And I updated my links to reflect all the blogs that I'm following and then this morning realized that am missing more than a few. Apparently I have to organize things better since blogger won't let me put loads and loads of links in one category. Sorry to all you guys that are off my roll right now. I will update it later today/tomorrow.

I have to come out and say it. I can't hide it any longer and besides, Katie's been wanting to laugh and point fingers at me.

My mother is an addict. Not illegal drugs, mind you. She's addicted to prescription pills. It's disgusting, really. Her nightstand is full of Tylenol PM, Excedrin, Nyquil, Fioricet, and a whole host of other stuff that I can't pronounce much less spell. She excuses herself saying that she suffers from migraines to take her medicine, but it's not true. There's nothing mores icky nasty than having your mother call you and try to talk to you all highey. You can't understand a word she says. Thankfully, I don't live anywhere near her so I don't have to put up with it. But my brothers are still living at home, the youngest one being like 8 or so. And they have to live with it. I wish that I could bring them to live with me to save them from their living conditions but I can't afford to have them with me, and we don't have a very large house that we can put up three kids (two of them teens) in it.

Reading Katie's post today, I realized that someone has seen my blog in Orlando. and someone else saw my blog from Thonotosassa. Now, I know Katie has no idea of where these towns are, but they are a hop, skip, and a jump from me. The internet is getting closer to me. Pretty soon, real life people that see me everyday are going to know about me. They will read my posts and I will have to poke my eyes out with a spork! The pain! The humanity! Not that I'm opposed to people reading me, is just that I'm afraid that they will force me to either password protect the site, or to pull it completely.

In other words, how the heck does Katie get more views than I do? It's just not fair! I'm so much more likeable and beautiful and nice and pretty and! I! Like! Monkeys! How do you top that? Not fair, I think. Not fair at all.

A couple of years ago, The Hubby and me went to a conference in Orlando and we stayed at this beautiful vacation home. It was the stuff dreams are made of, lots of room and beautiful furniture. The Hubby and I inquired at the rental office how much it would cost to buy one of those houses (there was a sign). They gave us a bit of a run around and we ended up having to find the information ourselves off the net. This is where this Property Investments company comes in. They do all the guesswork for you so that you won’t feel alone. You see, there are several prices in a home. You could have a price for a preconstruction house of $100K. That same house would cost $130K half way through construction and a cool $150K once it’s finished. The trick is getting the house before they build it so that you can have all that nice, shweet equity built in the house without doing too much on your part.


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Updated to add more words!

I noticed that I haven't updated ya'll on The Kid, so here it goes.
He's 18 months old and gets into everything. He won't even let me poop in peace. YOU try to do number 2 while bouncing a child in your lap and singing elmo songs! Let's see how you like it! But other than that, he's right on schedule with stuff, I guess. Here are the words that come out of his mouth lately:
abuela (grandma), mama, papa, ka (short for snack. It's pronounced like a loud karate scream, kaaaaaaa!), leche (milk), jugo (juice),wassup (hilarious to hear him say it because he will whisper it and stick his tongue out),que? (what), The Kid (well, actually his name), cow, moo, quack, duck, hielo (ice, he pronounces it yellow), red, blue, car, one, two, whee!,

pretty (pronounced peee-teee. He directs this at the mirror right after he's freshly cleaned and dressed. He likes to see himself peetee), isa, dimar, nati, asa (names of family friends), loco, pata (leg, also means gay in some spanish areas), pie, eye, ear, nooo!, look at that! (except he pronounces it, ahkala!), bye, allo' (pronounced very british), wow, what, and he does say other things that we've yet to decipher. Now I have to go eat, am starving, like marvin.

** He also says Dios (God. He pronounces it like Homer's D'oh!), Haleluyah (aaahuuuya!), and Amen (fine, he actually says aw man! But I'm telling people that he's saying Amen like a good little boy, heheh)**

Okay, so I had this job where I monitored court proceedings. It was actually fun, me being the nosy nelly that I am and all. And since most of everything I saw and heard is public record I can talk about it. Except the other stuff, the juicy things. Those I can't really talk about (although they never told me not to, I just figure that since the transcripts are not available to the public, that I can't talk about it). Of course, that only means Katie's curiosity has been sparked.
FYI when you first go to court to get a restraining order, you initially get a 30 day emergency one. You have to show up in court to get it to be made permanent (usually 12 months). If during the time that either the temporary or permanent restraining orders are in effect the other person breaks contact (even by calling the other person), they can go to jail from anywhere between 1-12 months depending on severity of offense. But first they have to go in front of the Judge and explain why they broke the restraining order.

Anyways, we had this case in domestic violence court (that's where all the injunctions or restraining orders are done). This woman was at a family BBQ. There were only 2 rack of ribs for everyone there to share. There were about 17 people at the BBQ. The woman in question took 1/2 a rack for herself, another woman didn't think it was right. A fight ensued, they ended up putting restraining orders against each other.

This other woman, she got a restraining order against her ex husband and it was made permanent. She later called the police and said that the ex came and beat her up. She was in pretty bad shape. Bruises, torn clothing, pulled hair, furniture all over the place, broken things, you name it. It looked like the guy did a pretty good job of getting the woman. The judge issued a Warrant for the guy's arrest and then when their court date came up, all poop hit the fan. The guy had been saying from the beginning that the woman was lying (don't all wife beaters say that?) but he could never prove it. This time he told the judge that he had solid proof that he did not do anything to the woman. The judge, curiously asked what kind of proof. I mean, this couple had been in front of him several times already and all. The guy said, and this is where it gets good. He said, I was picked up for drunk driving about 2 hours before the incident. I was sitting in jail when I supposedly beat her up. The woman, could not come up with an answer to that and it was determined by the judge that the woman beat herself up just to get back at the guy. Talk about bad blood huh? I don't remember exactly what the judge did, I know that he terminated the injunction against the man but made one against the woman. He also either jailed or fined the woman for lying to the court. The judge liked to retell this story to all the couples that came in front of him to show the spiteful mean spirited women that they could not lie because they would be found out. Katie, what do you think?