there, but there should at the very least, be a midwife present.

I won't pretend I know whether a hospital birth, or an at home birth are safer statistically, because I don't know. However, irregardless of which is safer, I believe she should have some concern for what her website may put into women's minds. The fact is, something could go very very wrong in a home birth, even if you do everything right. She's a perfect example of that.

I want, and I think the people who visit her website deserve to hear from her.

A nice visit.

My mom came to visit today. She only lives about two hours away, yet I rarely get to see her. The last time I saw her was back in October, and although I talk to her everyday, it just isn't the same.

I won't lie, it made my day. It's nice to have a visitor every once in a while, and mine are few and far between.

Totally Random

Sometimes I have totally random thoughts. And I want to start documenting them in some way shape or form.

today's random thought: Do you ever wonder if utility bills would be lower if we had white shingles?

Not cool Octo-Mom, not cool.

Get the scoop.

So, the Oct0-Mom is looking into a reality show.
First of all, let me say, I don't think quite as negatively about this woman as most people do. I think she was out of her mind to even attempt one more baby after already having six, but there's nothing we can do to change that.
I also understand her looking into WIC to help with the cost of formula. She wouldn't have to worry about how to cover the cost of formula for 8 kids if she hadn't had them in the first place, but again, what's done is done.
None of these things are my issue with her. My issue, is the reality show. She needs money, yeah, I understand. But she's putting her children in the lime light enough already, a reality show will only make it that much worse.
Her parents are also looking for a way to make money off of these kids.
How do you think the kids are going to feel about this fifteen years from now, when they look back and realize they were used for profit, by both their mother, and their grandparents?
There are already 14 kids without a father, with a crazy mother who complains about the scrutiny she gets from the media, yet keeps throwing herself and her kids right in front of the cameras.
I feel for these kids. Deeply. In the long run, they're going to be the ones that will feel the consequences of their mother's selfishness.
♥Amanda

Hey Spring, I think we're on our way.

Here in Missouri, I think we've been waiting very patiently for Mr. Spring to finally make his presence known. We've had the rain, and a few thunderstorms here and there. But this cold weather.....when will it ever leave? I love the rain, as long as I don't have to take the kids out in it. But even then, that's what umbrella's are for, right? However, it's slightly ridiculous to have to put the kids in two or three layers of clothing, to go outside in the middle of Spring!

Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a bit.....but it is cold. Too cold for my liking. Not only that, but I'm afraid when the warmth finally does arrive permanently, we'll have some nasty tornado weather. And lets just say, like any sane person, I'm not too fond of those tornadoes.

Oh but my allergies are sure telling me "Shut up, can't you feel it? Spring is here..."
Uh, yeah, I feel the tingling in my nose and throat, and the 2 day long congestion any time I walk through the Lawn and Garden section of Walmart! Oh yeah, you better believe I feel it.

♥Amanda

Observe and Report.

I think if I see one more advertisement of "Observe and Report" online, I'm going to lose my mind. Don't get me wrong...
I ♥ Seth Rogan.
Some of my favorite movies are starring him. However, I fail to see the difference between this movie and "Paul Blart, Mall Cop".....forgive me if that isn't the right title, but the movie looks stupid.
If they didn't want us to wonder why they're so similar...they should've made the previews make them seem like different movies. To me, the only difference seems to be the actors.