<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435</id><updated>2012-01-18T13:09:29.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-2006563573935343268</id><published>2007-09-01T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:23:14.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a bum!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWItRBU0I/AAAAAAAAACc/7AFzcsO-uw4/s1600-h/HPIM3706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWItRBU0I/AAAAAAAAACc/7AFzcsO-uw4/s200/HPIM3706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105135991446917954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and for that there is no excuse.  too lazy i guess and nobody reads this thing, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; come to realize, "who cares, it's for me to look back at and see what i was doing or thinking about on that certain day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;francisco&lt;/span&gt; with the girls to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kristina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;contes&lt;/span&gt; at  &lt;a href="http://www.youngplaymemories.com/Home.html"&gt;young play memories&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt; of this year.  we were so bummed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kristina&lt;/span&gt; could not make it, but we managed to have a fun-filled weekend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fran&lt;/span&gt; as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;monterrey&lt;/span&gt; bay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;napa&lt;/span&gt;, and driving down the coast.  all girls weekend without any men, booze, laughs, and no sleep.  the best trip i have ever taken in my life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random pics&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWJNRBU1I/AAAAAAAAACk/fbW58ewBkcY/s1600-h/HPIM3783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWJNRBU1I/AAAAAAAAACk/fbW58ewBkcY/s200/HPIM3783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105136000036852562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boozing it up in napa valley at our first stop, jessup cellars.  it was 11:30 in the morning and i was already buzzed out of my mind.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWJdRBU2I/AAAAAAAAACs/uv0XQ_lAL64/s1600-h/HPIM3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWJdRBU2I/AAAAAAAAACs/uv0XQ_lAL64/s200/HPIM3844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105136004331819874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last winery stop.  look at us, we're all crossed eyed and happy.  that's the way life should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWJ9RBU3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/J0OT18U_z08/s1600-h/HPIM3912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWJ9RBU3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/J0OT18U_z08/s200/HPIM3912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105136012921754482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWKtRBU4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/D1ydoa-HHAY/s1600-h/HPIM3850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWKtRBU4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/D1ydoa-HHAY/s200/HPIM3850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105136025806656386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTIdRBUvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nv6of00p8cU/s1600-h/HPIM3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTIdRBUvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nv6of00p8cU/s200/HPIM3634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105132688617067250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTI9RBUwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6RuKYdLrYzY/s1600-h/HPIM3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTI9RBUwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6RuKYdLrYzY/s200/HPIM3651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105132697207001858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTJNRBUxI/AAAAAAAAACE/5LO2u4ZrXo0/s1600-h/HPIM3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTJNRBUxI/AAAAAAAAACE/5LO2u4ZrXo0/s200/HPIM3686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105132701501969170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of course i had to write on the sand and put my ugly feet in this picture, but i think it came out cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first pic entering san fran, i thought it was the golden gate and it's actually the bay bridge.  this pic makes me laugh because you can see how excited i was to see a bridge.  talk about a small town girl, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trolley cars were a freaky experience.  and the full house house, had to check this place out.  i grew up watching that show and sometimes late at night i find myself watching it.  shhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTJdRBUyI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rbnNDggE_0/s1600-h/HPIM3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTJdRBUyI/AAAAAAAAACM/0rbnNDggE_0/s200/HPIM3711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105132705796936482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course felicia and i had to take a picture at young play memories where we would have sat at kristina contes class.  i was bummed out the whole weekend about the cancellation but kristina made it up to us.  she's a rockstar!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally girhadelli square where we had kara's cupcakes!!!  those by far are the best cupcakes i have ever tasted.  check them out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTJtRBUzI/AAAAAAAAACU/BtIXS9ezCdY/s1600-h/HPIM3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkTJtRBUzI/AAAAAAAAACU/BtIXS9ezCdY/s200/HPIM3727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105132710091903794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-2006563573935343268?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2006563573935343268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=2006563573935343268&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/2006563573935343268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/2006563573935343268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-bum.html' title='i&apos;m a bum!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RtkWItRBU0I/AAAAAAAAACc/7AFzcsO-uw4/s72-c/HPIM3706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-380118994084459087</id><published>2007-07-21T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T05:43:06.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deadbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah, i know i suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is kinda in the way of allowing me to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fiddle fart&lt;/span&gt; on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i suck&lt;/span&gt; at reading blogs and blogging myself and especially checking out 2 peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;been in a rut&lt;/span&gt; for a very looooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to post pictures and bs about all the odd things in life, but i'm just too afraid that i'll bore you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had some &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;good and bad&lt;/span&gt; things happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. went to san franciso, didn't get to see kristina contes. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; bummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. passed all my nursing tests, but i still have like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;forever and a day&lt;/span&gt; to finish my bsn.&lt;br /&gt;3. soaked up the cool air in cali last week only to come home to an &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ac not working&lt;/span&gt;, arizona heat is a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;4. my brother-in-law bought a house, moving out in september, now i can finally run around in the house without a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bra&lt;/span&gt; if i want.  yipeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;5. got some info on laser treatment so i can &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;quit smoking&lt;/span&gt;, but the anxiety of it not working has increased my smoking to one pack per day now, grossssssss&lt;br /&gt;6. i've &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;scrapped&lt;/span&gt; a lot the last few months, but still have not managed to display my work.  what's the point, it sucks anyways.  hehehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;7. finished up with all my dental work, i had &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;eleven cavaties&lt;/span&gt;, yes eleven.  i swear i brush and floss.&lt;br /&gt;8. still not knocked up, i'm trying to get pregnant, shhhh, hubbie doesn't know, hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;9. didn't get a raise at work, i'm the only nurse that did not get a raise. wtf??????  i'm also the only nurse that did not get a gift for nurses week as well,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wtf?????&lt;/span&gt;  i'm supposed to get my raise in august, whatever, i suck i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. and the highlight of the last few months is my recent trip to the salon where i always get my face waxed (i'm a hairy mexican).  well......they burned me!!!!!!!!  yup, i have some nasty scars on the sides of my eyes and cheeks.  it looks like i got my&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; ass kicked&lt;/span&gt;.   hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definately have to share some of those pics, you'll get a good laugh out of it, edwin sure did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-380118994084459087?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/380118994084459087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=380118994084459087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/380118994084459087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/380118994084459087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2007/07/deadbeat.html' title='deadbeat'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-3392976018992342963</id><published>2007-05-17T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:23:17.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dora the explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyfnDX-YFI/AAAAAAAAABU/ucGR5MpIzzE/s1600-h/HPIM3413_1_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyfnDX-YFI/AAAAAAAAABU/ucGR5MpIzzE/s320/HPIM3413_1_0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065599174154543186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had a lot going on for the last several months.  Been to lazy to document all my journeys and whereabouts, check out 2peas or keep up with anyone's blog.  I'm such a shitty person, sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in March, Felicia, Cecilia, and I decided to go visit our dear friend Stephanie in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;New Mexico&lt;/span&gt;.  Good times I must say, an all girl weekend without any men and reminiscing about the good 'ol days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to &lt;a href="http://http//www.sandiapeak.com/"&gt;Sandia Peak ski resort&lt;/a&gt;, didn't bother to think that there was still snow up there and the only shoes I had were my favorite chanclas so I had to walk in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; like this.  What a dumb ass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyfnzX-YGI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZLEc-80vEdQ/s1600-h/HPIM3353_1_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyfnzX-YGI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZLEc-80vEdQ/s320/HPIM3353_1_0347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065599187039445090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;converted to a Catholic&lt;/span&gt; or something because on our trip we visited more churches than bars.  This is &lt;a href="http://http//www.archdiocesesantafe.org/AboutASF/Chimayo.html"&gt;Chimayo&lt;/a&gt; located north of Sante Fe.  Beautiful rock formations even though I don't dig the whole cross thing.  I'm not the devil, I swear!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyfojX-YHI/AAAAAAAAABk/eggW0wC4i_Y/s1600-h/HPIM3403_1_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyfojX-YHI/AAAAAAAAABk/eggW0wC4i_Y/s320/HPIM3403_1_0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065599199924346994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd0DX-YAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uFJjYztM21s/s1600-h/HPIM3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd0DX-YAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uFJjYztM21s/s320/HPIM3312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065597198469586946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of Stephanie and I showing off our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;chanclas&lt;/span&gt; in the snow, we're geeks!!!!  but that's why we get along so well. We've been friends since we were 4 years old.  26 years of friendship, long ass time!!!!  She still makes me laugh so hard I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd0zX-YBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vYGEluZqXBk/s1600-h/HPIM3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd0zX-YBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vYGEluZqXBk/s320/HPIM3315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065597211354488850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Las Vegas during the craziest time of the year.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ALL STAR NBA JAM SESSION! &lt;/span&gt; Holy shit, I've never seen so many crazy freaks in my life, especially in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;-stayed at the MGM grand&lt;br /&gt;-got majorly drunk on Patron&lt;br /&gt;-did not sleep for 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;-gambled for 10 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;-another girl trip without any men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd1TX-YCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fT_vjkf5Q-k/s1600-h/HPIM3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd1TX-YCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fT_vjkf5Q-k/s320/HPIM3276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065597219944423458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Brenda, and Breanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd1zX-YDI/AAAAAAAAABE/QVZIJfgR5hU/s1600-h/HPIM3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd1zX-YDI/AAAAAAAAABE/QVZIJfgR5hU/s320/HPIM3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065597228534358066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MGM and the strip at 5:00 a.m.  Honestly, one of the scariest times for me in las vegas.  Some guys got shot outside of a club at Cesar's Palace, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hookers&lt;/span&gt; EVERYWHERE!!!!, and a lot of angry women talking alot of shit to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times though, we were only there for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd2jX-YEI/AAAAAAAAABM/sFsQpsfmX4s/s1600-h/HPIM3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/Rkyd2jX-YEI/AAAAAAAAABM/sFsQpsfmX4s/s320/HPIM3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065597241419259970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the downfalls in the last several months is that one of my friends (Christina) from work was diagnosed with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;thymoma&lt;/span&gt; (cancer of the thymus gland).  This picture was taking a few days before she started chemo.  We had a huge potluck for her at work and raised over &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;$1,000&lt;/span&gt; for her and her family to help with expenses.  Christina is the one in the gray tank top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyZ_DX-X8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Geobpkaa1rY/s1600-h/thirty+flirty+and+fab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyZ_DX-X8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Geobpkaa1rY/s320/thirty+flirty+and+fab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065592989401636802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been scrapping almost every day!!!!!!  I did this page a month ago, had to document how I feel about being an &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;old hag&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyaAzX-X9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/4afYB0MOL5Y/s1600-h/HPIM3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyaAzX-X9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/4afYB0MOL5Y/s320/HPIM3485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065593019466407890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyaBTX-X-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2fJ4x4-w1to/s1600-h/HPIM3486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyaBTX-X-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/2fJ4x4-w1to/s320/HPIM3486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065593028056342498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Vaughn&lt;/span&gt; more and more everyday!!!  He came to visit me and we had a blast playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyaCzX-X_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8jULgUkoqkg/s1600-h/HPIM3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyaCzX-X_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8jULgUkoqkg/s320/HPIM3575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065593053826146290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the end of this long ass post, the delightful and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;laziest dog&lt;/span&gt; in the world, Goofy!!!!  We've been dog sitting this pup for quite some time and definitely not getting tired of it.  He sleeps all day long and gets feisty at night, we have a lot in common.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-3392976018992342963?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3392976018992342963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=3392976018992342963&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/3392976018992342963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/3392976018992342963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2007/05/dora-explorer.html' title='dora the explorer'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUJM57yQH3M/RkyfnDX-YFI/AAAAAAAAABU/ucGR5MpIzzE/s72-c/HPIM3413_1_0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-7051046719433480916</id><published>2007-05-02T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:05:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>Finally I've changed my template header, thank god for Lindsay Teague!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-7051046719433480916?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7051046719433480916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=7051046719433480916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/7051046719433480916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/7051046719433480916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-7523852042073071623</id><published>2007-02-25T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:18:49.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I stole this survey from Felicia so I thought I'd give it a try and share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 FAVORITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: lately burgundy and deep green&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: GREEN CORN TAMALES (cellulite demon)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Month: march&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song: freebird&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: this is a tuff one ummm....don't know&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: basketball&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season: spring&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day of the week: saturday&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: cookies and cream&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Time of Day: the crack ass of dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9 CURRENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood:bored as hell&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: tart????&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: scrubs&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: pic of edder and i&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Color: burgundy&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 3:04 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: co-workers&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: "I can't wait to get out of this joint"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8 FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: stephanie, i think???? have no idea actually&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: josh-freshman year and i accidentally bit his tongue. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;First Screen Name: msharpe&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: ducks- and i forgot their names, i had 6 i think&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: my ears and when i got older 6 more&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: ralph macchio from karate kid. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;First CD: karate kid soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 LASTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: 2 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: of liquor, in vegas last weekend&lt;br /&gt;Last Kiss: saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Seen: saw 3&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: my mom&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: justin timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6 HAVE YOU EVERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends: no&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested: no&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: i think so?????&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV: no&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: yeah, that was waaaaaay back in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing You're Wearing: a watch/namebadge&lt;br /&gt;Thing You've Done Today: slept and ate. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Thing You Can Hear Right Now: music&lt;br /&gt;Thing You Can't Live Without: computer&lt;br /&gt;Thing You Do When You're Bored: clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;my bed&lt;br /&gt;my backyard&lt;br /&gt;and now at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mom/dad&lt;br /&gt;edwin&lt;br /&gt;felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Black or White: white&lt;br /&gt;2. Hot or Cold: hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;visit every state in the u.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-7523852042073071623?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7523852042073071623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=7523852042073071623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/7523852042073071623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/7523852042073071623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-stole-this-survey-from-felicia-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-1515443678309763423</id><published>2007-01-31T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T05:17:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freakin fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freakin fabulous eh!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at work and my co-worker and i always say that when something bad happens.  (inside joke) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night is going okay, working extra shifts to pay off my &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;new desk&lt;/span&gt; for my office that i received last week.  (i'll show pics after the desk is set up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays came and left, they sucked because I had to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; all the "days" of christmas and new year's.  didn't get jack for the holidays, and i mean i didn't get anything.  shitty, huh!!!  i was suppose to get a puppy from edder but still no puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a funeral to go to before christmas, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;edder's&lt;/span&gt; grandpa past away.  the family is okay now, it was not expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; is getting worse with her condition but our spirits are high.  dad had foot surgery and so i had both parents limping and crippled to take care of for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;scrapbooked&lt;/span&gt; for awhile since my crap is ALL OVER THE PLACE.  i have 7 pages that i've completed but haven't posted since they're not any good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;school sucks&lt;/span&gt; a big one, 2 more years to go for my BSN.  the damn school just added 6 more courses for my degree.  how cruddy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new bedroom furniture and some changes made to &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;my house&lt;/span&gt; that i'm proud of.  i did everything all myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still living &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;three's company&lt;/span&gt;.  keener still living with us for free, payback for giving us our honeymoon.  he's very helpful around the house and has edder into working out and eating healthy.  as for me, i'm still a fat ass and eating cruddy since i've been too busy to pay any attention to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning a trip to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;maui&lt;/span&gt; in june with my co-worker.  she gets a condo to stay in by the beach for free!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what else has gone on in the past two months, maybe i'm having &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brain farts&lt;/span&gt; at this time of the night.  (5:12 a.m.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go, i'm working as a tech tonight and i have lots of crap to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta. peace. laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-1515443678309763423?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1515443678309763423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=1515443678309763423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/1515443678309763423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/1515443678309763423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2007/01/freakin-fabulous.html' title='freakin fabulous'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-116467994555739524</id><published>2006-11-27T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:23:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one week ago today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3114.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3114.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been lazy lately especially when it comes to blogging.  I took some really cute pics of my nephew, AGAIN on Thanksgiving and wanted to share them with you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a family picture this year with the folks so I had to beg my mom for about an hour to take this picture.  You can see that she does not look very well, bad color and looks very tired.  A long story that I might share with you guys sometime.    I love my familia!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Vaughn-ster!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  I love my  little goober.  He said TIA  again and said it clearly this time, did not say my name since it sounds like he's saying caca!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3123.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3123.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these gorgeous highlights, mine I'm talking about.  Homegirl, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;GO GET YOUR HAIR DONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3070.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3070.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Edwin's birthday 2 weeks ago, I bought him some threads since he's not the shopper and his brother bought him the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gears of War for the 360&lt;/span&gt;, doesn't he look so happy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3099.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3099.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-116467994555739524?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116467994555739524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=116467994555739524&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/116467994555739524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/116467994555739524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-week-ago-today.html' title='one week ago today'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-116277512641693053</id><published>2006-11-05T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T03:25:46.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy face, 86, and the fray</title><content type='html'>Finally some freaking pictures man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La familia had a party this weekend honoring my grandfather's 86th birthday&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My cousin and I planned the shing ding because my &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;grandpa&lt;/span&gt; has been feeling quite lonely since the holidays are coming up and especially because my grandmother's birthday is around the corner. So we gathered all the family (sad thing is we haven't ALL been together since the funeral) up and had a pot luck. Some damn good food I must say, the only pot luck foods I knew how to make were already taken so I took over an old-fashioned pie from the local grocery. How sweet I am. HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Check out the cake&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin dropped it right after he bought it. It was flattened and top layer broke away from the bottom one so it was completely hammered. Freaking hilarious. It still tasted good....carrot cake. mmmmmmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my beautiful, adorable, spoiled little nephew was able to attend the gathering and I had so much fun with him. He just grabbed my hand all day and walked around with me and actually said &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY NAME FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt; He pronounces the "ka"in my name very well, it's a good thing he doesn't say it twice though. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is his new thing....the happy face!!!!! He squints up his face so much it looks like it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever showed you guys a pic of my brother. Uh, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we don't look anything alike&lt;/span&gt;, huh???? I think the only thing we have the same is our last name and that's about it. He looks mainly like my mom and acts just like her but he has my dad's eyes and eyelashes but acts nothing like him. Then I come into play, don't look a bit like my parents but I definately have my dad's personality. For the longest time I thought I was adopted but I was the only baby born in the hospital that day so I guess I'm from them. HA!!!! I was born in the smallest hospital ever, I think there was like 10 beds total. How messed up!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you're looking at my favorite 2nd cousin Roberto or "Berto" (my cousin's son) I was his babysitter back in the day, he's 17 now. My cute little &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NICU baby&lt;/span&gt;, he was born 3 months early and you would never be able to tell, he is so cut it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM3056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM3056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random pic I took of my brother, Berto's mom and dad. The guy on the right is my cousin Vince (the one who dropped the cake) one &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;funny SOB&lt;/span&gt;. Everything out of his mouth is a bad word and some sarcastic remark about being a dump truck driver. Long story. At first I thought Vince was a little too much for Edder since he's pretty vulgar but Edder totally loves him. We stayed at my grandpa's house till 11 that night shooting the $hit with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the pic I promised of Vaughn, his halloween costume was too cute. He was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T-Rex&lt;/span&gt; and the funniest part of that costume was the head, the teeth of the costume kept covering his face so he would walk around with his head tilted back so he could see. I love my baby!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally changed my song, check it out.  I LOVE Grey's Anatomy and The Fray so I had to put the two together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lator Gators!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-116277512641693053?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116277512641693053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=116277512641693053&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/116277512641693053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/116277512641693053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-face-86-and-fray.html' title='happy face, 86, and the fray'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-116238289784990043</id><published>2006-11-01T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T05:08:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still leeking!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much crap, so little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;extra shifts&lt;/span&gt; at work....still.  When you get offered double time it's too dang hard to resist.  I used to always say no to extra shifts but when I saw my first paycheck with my double time pay, I flipped out and said to myself....um, yeah, I'll keep doing this so I can pay for my new &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;scrap/computer desk&lt;/span&gt;.  YEE-HAW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is actually doing a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tad bit bitter&lt;/span&gt; with her physical therapy, she's using a cane now and she finally decided to use those scooters at the stores and likes to haul ass in them.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law will be &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;moving in&lt;/span&gt; shortly....great.....two Sharpe boys to clean after and that also means my in-laws will be over more than their usual 3-4 times a week.  Don't get me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out today that I have to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;work every stinkin holiday this year,&lt;/span&gt; Thanksgiving, Christmas Day, and New Year's Day.  WTF!!!!!  The only one I'm pissed about is New Year's Day because that's the only holiday when I  REALLY drink and now I can't drink too much because I don't want a hangover at work, did it before and it was killer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with my nephew &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Vaughn &lt;/span&gt;today, he had a little party at his house for Halloween and he was dressed  up as T-Rex, so freaking cute.  I'll post pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have reached &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my age,&lt;/span&gt; my physical being that is.  Since I turned 30 I am constantly tired and have no energy for anything, not even scrapbooking.  Edder says it's because I have too much time on my hands, I say it's because I'm working extra shifts every week and that all my days on and off are screwed up.  Whatever Edwin!!!!  It's a  lot of work just to take care of your silly ass.  HA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVING LOVING my  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; (tivo).  My ass just spread 10 inches more since I got the thing.  Screw you whoever created this damn thing, I never want to leave the couch.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my friends, my blogger buds, and just my part-time work life but I'm just grateful that I have a job and that I have the oppurtunity in life to help others when needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-116238289784990043?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116238289784990043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=116238289784990043&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/116238289784990043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/116238289784990043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-still-leeking.html' title='I&apos;m still leeking!!!!!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-116042227895461260</id><published>2006-10-09T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:39:26.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEEKS</title><content type='html'>I haven't been a good blogger lately, nor have I been checking on any blogs lately.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SORRY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has been pissing me off for the last 6 months since I still can't put up any pics and that's what I love to do, so I'll give you the 411 on what's been going on with me for the last 6 weeks.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(like anyone cares)  HA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CK convention in mid September.  Bazzil warehouse sale- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;over $100 spent!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;itunes, itunes, itunes!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Downloading music to my new ipod almost everyday!!!  (I gotta show you guys what I was listening to before I got my ipod---80's flashback!!  HA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-co-worker's wedding and went &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;, long story and not a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-working &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;extra shifts&lt;/span&gt; to pay for my new scrapbook desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my mom not getting any better, she can hardly walk now.  Another &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my grandpa seriously &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt; and lonely since my grandma died-horrible and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-finally visited my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;grandma's&lt;/span&gt; grave after 6 months- very hard for me but I finally did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hating work, too much b.s. and still looking for a new job.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will anyone hire me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yard work, house work, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;wifely&lt;/span&gt; duties, spending my hubbies money, you know the basics.  HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-got acrylic nails and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can't type for crap&lt;/span&gt;, but I love them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt;-short and really curly now, I look like a kid but that's the point when you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-been trying to scrapbook and getting interrupted constantly--&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CRUD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yoga, pilates, and early morning walks.  Trying to slim down my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; mexican ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dredding &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, start back up in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-missing my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt; but I never can get a hold of my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-partying with my cousins in the valley and acting like youngins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-trying to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;fix up my house&lt;/span&gt; so I can invite friends and family over-too embarrassed about how it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-getting a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; (tivo) this week.  Hell Ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a recap of my boring life.  Not so 30, flirty, and fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-116042227895461260?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116042227895461260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=116042227895461260&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/116042227895461260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/116042227895461260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/leeks.html' title='LEEKS'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-115821647542502805</id><published>2006-09-13T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:57:13.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beaner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2779.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2856.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;From one beaner to another beaner that's what she said.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://feliza22.blogspot.com"&gt;Felicia&lt;/a&gt;, the bestest friend a girl could have gave me this beautiful bean necklace for my 30th birthday.  There's a funny story to this that Felicia and I both will laugh about forever, let me begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks before my birthday Felicia told me I'd be getting something in the mail so I needed to be on the lookout for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;package&lt;/span&gt; at my doorstep.  Well I was working a crazy schedule at that time, one on and one off like I always do and when I woke up for work one day I went into the kitchen to get some water and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Edwin walks in with a big package.&lt;/span&gt;  "Hey you got a package in the mail, it was in front of the door, here".  So he hands it to me and at first I thought it was a CJ then I remembered I already had a CJ, then I went on to think it was my birthday gift from him so I acted all cool like if I wasn't expecting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, one night I was doing the bills online and I saw a big purchase through Amazon so I new he bought me something, I just didn't know what it was.  So anyways I opened the package and there it was, one of the presents I had on my list that I wanted for my birthday, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tiffany necklace&lt;/span&gt;. (yes I had a list, it's a big deal for me, I'm weird like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;big smile&lt;/span&gt; on my face and I started yelling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh Edwin, I love you, thank you so much, how did you know"?!&lt;/span&gt;  he comes out of the bathroom and says "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Damn, you got a Tiffany necklace, someone must really like you."&lt;/span&gt;  I said "Shut-up, I know you bought this for me, don't act all bad ass"!  He said "Uh, I didn't get that for you, who did"?  I looked inside the package, tore everything apart and there was nothing stating who the present was from.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I started to panic&lt;/span&gt; because I thought it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;some joke&lt;/span&gt; or something until I remembered back to telling Felicia all the presents I wanted Edwin to buy for me and this necklace was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See last year me, Felicia, and Edwin all went up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; for my 29th birthday and Felicia bought herself the exact necklace in gold and I begged Edwin to buy me one in silver and of course he said no since we were spending a lot of money in Vegas.  WTF?????  How can a husband say no to his wife, well this dude has no problem with that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HA! HA!&lt;/span&gt;  So after about 15 minutes of wondering who in the world would get me such an awesome present I yelled &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Edwin,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I know who got this for me, it was Felicia"!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  So Edwin goes on to say "Holy shit, she got you that, she must really think you're a good friend or something, WOW!, you better get her something nice for her birthday".  "Um hello Edwin, her birthday was 3 months ago, remember we were in Vegas for it"!!!!!!  "Oh yeah, did we get her anything for it"?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Um, yeah, where were you"????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Then we went on to talk smack to one another like we always do, we're weird like that.  So I called Felicia while I was driving to work and told her the whole story and she just laughed not really so much about the story but about the fact that Edwin had to live up to the present she got me.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HA HA Edwin!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  hehehehehe!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was one of my fabulous presents for my big 3-0.  I can't thank Felicia enough for making me feel special.    I'll never forget this birthday, you're the best!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-115821647542502805?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/115821647542502805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=115821647542502805&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115821647542502805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115821647542502805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/09/beaner.html' title='beaner'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-115704435900069963</id><published>2006-08-31T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:12:39.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging babes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2694.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2694.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been missing in action for the last month, so much has happened that I'll have to do several posts since blogger won't let me add anymore pictures and details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th I went down to San Diego with Edder and my mother-in-law to help my brother-in-law move out of his place.  On the 26th I decided to travel up to San Marcos and meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Muriel&lt;/span&gt; for the first time.  We all met up at Kat's favorite scrapbook store (Ever After, kick ass store if I might add) and shopped.  After that we all went over to Kat's and scrapped it up, well they did I was the sorry ass that left all my supplies at home since I flew and didn't have enough room in my suitcases.  I didn't get home until 10:00 that night, I think I left Kat's house around 8:00 but got lost twice on the way home.    So much for me going on the Amazing Race!!!! Ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times with these girls, they're so down to earth, friendly, and so much fun to be around, I think I might have to make a road trip this fall to hang out with them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-115704435900069963?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/115704435900069963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=115704435900069963&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115704435900069963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115704435900069963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogging-babes.html' title='blogging babes'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-115417435054358362</id><published>2006-07-29T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T04:59:10.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:40 a.m.</title><content type='html'>Yea, it's 4:40 a.m. and I actually have some time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work and anxiously awaiting to get out, only 3 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really beginning to dislike night shift, I just haven't been feeling like a real human in the last month or two.  I sleep in late on my days off, I'm always sleepy, I fall asleep at the weirdest places (narcoleptic, I think...hehehe) and I tend to never feel well rested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating once again if I should find a new job, but I really don't want to leave my co-workers, they've been like family for 5 years.  I also love working nights, and no it's not easier or quiter at night it's the time when all hell breaks loose if you know what I mean.  You gotta be on your toes, need all your senses on high alert, and you don't have many resources at night so you need to be everything in one.  It's hell, it's hard, it's stressful but it's worth it in the end when you know that you've helped somebody recover, feel better, or feel treated well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of that crap.  I needed to get somethings off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody has a good weekend!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-115417435054358362?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/115417435054358362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=115417435054358362&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115417435054358362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115417435054358362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/07/440-am.html' title='4:40 a.m.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-115252143406054230</id><published>2006-07-10T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:15:43.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sandy beaches, ye old plank, and 6 hour drive: Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Since blogger is a pain in the butt, I never really got to finish my story of my San Diego vacation.  Here is part deux of this fun and wild vacation where I ended up sick off my ass for DAYS, embarrassed, and wanting more in the end sadly to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday night &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keener&lt;/span&gt; (my BIL) decided to take us out and show us a good time at Ye Old Plank, an old Navy/dive bar down the street from his place.  At first I was a little nervous about going to a Navy/DIVE bar but then I thought "I'm with two guys, they won't let anything bad happen to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, yea.  I ended up getting into an arguement with some chick that happens to like Keener.  There was only one toliet for the girls so you had to stand outside to wait your turn.  This girl kept pounding on the door and yelling, I came out and said I'm sorry, I really tried to hurry up and then this bitch yelled at me telling me "hurry the f--k up bitch"  OOOOO I got pissed and told her to f--k off and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;she called me a bitch&lt;/span&gt; and then I told her F--K YOU B---H!!!!!!!! and then she went into the bathroom.  I told the boys what happened and all they could say was "calm down girl, calm down"  After awhile Keener pointed out this girl that happens to like him and bothers him quite a bit, well it was the same damn girl.  wtf????  how ironic was that.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2407.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I ended up getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a tad drunk&lt;/span&gt; that night since I was all fired up, decided to keep up with the boys when it came to another round of beers and then I really asked for it that night getting so sick to my stomach, I cringe at the thought of that night.  Read on for the rest of the details or just skip to the last paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we spent a total of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt; or something like that at this bar getting lit, watching girls come up to Keener, throwing their arms around him, telling him how cute he is and asking him for his number.  wtf????  Edwin and I were like "Damn boy, is there ever a time when you don't have a chick throw themselves at you?"  Kenner of course in his humble tone says "I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING, THEY JUST COME UP TO ME, THEY LIKE MY 'SHARPE' CHARM I GUESS"  Edwin and I were like "whatever dude" and then my smart ass husband has to go on and say "Why don't girls come up to me, I'm more nice than my brother!" Of course I'm very drunk at this time so I went on to say "For one YOU"RE MARRIED AND YOU HAVE A DAMN RING ON YOUR FINGER and for two, you're not your brother and you will never be so DEAL WITH IT!!!!"  Boy was he pissed, but if you want to piss me off especially when I'm drunk watch out, I tend to say some hurtful words if you insult me first.  I'm usually a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;happy drunk&lt;/span&gt;, I don't cry, I don't get mad, I don't start fights, I just laugh all night long.  Afer that Edwin and I were laughing, that's the kind of crap we do to each other, we just play around, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the night was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;beer after beer&lt;/span&gt;, laughing at my BIL with all the chicks throwing themselves at him, Edwin and I play fighting, and just hanging out enjoying the cool ocean breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2401.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2401.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you I'm a happy drunk.  I have this big cheesy grin on my face at all times but after awhile my eyes go inward and I look cross-eyed.  Blow up this picture and you'll know what I'm talking about.  hehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw this blurry pic in to show off Edwin's beautiful eyes.  They have a mix of green, yellow, and blue in them, the most beautiful eyes I've ever seeen in my life and what made me fall for this dude.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Crud&lt;/span&gt;. Just kidding, he's my life and that's how our relationship is, just making fun of each other, talking smack about each to each others face, and just goofing around.  When you've been with somone for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;10 years&lt;/span&gt; the lovey dovey stuff tends to die down and the real relationship the two of you have comes out.  We're best friends, we're partners, we're goofy, we're stupid, but most importantly we still love each other and know that we would never hurt each other in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of the sappy stuff, I need to get into the funny stuff.  After the bar closed, you saw me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;slam my beer down&lt;/span&gt; at last call, well after that the rest of the night was somewhat of a blur.  I called Felicia because she text messaged me, she said the only way she new it was me was from the caller id.  She couldn't understand a word I was saying, she said I put her on hold for a long time and then all of a sudden she was talking to Keener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Keener's place andI remember walking into the bathroom to change into my pj's and all of a sudden I woke up and there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;vomitt all over the floor&lt;/span&gt;, my clothes, the toliet, and my head pounding.  I immediately got off the floor (that's where I was) looked in the mirror and I had vomitt all over my mouth like that chick in that movie The Sweetest Thing with Cameron Diaz, I cleaned up the floor with toliet paper and Mr. Clean, brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.  I have to eat when I'm that drunk, it settles my tummy and I don't have as bad of a hangover the next day, this is something I learned back in the day when I was a lush.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made myself a half sandwich, layed down next to Edwin and then I began to spin so I jumped up so I could sober up when all of a sudden I had to throw up again.  Somebody was in the bathroom so I ran into the kitchen and threw up in the sink, at least where the food cruncher machine is.  HA!   I remember cleaning the damn sink too with windex or something so after that I of course was tired since I was drunk, but I was also tired from cleaning up my vomitt.  I finally layed down about 3:00 and crashed HARD!!  I woke up that morning around 9:30 to go pee, finally my mind was clear and I thought to myself "did I ever finish that sandwich I made last night" (my stomach was grumbling at this time) so while I was sitting there I thought "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh crap, I probably fell asleep on it&lt;/span&gt;" (I tend to fall asleep with food in my hand or on it, I guess you could say I have a mild case of narcolepsy or something, HA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough when I got back to my bed I saw crumbs of bread all over the sheets and floor, so then I said "Where the hell is the sandwich"  Sure enough the damn sandwich was plastered to my back with the paper napkin also &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;attached to my back&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I was laughing my ass off, peeled the sandwich off my back tempted to eat it but I threw it away and went back to sleep for a couple more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Edwin got out of the shower that morning he said he had all this crusty stuff on his arm hairs and t-shirt not knowing that I fell asleep on the sandwich, I quietly told him the story and all he could do is shake his head and tell me "you're so weird".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I felt like a champ most of that day &lt;/span&gt;until I drank water, then I was sick for 3 days not really eating or drinking anything those days since I was so sick to my belly.  All I can say is that vacation was one vacation I will never forget.  So many laughs and giggles, cool weather, staying in a place next to the beach, and vomitting my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Good times!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2341.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-115252143406054230?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/115252143406054230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=115252143406054230&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115252143406054230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115252143406054230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/07/sandy-beaches-ye-old-plank-and-6-hour.html' title='sandy beaches, ye old plank, and 6 hour drive: Part Deux'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-115148692940013074</id><published>2006-06-28T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T02:28:49.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sandy beaches, ye old plank, and a 6 hour drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday-Monday Edwin and I decided last minute to go down to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;San Diego&lt;/span&gt; to visit his brother who is stationed there in the Navy.  We've been going to San Diego to visit his brother for the last 8 years and what's so sad is this is the last time we're going and staying for free.  Crap!  His damn brother decided to get out of the Navy and move back home, with us that is.  Crud!!!  Now I'll have two 'Sharpe's" to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd share with everybody some funny pics I took throughout the trip.  Nothing but a big party San Diego was, tons &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(and I mean TONS)&lt;/span&gt; of beer, 70 degree weather, lounging on the beach, laughs and memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"The rest is still unwritten"&lt;/span&gt;  I told Felicia I felt like Lauren from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"The Hills"&lt;/span&gt; with my hair blowing in my face driving down the coast.  HA HA!!!!  I'm an idiot, I know.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2260.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept the majority of the way to San Diego since I worked the night before, so when I got home from work at 0900, I showered and we headed straight for the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in San Diego at 6 pm.  We had a few delays since we're smokers and had to stop every 100 miles for a quickie.  You know what I mean, A SmOke, not a real quickie.  Geez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed straight for the pier in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Imperial Beach&lt;/span&gt;, my bro-in-law lives across the street from it so it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to get to the ocean.  This was perfect, you could hear the waves crashing from outside his place, the temp was 71 degrees and just a short walk to the liquor store too.  hehehehe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, brotherly love!  They're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;soooo cute together&lt;/span&gt;, it's kinda sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I had to look forward to the soccer game, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mexico vs. Almania or something like that&lt;/span&gt;.   YIPEEE!!  Uh, NOT!!!  Instead of watching the game, I talked with Felicia on the phone.  We're planning a trip in August to visit Sea World, Disneyland, and possibly Kat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Kat and Muriel this weekend at Sea World.  To be honest Kat, I was drunk when I called you Friday and hung over on Saturday.  My bad.  I hope to see you guys next time I go down in August!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to recover from a hangover.  Booze it up some more and relax on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TONS of beer&lt;/span&gt;......well that's right TONS!!!!  I took this picture of myself slamming my beer down at last call.  See, I'm not much of a drinker, REALLY.  I don't drink at home, I don't go to the bars, and I don't keep any liquor in the house for me.  But when I'm vacationing or with people that booze it up quite frequently I let loose and tend to get HAMMERED.  Umm, you really don't want to know what happened to me after this, do you?????????&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what, Blogger won't let me post anymore pics so I'm signing out.  PEACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-115148692940013074?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/115148692940013074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=115148692940013074&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115148692940013074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115148692940013074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/06/sandy-beaches-ye-old-plank-and-6-hour.html' title='sandy beaches, ye old plank, and a 6 hour drive'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-115071340585316517</id><published>2006-06-19T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:38:22.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the contest begin!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to win &lt;a href="http://lindsayteague.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-115071340585316517?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/115071340585316517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=115071340585316517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115071340585316517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115071340585316517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-contest-begin.html' title='Let the contest begin!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-115061689003563966</id><published>2006-06-18T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:48:10.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you see me now?</title><content type='html'>What in the world is wrong with blogger????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we all having problems uploading pictures and viewing other blogs???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't blogger give us a break?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we get refunded somehow for all the time and effort we put into our blog and then it does show????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I shut up now?????????????  YES!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like bitching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-monica-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-115061689003563966?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/115061689003563966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=115061689003563966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115061689003563966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/115061689003563966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-you-see-me-now.html' title='Can you see me now?'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-115036037819439871</id><published>2006-06-15T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:44:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/scrapbook%20room.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/scrapbook%20room.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IT'S OFFICIAL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's only three things that I want for my house, a dog, a scrapbook room, and of course a baby. For two years I've been begging Edwin about this and he said he's not ready for a dog or a baby but he'll go for the scrapbook room idea. Dude, by the time this boy is ready for a kid my ovaries will probably be on shutdown since I'm hitting 30. HA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways I'm finally going to get the scrapbook room of my dreams!!!!!!!! I'm sure you all have seen this in the latest CK mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; and when my eyes first landed on this, my jaw dropped. "This is it Edwin, I found it, this is the room I WANT"!!!! Yelling at the top of my lungs and pushing the magazine in front of Edwin, he said "Okay, you can have it". YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for the perfect scrapbook room for the past 2 years and I really never saw anything out there I LOVED until now. Check out all the pictures of this room, it's beautiful!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creatingkeepsakes.com/mag/members/article.ihtml?index_field=1700&amp;_start_page_=1&amp;amp;issue=&amp;amp;backIssue="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Check it out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this look like something out of a Pottery Barn magazine? Wow!!!! This by far is the look I've been going for and never could find it anywhere. The creator of this room did it for less than $400!!!! This is quite a bargain when you compare it to the scrapbook desks and organizers that are sold in the stores or magazines, right?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas to help me plan my room????&lt;/span&gt; I'd love to see everbody's scrapbook space. I'm too embarrassed to show mine, all my junk is in the closet and I scrapbook on the floor since I don't have any work space big enough to scrap. So show me your space sometime and I would love to hear any suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaTa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-monica-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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now'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114969836822727386</id><published>2006-06-07T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T05:50:35.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>then and now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Ten years together and three years of marriage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The journey began in 1996 when Edwin and I met in college. We met while Edwin was registering for new student orientation and I was the loser conducting the orientation program as a favor for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share some of the funny and precious memories I hold dear in my heart. Thanks for taking a peek!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/uofp%20graduation%202003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/uofp%20graduation%202003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;- Two weeks before we got married, Edwin graduated with his M.B.A. I'm so proud of him, he was 25 at this time, worked full time, went to school full time, and put up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/walking%20away-computer%20screen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/walking%20away-computer%20screen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;June 7, 2003&lt;/span&gt;- Our first walk together as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/iguanas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/iguanas.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;- Puerto Vallarta with the Iguanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin did not want to take this picture because&lt;br /&gt;he was scared of them, check him out squeezing&lt;br /&gt;the iguana's tail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/sleeping.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/sleeping.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;- Our favorite past time-sleeping. After a hard night of drinking, you have to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;We're sleeping on his little sisters bed, it's a damn twin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/fire%20crotch.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/fire%20crotch.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996&lt;/span&gt;- Drinking it up in the desert. Bonfires, coolers full of beer, and lots of friends. This is something we still do today but only in the winter now since we're such babies to go out in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/uofa%20grad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/uofa%20grad.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;- UofA graduation. I'm so proud of Edwin, he went to work and school full time and paid his own tuition and books without any loans or help from anyone. What a guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/cac%20grad%201997.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/cac%20grad%201997.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;1997&lt;/span&gt;- College graduation. Dumb ass friend behind me&lt;br /&gt;giving me bunny ears and also showing my 'gaucho' eye&lt;br /&gt;that Edwin still makes fun of to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my right eye and you'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/first%20christmas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/first%20christmas.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;1996&lt;/span&gt;- Our first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm choking him, I was just&lt;br /&gt;really happy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/nursing%20grad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/nursing%20grad.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;1999&lt;/span&gt;- Nursing graduation. We were in a long distance relationship at this time. He drove up from Tucson to be with me on my special day. Awwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/1-4-2006-108.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/1-4-2006-108.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;- Edwin's first trip to the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the beauty of the canyon together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/9-22-2005-024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/9-22-2005-024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;- Edwin's first trip to Las Vegas. The boy had a big year in 2005, he got out of the house and actually enjoyed something other than Tucson. HA! HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/my%20fave%20wedding%20photo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/my%20fave%20wedding%20photo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;June 7, 2003&lt;/span&gt;- My favorite wedding pic of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/wedding%20-looking%20at%20each%20other.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/wedding%20-looking%20at%20each%20other.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;June 7, 2003&lt;/span&gt;- Another favorite pic of us. Big chees balls, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM2124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;May 27, 2006&lt;/span&gt;- Drunk as skunks and enjoying every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most recent picture together since he hates taking pictures, having a blast at the House of Blues in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary to us! I can't believe we've been together this long. Of course we met early in life and had lots of issues growing up but we managed to stick together and become one three years ago today. I love this man, he's pratically a genius, he loves his family, takes his job and future very serious, lets me do whatever I want, never goes out without me, deals with the fact that I can't cook for the life of me, and he supports everything I do in life. I really do not know what I'd be doing right now or where I'd be if I didn't have him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;I love you Chione!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-monica-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114969836822727386?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114969836822727386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114969836822727386&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114969836822727386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114969836822727386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/06/then-and-now.html' title='then and now'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114900635333101492</id><published>2006-05-30T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T03:59:29.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freemont street experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy belated birthday to my wonderful friend Felicia!  We celebrated the BiG 3-0 in Las Vegas this year and decided to stay downtown so we could get a little taste of the Freemont Street Experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was it an experience, watching bums fight over left over containers of liquor they found in the garbage, watching them pick up my cigarette butts from the ashtray and then light them up, and the best one of all was when I saw them eat food found on the floor.  Yeah, I know they're poor and all, but hell thats some sick shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Edwin and I at the House of Blues in the Mandalay Bay.  This is the most makeup I have ever worn in my entire life.  I look like a clown!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the whole weekend was like, a BiG 'ol BluR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAXI CAB CONFESSIONS.  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114900635333101492?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114900635333101492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114900635333101492&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114900635333101492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114900635333101492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/05/freemont-street-experience.html' title='freemont street experience'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114854512468715594</id><published>2006-05-25T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:59:36.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it better be over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/l130604-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/l130604-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is what the&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fire looked like on Sunday night while I was at work.  I was calling Edwin all night so he'd be aware of what was going on.  In the morning when I finally got a hold of him while he was driving to work he said, "Oh yeah, the fire looked so pretty in the dark, I was watching it from the backyard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell, you couldn't even call me at work and tell me there was a fire going on"?  He said, "I thought you knew, I figured you saw the smoke while you were driving to work."  Ummm, NO!!!  I was half asleep, the only thing I pay attention to is the road when I'm driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't need to pack up my scrap crap and I don't need to freak anymore.  At this time the fire is 85% contained and far from my home.  THANK GOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I changed my blog background AGAIN.  You know me I get bored easily. HA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114854512468715594?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114854512468715594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114854512468715594&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114854512468715594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114854512468715594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-better-be-over.html' title='it better be over'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114831940003104640</id><published>2006-05-22T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:36:40.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just one of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought today was going to be a normal everyday kind of day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would just finish up at work this morning, go to my meeting, drive home and sleep all day.  Yeah freaking right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pulled out of the hospital this morning all I could think about was getting home to see how close the fire was getting to my house.  As I pulled out to the main road from the hospital I get pulled over from a cop, I was going 38 in a 25.  oops.  As the cop asked me for my license and registration, I kept sneezing and rubbing my eyes, he asked what was wrong and I told him it was my allergies since it's so windy here in AZ right now and that I just wanted to get home to see how close the fire was to my house.  The cop took my info, did what he had to do and said here is your court date, be careful and have a good day.  wtf???  The mo fo didn't have any sympathy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my letter about my raise and bonus also this morning but now it's going to my damn ticket.  We just got our insurance lowered from all the tickets I had in the past and now it's going up again.  shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home and see that technically the fire is 8 miles from my house.  The news stated that the wind is going to reach up to 50 ml/h today and that the fire is not under control.  crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my boss this morning, if the fire gets close to my house, I'm calling in so I can pack all my scrapbook junk.  She said, what your scrapbook junk, what's that?  What do you mean what's that, ummm hello don't you know I scrapbook and that's my priority in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a picture of what it looks like from the other side of my backyard wall.  Yes that's a lot of brush which is going to make my house blow up.  YIKES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114831940003104640?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114831940003104640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114831940003104640&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114831940003104640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114831940003104640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='just one of those days'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114733680054872443</id><published>2006-05-11T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:40:00.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you a night owl?</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know by now, I'm a little odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get bored easily, especially at night when the world is quiet and everyone's asleep.  I'm not the kind of person who likes to be active in the day unless I just got out of work and there's some good sales going on or something. HA!  I'm a night owl, I live for the damn sun to go down, the world to shut up and my mind to relax.  I can't stand to function like a normal person in the day, there's too many people around, there's too much noise and honestly there's too many good daytime shows on the tube.  hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a typical night, I made dinner, watched the 70'S show and CSI re-runs with Edwin,  checked my emails and surfed the net for a while.  I took a break from the internet to smoke and realized I had one cigarette left.  Well if you know me, I freaked and jumped into the car to head out to the closest store.  As I was driving, I rolled the windows down, blared my music, and stuck my head out the window like a dog would.  I love that feeling of fresh air hitting your face, hair blowing all over the place, and singing at the top of your lungs.  This brings such joy to my boring life. HA!!  Anyways, as I drove by Circle K something told me to keep going and I ended up driving accross town.  I said to myself "what the hell are you doing, it's midnight, you need smokes and there's freaks out at this time, turn around and just go home".   So I drove myself back home, stopped at Walgreens for some smokes (they're cheaper there) as well as a bunch of junk I didn't need and I ended up talking to the service clerk for 45 minutes.  I know I'm weird,  but I like shooting the shit with people I really don't know, you can learn a lot from strangers and she started up a conversation with me, I didn't say jack but, "how are you tonight". I came to realize that she was also a nurse and was specialized in the field that I would eventually like to try, so she gave me phone numbers of some contacts and gave me some advice.  How nice since I'm in the process of looking for a new job.  See, you can meet some nice people in the middle of the night, their not all freaks like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end it's not that bad to be a night owl, you can meet some interesting people and go home knowing you learned something new today.  I guess y'all might do that in the day, I just do this at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to start my CJ, it's due in what....5 days or something, oops, gotta step on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114733680054872443?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114733680054872443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114733680054872443&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114733680054872443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114733680054872443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-night-owl.html' title='are you a night owl?'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114708629756594219</id><published>2006-05-08T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:07:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2054.1.jpg"&gt;HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!!!!!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2054.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Edwin celebrated the first half of Cinco De Mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping half the day away.  He said he needed a power nap so he could "get his drink on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM2058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here he is doing just that!!!!  Happy Cinco De Mayo!!!!  Hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday.  My husband did.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114708629756594219?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114708629756594219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114708629756594219&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114708629756594219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114708629756594219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114586599228539859</id><published>2006-04-24T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:24:06.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AKA "SQUINTS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1874.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going to be a random post, I'm getting too lazy to be all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogger proper&lt;/span&gt; and use my spellcheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from one heck of a weekend, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CK&lt;/span&gt; convention time once again.  Phew!!!!!!!!  I'm so glad it's all over.  I spent  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WAY WAY WAY&lt;/span&gt; too much money this year compared to last year.  What sucks is that Arizona has 2 conventions per year, so last September I spent a little over a $100 , this year I averaged a little over $200.  To me that's just a little too much spending on scrapbook s#it, I mean c'mon how much of this stuff do we really need?   Regrets, regrets, regrets!!!!!  Bulls#it, no regrets here, this is usually the only time I get the chance to REALLY buy scrapbook stuff.  Had the oppurtunity to meet some of our favorites from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;CK like Faye Morrow Bell, Becky Higgins and Stacey Jullian from Simple Scrapbook&lt;/span&gt;.  More pics to share later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1920.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am pretending like I'm living it up with drinks.  This was the only drink I had the entire weekend, my mind was too occupied with scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1893.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AKA "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SQUINTS&lt;/span&gt;" that's my new name.  Every freakin ass time I take a picture my eyes are:&lt;br /&gt;1) Closed&lt;br /&gt;2) "Gaucho" eyed, that's what Edwin says.  He told me it meant something like this....You know when you're buzzed or hungover and you can't focus for s#it and your eyes look all jacked, well that's "Gaucho" eyed according to him.  So Edwin always tells me I look "Gaucho" eyed in all my photos until we watched the Sandalot a few weeks back and now my new name is "Squints".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOOK AT THIS TRUNK, FULL OF USELESS SCRAP CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1915.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Chicana Croppers&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, we had T-shirts this year for the convention.  All thanks to Odette who created the shirts for all five of us "Chicana Croppers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1925.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1951.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night of the convention Shana from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2Peas&lt;/span&gt; organized a "2Peas Block Party" at the Hilton in Mesa, AZ.  The crop started at 6pm and ended at 12 am, one long ass day since we all got up that morning around 6am.  When you are a die hard scrapbook fanatic like we all are, you'll stay up for hours on end just to be a part of anything scrapbook realted.  I have to say this 2Peas crop was the best crop I have ever been to.  Every single person at this crop won a prize and some people even won 2 prizes, of course I was one, cuz I'm the shiz-nit.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1938.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shana who put together this shing-ding, made us name tags with our usernames on them. Aren't they cute?   Yes, that's me all "gaucho" eyed.  Damn it, I can't take a picture for s#it but I wanted all of you to see how cute our name tags were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights of the convention were meeting the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CK &lt;/span&gt;celebrities, taking two classes from Becky Higgins, Lil Davis warehouse sale (everything for $1-$3, I MEAN EVERTHING), the 2Peas crop and spending time with those who understand our weird obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1947.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114586599228539859?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114586599228539859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114586599228539859&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114586599228539859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114586599228539859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/04/aka-squints.html' title='AKA &quot;SQUINTS&quot;'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114474319480506115</id><published>2006-04-11T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:19:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 DAYS AND COUNTING!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait!!!!  In 10 days I'm going to the &lt;a href="http://www.ckscrapbookevents.com/mesa2006"&gt;Arizona Scrapbook Convention in Mesa, AZ&lt;/a&gt;.  I get to meet up with &lt;a href="http://feliza22.blogspot.com/"&gt;Felicia&lt;/a&gt; and the whole Chicana clan for some scrapping all that weekend and classes with Becky Higgins.  OOOOOO, I can't wait to get down and rack up my credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength Lord, for I will put myself in debt!!!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114474319480506115?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114474319480506115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114474319480506115&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114474319480506115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114474319480506115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/04/10-days-and-counting.html' title='10 DAYS AND COUNTING!!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114427957257273165</id><published>2006-04-05T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:04:34.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chase life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/chase%20life%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/chase%20life%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so sick and tired of how my scanner makes the colors in my LOs look so BLAH or too bright.  I have played around numerous times with the color contrast that now I think I might just have to start taking photos of my LOs and adjust them on photo shop or something.  UGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been MIA for a few weeks, so much has happened in such a short time that I'm finally realizing not to take life for granted.  In just 4 weeks my grandmother went from being in the hospital, put on home hospice, to me talking with her a week ago when I went to stay with her,  and then to me saying good bye on March 28th.  What kills me is that I had just seen her on the 22nd when I went to help out with her care.  I left on a Wednesday because I had to work, had group meetings for school and then I had to attend school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother called me right before I went into school on a Monday night and told me that if I wanted to see grandma I better get there soon. The hospice nurse told my family that it was just a matter of time for my grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me the hell off is that I went to class because I had to lecture that night, (my classes are only 5 weeks long that if you miss a class you get an F for a grade) asked my instructor if I could leave after my lecture was over and she told me that I would get points off for leaving class early.  Well I thought, I already have an A in this class and that "it's just one class" I explained to her what was going on and that I had to drive over 2 hours to see my grandma.  This is the clencher....my instructor said to me "AWW, that's too bad for your grandma, but sorry you're grade will be affected if you leave.". So I decided to stay until after my lecture was over, well my instructor didn't let me do my lecture until 8:30 that night and my class runs from 6-10.  I was fuming, called my mom and she said to just go back home in the morning, that everything was okay and that she was going to kick my ass if I drove late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know my mom, you better listen to what she says or else.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going back home on the 28th and spent a few hours with my grandma and family.  I really thought she would last a few more days, but she past 30 minutes after I left her house.  Oh, how I felt like such a horrible person to leave my grandma when she was only minutes away from her death.  I have now come to realize that I was not facing reality at that time, I just wanted to believe that I could go back to her house and see her one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this page to help me cope with her loss, even though it's a picture of me I wanted to document what I looked like on that day so I will never forget.  I guess subconsciously I knew that would be the day she passed since I took this picture.  Wow, the things we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and I need to get out of the house for a "breather" since it was very tense inside my grandmother's house.  My cousins wanted some junk food and I really needed a cigarette so we took a short walk to the conveinence store.  My cousin "Berto" loves to take pictures and he's not too bad at taking them, so he told me to lean up against this old white nasty wall and took quite a few pictures in black and white.  I took a glance at the pictures and was very impressed.  Yes, I know my hair was frizzy, no makeup, and looked like hell, but if you look closely you, well, I can see what I was feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GRANDMA AND MISS YOU TERRIBLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114427957257273165?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114427957257273165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114427957257273165&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114427957257273165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114427957257273165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/04/chase-life.html' title='chase life'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114289362454450815</id><published>2006-03-20T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:39:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>78-82</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nmnathletics.com/SportSelect.dbml?DB_OEM_ID=1600&amp;KEY=&amp;amp;SPID=518&amp;SPSID=8155"&gt;My life is officially over.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lute Olson(Head Coach),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have never seen such a big upset in my life.  I can not believe that you are not continuing on to the Sweet Sixteen.  I'm going to crawl into a cave until next season.  I have never been so upset in my life.  Good luck next year, until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest fan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I actually wrote that letter to Lute but he's probably not feeling too good right now.  To the people that really know me, they know I'm in a world of hurt right now.  I'm a HUGE UofA men's basketball fan.  Maybe I'll feel better tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114289362454450815?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114289362454450815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114289362454450815&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114289362454450815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114289362454450815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/03/78-82.html' title='78-82'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114217916151849324</id><published>2006-03-12T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T10:23:41.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gameboy's the devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fooseball's the devil, like in Waterboy, that saying cracks me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to this today.  IT FREAKIN SNOWED, in Tucson.  So I had to bust out the camera for this, this is something you hardly see here in the desert.  It's cold as hell right now, I think it's something like 32 degrees.  Yes, for some of you I know that might be good weather, but just last week I was already wearing tanks and capris, so this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;freezing cold&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I had to look forward to on Friday.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edwin and his damn gameboy.&lt;/span&gt;  I've been begging for a gameboy since the advance system came out.  I'm all about little gadgets and playing Donkey Kong.  He said this system was for kids and that he wouldn't ever buy it since he thinks he's a "master skilled game player".  Whatever weirdo, just give me the damn gameboy.  Since he doesn't have the &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/hardware/xbox360/whybuy.htm"&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/a&gt; yet and I say that with such sarcasim in my voice, he thinks he can play my gameboy and use the internet for strategy guides.  What the hell man, I NEED THE COMPUTER FOR SCRAPBOOKING, DUH!!!!!  I think I might just bite the bullet and get it for him on our anniversary.  He is the breadwinner and all so I guess he deserves, right.  But in a way I don't want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He'll never do anything around the house.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'll never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;3.  He will be on the internet ALL THE TIME since it's one of those live systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I love him to death and would do anything in the world for him like clean the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;puke&lt;/span&gt; off his jacket after throwing up like back in the day when we were legal.  Yep, the fool got so plastered at a diaper party yesterday he threw up.  I had a bridal shower to attend and he had the diaper party.  Well you know us girls don't drink at showers, we goo and ga over all the cute baby stuff while the men play horseshoes and drink till the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this homeboy thought he was cool enough to start drinking beer at 3:00 p.m. without eating and also thought he was cool enough to keep up with his friends.  Well at 7:30 he called me and asked me to pick him up and take him home.  I was at the hospital visiting with my grandma, yes she's back and it's really not looking good this time.  Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called and he sounded really upset so I rushed over to get him, I thought something had happened, no he said he just wanted to go home and be with me.  Awww, how sweet.  During the drive home he kept staring at me and said "I'm so sorry" over and over again.  At first I was a little worried, I thought to myself "What is he so sorry for?", "Did he do something he wasn't supposed to do?"  All these thoughts were running through my head until his head started bobbing his head all over the place.  The fool was drunk as a skunk. HA!!!  It was like a flashback to the early '90's when all we did was get plastered and jamm out to Pearl Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to laugh and said "Dude, it's only 8 o'clock, what the hell were you drinking!"  He said "Beer" with this pout on his face.  The homeboy can't drink for crap anymore.  So I decided to pick up some food for him so he could sober up, when I got back into the car I smelled something funky, sure enough he puked, at least not in the car.  He managed to open the car door and not get any of it inside, but he puked onto his jacket.  FREAK!!!  This is when I got REALLY MAD.  I made him clean up the majority of it until I saw him struggling, then I felt a little bad so I did the rest.  I threw all his clothes into the washer and when he finally sobered up he decided he wanted to smoke a cig.  He was in panic mode "Where are my cigarettes", OOPPS, I accidentally washed them with his clothes.  Sure enough when I opened the washer, there they were floating.  GROSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to make fun of my hubbie, but if you knew him he's not a drunk at all.  Yes, he likes to drink but I don't ever see him drunk.  Just a lesson to be learned for him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt; before you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRINK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with another picture of the snow.  I'm so thrilled about this, this sort of thing never happens in Tucson.  Another picture from my backyard, I promise these are the last.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/200/HPIM1625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114217916151849324?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114217916151849324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114217916151849324&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114217916151849324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114217916151849324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/03/gameboys-devil.html' title='gameboy&apos;s the devil'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114167903734705240</id><published>2006-03-06T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:03:57.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend warriors 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1554.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1554.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally finished house project #3,200,565 (no, not really)!!!!  Having a home is not as fun as it sounds.  You always have to clean it, decorate it, keep up with your yard, and the HOA rules ughh, can't say enough about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one your house is so dang close to your neighbors, you don't have enough room around your yard to do projects, you can't have certain trees and shrubs, you can't park your car out in the street for more than 2 days, the list goes on.  I just hope I won't be getting a letter on my door anytime soon about our brick pathway and lighting, we're the only one on our street with this.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;OOPPS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1564.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edwin amazes me everyday. He is now actually acting like a real husband, helping around the house, grocery shopping, and cooking.  Not that he didn't act like a real husband in the past, but he's growing into a more mature man.  He He!!!  Edwin decided to have a family day on Sunday, so we asked both our parents over for a BBQ.  He bought all the groceries and prepared the dinner for us, how sweet!!  He wanted me to take this picture of him grilling ribs, he's never made them before, so he wants some documentation of this special event.  Good gawd Edwin, get real!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1577.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TEAMWORK!!!  I thought I'd help him since he was so nice to arrange this gathering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at this picture and thinking "I need to tone up my arms, they have never been this flabby."  Anyways,  I had a really good time with my parents and in-laws, it's been such a long time where we have all been together at one time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babying a hang over right now, yep, I got plastered in front of my parents and in-laws.  I'm so embarrassed!!!  Everyone knows I don't drink that much, but when my neighbor saw us outside grilling, he brought over his "Famous" he says, Margaritas and I couldn't say no to that.  At first I thought they were a little mild but I just kept on drinking.  All of a sudden I was bumping into walls, drinking from the pitcher my neighbor provided and started cussing up a storm.  I forgot I had family over, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;OOPPS!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time and just thought I'd share some photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114167903734705240?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114167903734705240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114167903734705240&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114167903734705240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114167903734705240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-warriors-2.html' title='weekend warriors 2'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114141590689748845</id><published>2006-03-03T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:09:21.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1544.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arizona is not as bad as many think.  I think I'm one of the few people out here that love this state.    I took a few pictures of my view from my backyard after it rained on Wednesday afternoon.  Can you believe we had well over 110 days without rain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went outside to smoke a cigarette before heading out to work (part of my daily routine before I go to work since I'm just a tad supersticious) and the way the clouds, mountains and rainbows looked,  just took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1544.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1544.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1541.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the view I have from my backyard, if only the damn HOA would let me break down some of the brick wall, I would be one hell of a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my tree, half of the branches are dead from too much weed killer on a windy day and the other half has green leafs.  This is what you get when you're just a little too inpatient with yardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOPS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114141590689748845?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114141590689748845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114141590689748845&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114141590689748845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114141590689748845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/03/beauty.html' title='beauty'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114120509652101122</id><published>2006-03-01T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:25:05.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/Paul%20Walker-3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/Paul%20Walker-3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Good gawd, can this man get any hotter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm in looooove with Paul Walker, isn't he so yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I have to go take a cold shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114120509652101122?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114120509652101122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114120509652101122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114120509652101122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114120509652101122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-love.html' title='in love'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114106730192031216</id><published>2006-02-27T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:28:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Warriors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1516.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So nice to finally have a weekend off from work and spend time with family. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1516.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got the chance to hang out with my adorable nephew on Saturday.  He's finally getting used to me, where now he's giving me lots of kisses and hugs.  I love this picture, his mouth is wide open and he slapped me with a wet one. We also had a BBQ, watched the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;UofA &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ASU &lt;/span&gt;basketball game where the Wildcats kicked the SunDevils' ass!!  Hell ya, that one's for you Felicia.  hehe!! and just spend quality time with one another.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1524.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday Edwin and I decided to go out to eat for lunch at our favorite restuarant &lt;a href="http://www.tucsonweekly.com/tw/05-30-96/chow.htm"&gt;Mariscos Chihuahua&lt;/a&gt;.  The food is very similar to what you get in Rocky Point, any kind of seafood you desire.  Here Edwin is chowing down on ceviche tostadas and a seafood cocktail.  This boy has got a healthy appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1523.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1523.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite dish....camarone culichi.  Doesn't look too appetizing like this but once you put the first bite in your mouth you won't stop. This plate consists of shrimp in a chili verde sauce topped with cheese, a salad, rice, and plenty of corn tortillas.  So damn yummy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1535.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Edwin and I decided to head out to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Home Depot&lt;/span&gt;, my favorite store next to any scrapbooking store, of course.  I've been wanting flowers in my front and back of my house since everything is in bloom right now and the temperature is stable enough for flowers.  I ended up only buying a few pots because I always have the hardest time keeping my flowers watered.  I forget about them and then the AZ heat doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had this project in mind for some time.  I've been wanting solar lighting around my driveway and stepping stones to lead up to the front of my house.  Edwin actually wanted to help so here he is making a huge mess.  I knew this project would be somewhat challenging, well it ended up being more difficult than challenging.  We made a huge mess and broke a few of the stones.  I thought I would be okay since I watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt; all the time and have helped my father with this sort of project.  I thought wrong.  Here is the somewhat completed project.  Not liking it at all so I guess I need to get off this blog and go back to the Home Depot and get myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1531.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114106730192031216?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114106730192031216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114106730192031216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114106730192031216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114106730192031216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-warriors.html' title='Weekend Warriors'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114042574876686030</id><published>2006-02-20T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T05:00:52.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giving thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/vaughn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/vaughn.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not happy the weekend is over, I really only had one full day off and now I'm ready to go back to work again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have some time to scrapbook and of course I scrapped in the wee hours of the morning, blaring my itunes and eating brownies.  I made some killer brownies tonight , all thanks to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pilsbury dough boy!&lt;/span&gt;  Hmm Hmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got around to scrapping this lovely little guy's birthday pictures.  I have never seen a kid so grumpy on their birthday, good god this little guy would not stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually calmed down after everyone left which left me some time to play with him. We had such a good time playing and laughing that I was late to work 30 minutes.  OOPSS!  Time flies when you're having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I started to work on my wedding pages.  I've been married almost 3 years and I still have not touched my wedding or honeymoon pics.  I guess I'm too lazy.  I got a few page kits form Felicia last year sometime and I especially liked this page kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See, I don't have many pictures with my mom and this is the most recent picture the two of us have together.  She is one &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hell of a woman&lt;/span&gt;, she puts up with me, takes care of my grandmother who is not debilitated, takes care of my father and her father, works 40+ hours a week and has a illness of her own that she fights on a daily basis.  I guess you could say my mom does it all and then some.  I adore her to pieces and I just wanted to do a little something about her since I've been missing her lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/me%20and%20mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 232px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/me%20and%20mom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114042574876686030?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114042574876686030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114042574876686030&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114042574876686030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114042574876686030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/02/giving-thanks.html' title='giving thanks'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-114018655172583230</id><published>2006-02-17T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:34:31.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{finally}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/heidi%20swapp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/heidi%20swapp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; finished my first class for my B.S.N. &lt;strong&gt;YAY FOR ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry, I had to let that out. Oh, and I think I actually fixed the problem with my sound for this dang blog. I though I was all bad ass for adding &lt;a href="http://videocure.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;video cure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to my blog and then it doesn't come out.  What the heck man. &lt;strong&gt;grrrrrr!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;   If your curious, check out the bottom of my page to see the video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt; got around to scrapping last night. I always stay up way too late the night before I work, so yes I still have not gone to sleep and it's almost 7:30 in the morning. I think I'm going to change my blog name to "pulling an all-nighter or "night owl" or something to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a insomniac. Ever since I was in high school I would stay up all night and sleep all day. If I keep this up I'm going to kill over and die too young. I love being up when the rest of the world is asleep, at night it's just so peaceful and I feel most productive at this time. I do everything, I mean everything at night. I go grocery shopping, well not anymore because I had a huge scare one night and my hubbie scolded me for it, I scrapbook, clean, and cook. Very weird I know, but I still like how my life is except for the fact that I don't sleep in the same bed with my husband every night and that I miss a whole day of activity on my day off when I need to sleep after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to get some &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ's&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If this post sounds like a whole bunch of babbling, so sorry, I'm just sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta La Pasta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-114018655172583230?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/114018655172583230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=114018655172583230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114018655172583230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/114018655172583230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally.html' title='{finally}'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113983045778380205</id><published>2006-02-13T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T04:36:23.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUMP UP THE VOLUME!!</title><content type='html'>DANCE. DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that song from back in the day.  I'm shaking my butt to that song right now!!  HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got bored with the last background, I was seeing double.  I'm getting too old so I need to see a plain white background for my sensitive eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I missed your call again Felicia, I was asleep and yes I missed Gray's Anatomy!  CRAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 1:oo this morning and figured I should catch up on blogs and get some scrapbooking done.  Still have not finished my page I started working on a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debating if I should call in to work tonight. You might think I don't like to work, I do like my job, it's just that I'm feeling under the weather right now and I really don't feel like taking care of others when I feel cruddy myself.  I do have good news...I received an excellent review at work on Friday.  I hope I'll get a good raise.  I really don't know how I got such a good review, I called in a few times this last year but I did have good reasons for my call-ins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I got food poisioning in rocky point.  Just thinking about that trip makes me want to vomit again.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My grandmother got severly sick and had hip surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess those are not bad reasons to call in, you think?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I finally got some sound on my blog.  Do you like my favorte song "for the moment"?  I love this song, it makes me want to get up and dance and it actually gets me in the mood to scrapbook, weird huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta La Pasta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113983045778380205?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113983045778380205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113983045778380205&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113983045778380205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113983045778380205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/02/pump-up-volume.html' title='PUMP UP THE VOLUME!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113958904233517949</id><published>2006-02-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:17:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagger!!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the tag Kat!!!!  I love these fill in surveys so bring them on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Monie&lt;br /&gt;2.  Nalgas (in spanish that means &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ASS!!&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Monica-ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Three things you are wearing right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My stinky work uniform.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Chonies&lt;br /&gt;3.  2 jackets.  yes, I'm very cold right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Three of your favorite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  That song from Black eyed peas, it goes...no no no no, baby no no no no don't lie.  (I'm too old to know names of songs.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;2.  Colorblind from Counting Crowes&lt;br /&gt;3.  Satellite from Dave Matthews Band-  the best ass group in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Two truths and a lie (in any order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I had a nose job.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I don't shave, I tweeze.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm scared of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Three of your favorite hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Scrapbooking- Hell yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sleeping- which I should be doing right now since I have to work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Three things you want to do badly right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Crawl into bed with my hubbie since he's home from work today.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Call in sick to work for tonight, which I won't do.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pee, I haven't gone since midnight. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Yikes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Three things you want to do before you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Turn 30 and at least be 30 for awhile.  Long story.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Visit every state in our great nation.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Have children, at the rate I'm going I'll probably hit menopause before Edwin is ready. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Three of your Everday Essentials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ice tea.&lt;br /&gt;2.  A cigarette- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;gross!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A good laugh to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Niki &lt;/span&gt;join in on the fun of tagging!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113958904233517949?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113958904233517949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113958904233517949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113958904233517949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113958904233517949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagger.html' title='Tagger!!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113929128641821455</id><published>2006-02-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:19:34.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*smile*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/vaughn-eagles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/vaughn-eagles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyday I dream of this little guy.  My pride and joy until I have one of my own.  I liked to introduce you to what makes me smile and keeps me strong on a daily basis, my beautiful nephew Vaughn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he so cute in his little eagles jersey.  This team happens to be my brothers favorite and last year on super bowl when the eagles were playing, my nephew was born.  Happy birthday little guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/vaughn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/vaughn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those big brown eyes, perma smile and his long gorgeous eyelashes.  I hope my little ones will be this beautiful.  Here's Vaughn all dirty after eating squash.  This kid only eats all natural foods, nothing by can or with any artifical ingredients.  Weird for a kid but at least he's a healthy beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapy Halloween!!  My little caveman.  This costume actually belongs to his mom, she wore this also on her first halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/vaughn-halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/vaughn-halloween.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113929128641821455?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113929128641821455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113929128641821455&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113929128641821455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113929128641821455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/02/smile.html' title='*smile*'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113808434975923825</id><published>2006-01-23T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:57:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks y'all</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say thanks to all of you who replied on my last entry when I was bitching up a storm.  Well, I'm still bitching up a storm.  School is such a battle, my team mates in class have decided to drop all the "labor" work for our presentation on me, I had one day to plan and organize everything since I'll be working the nights before class.  This adds too much burden on me especially when I tend to have meetings after work which makes my time away from home about 16 hours a day.  I 'm so tired when I get home from work and all I want to do is sleep, but no I have to stay up and do "our" homework and then get phone calls throughout the day because they revised there work.  What the hell, I need to sleep and focus on my own shit instead of yours sherlock.  What's up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That felt good to get off my chest!  Sorry!  I'm stoked for this weekend because I don't have to work except for write a paper for class, but my main focus is to get my scrap mojo back and do some scrapping!!  Woohoo!!!  I wish I had more to say or pictures to post, but I have not been able to do much the last few weeks with all the drama that seems to constantly come my way.  Next post will not be as dramatic as these last two.  TA TA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113808434975923825?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113808434975923825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113808434975923825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113808434975923825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113808434975923825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-yall.html' title='thanks y&apos;all'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113775443575840726</id><published>2006-01-20T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T03:53:55.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst day ever</title><content type='html'>i feel like venting at 3:42 in the morning.  i'll be up all night so i can sleep tommorow, woops it is tommorow, shit!!!  i'm still not done with my lo's and blocks to post on 2peas, i haven't scrapped for sooo long i'm feeling a little "out-of-the-loop" if you know what i mean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my grandma is still in the rehab unit, not progressing AT ALL and the issue now is what to do with her, she needs 24 hour care and how in the hell are we going to afford this-freakin insurance!! my brother was layed off 2 weeks ago from a job he has been at for over 10 years, found out today my dad might be getting layed off in february, my co-worker won't switch days with me so i can attend my nephew's 1st birthday party, and i still have not completed my 5 homework assignments that are due on wednesday! such a run-on sentence, i know, but shit life sucks right now!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm bitching which seems to be what i'm good at according to edwin, but this year has been so shity for my family that i feel it won't be getting any better any time soon.  do you dwell on this, do you learn from this, do you bite the bullet and say to yourself "Shit Happens".  i don't know what to think, what to do, and how to help anybody.  i'm just feeling really crumy and i'm hoping to get out of this funk soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113775443575840726?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113775443575840726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113775443575840726&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113775443575840726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113775443575840726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/01/worst-day-ever.html' title='worst day ever'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113739795873239430</id><published>2006-01-16T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:36:02.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.M.I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really did not want to do this survey because if you know me there is not that much I can say that I like about myself, on a physical standpoint.   I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I really can't think of anything , seriously.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things I like about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i guess i could say my teeth, there very straight since i had 4 grueling years of hell with my orthodontist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  i'm a very good listener, my dear friends know they can come to me at any time of the day or night with there problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  that i'm easy going but only when i'm not pressed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  work well under pressure, i usually do my best when i have no time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  that i have the best family and friends out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  that i am now at a size 4 jeans, but i need to tone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  that i'm brown and proud!!!  i'm not racial i'm just proud to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;latina&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  that i'm spontaneous, i love to get up and just go without a agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  that i'm usually about 99% right when it comes to reading first impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  that i'm loved by the best man in the world and that he will always understand me and care for me.  this makes me smile!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113739795873239430?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113739795873239430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113739795873239430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113739795873239430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113739795873239430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/01/tmi.html' title='T.M.I.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113715060571488610</id><published>2006-01-13T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:49:21.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey time!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I totally stoled this survey from &lt;a href="http://caroekg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline&lt;/a&gt; but I love to do surveys.  No one ever tags me so I thought I'd tag myself.  Such a loner I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 jobs you have had in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. CSR at Blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Costco- my fave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Receptionist at Naturally Women for one whole day. oops!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Activity assistant @ Rec. Center in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. A lot like Love&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Christmas Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. 13 going on 30&lt;br /&gt;4. Urban Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 Places You Have Lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dudleyville, AZ- yes that's the real name and explains it to a T.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mesa, AZ&lt;br /&gt;3. Gilbert, AZ&lt;br /&gt;4. Tucson, AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 TV Shows You Love To Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. Lost&lt;br /&gt;3. The Gauntlet 2&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI, Survivor, Amazing Race, Without a Trace.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the list goes on and on and on!! I have a line-up for every day of the week, I'm bad I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 Places You Have Been On Vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. San Diego&lt;br /&gt;2. Mexico cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a beaner&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;3. The White Mountains&lt;br /&gt;4. Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;I know, I don't get out too much. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 Websites You Visit Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Two Peas&lt;br /&gt;2. web RN&lt;br /&gt;3. a bunch of blogs&lt;br /&gt;4. yahoo news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 Of Your Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green corn tamales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. seafood&lt;br /&gt;3. salads&lt;br /&gt;4. cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 Places You Would Rather Be Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In lala land zzzzz! it's 4:30 in the a.m right now!&lt;br /&gt;2. with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my scrapbook room&lt;br /&gt;4. San Diego- My favorite place in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4 Bloggers You Are Tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Kat&lt;br /&gt;2. Felicia&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I tagged myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Darcy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know many people, I'm a loner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113715060571488610?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113715060571488610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113715060571488610&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113715060571488610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113715060571488610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/01/survey-time.html' title='Survey time!!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113680088392652237</id><published>2006-01-09T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:23:15.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lucky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1356.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1356.10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1349.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1349.8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the best time this weekend meeting &lt;a href="http://heidiswapp.com/"&gt;Heidi Swapp&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://wendispeciale.com/designteam.php"&gt;Katherine Brooks&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://devinememories.net/nucleus/"&gt;Devine Memories&lt;/a&gt; Grand Opening in Chandler, AZ.   Felicia called me up on Thursday and said I needed to go up to the valley this weekend for an all day Scrapathon her and her friends were having.  Well you don't have to ask me twice when it consists of scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi was only at Devine Memories for 2 hours for make and takes so I had to get up very early for the 2 hour drive to Chandler.  I was so exhausted that morning since I only had 3 hours of sleep, but I kept telling myself "you're going to have a great time and you get to meet some scrapbooking celebrities" so get your lazy butt out of bed and "Step On It"!!!!!  Believe me I hauled ass to Chandler, I even put my makeup on in the truck while I was driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1388.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1388.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the highlight of the "Scrapathon"was when I made these blocks in Katherine's class.  On one side of the block I put my married name and on the other side I put my maiden name and when I'm all done I'll have pictures of both sides of my family around the blocks in black and white with a few embellies and rub-ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a horrible picture of my blocks but when I'm finished I'll do a repost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113680088392652237?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113680088392652237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113680088392652237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113680088392652237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113680088392652237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m so lucky!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113655009542138263</id><published>2006-01-06T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:29:15.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in review</title><content type='html'>I finally got tagged!!!  I love filling out these surveys, so fun to do a recap and reminise on the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you have a new year's resolution this year? Yeah, I broke it 2 hours after I made it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who kissed you at midnight? Edwin and all my in-laws (it's a mexican thing) at least not on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did it snow where you live? No but it was cold for AZ.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop? Sadly no.&lt;br /&gt;5. Big January Events: Very traumatic month for me at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your valentine? My Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;2. What did your valentine get you? a coach purse.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you were little, did you buy valentines for your whole class? Not really, I was a scrooge.  heheh&lt;br /&gt;4.Big February Events: Edwin landed his dream job and my nephew was born!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you Irish? No.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you wear green on St. Patty's Day? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you do for St. Patty's Day? Worked, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;4. Big March Events: just horrible allergies like every other spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like the rain? Love it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you play an April Fool's joke on anyone this year? No, I felt like being nice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Big April Events: Nothing, a slow month for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your favorite kind of flower? snapdragons.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like the spring? yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish the phrase: "April showers bring..." not a damn thing in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you think of as a spring color? fuschia.&lt;br /&gt;5. Big May Events: Not attending Felicia's Bday in San Antonio and a Big Ass going away party for a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What year did you graduate from school? High school ~1994 College ~1997(junior college) 1999 (nursing school).&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you go on any vacations last June? No.&lt;br /&gt;3. Big June Events: Celebrated my 2nd wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do on the 4th of July? Spent it with friends in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you go on any vacations during this month? Yes, went to Rocky Point, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you do anything special to end off your summer? Went to Vegas for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your favorite summer memory of '05? Edwin's face after getting off the Manhattan Express in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you go swimming a lot in the summer? Only in Rocky Point.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you go to the beach a lot? Only in Rocky Point, how pathetic =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you attend school/college in '05? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is/was your favorite teacher? Ms. Denson (nursing instructor).&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you like fall better than summer? Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your favorite halloween costume ever? I didn't see any.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your favorite candy? Big Hunk.&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you dress up like this year? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whose house did you go to for Thanksgiving? My parents.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like stuffing? It's okay at times.&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you thankful for? That I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you celebrate Christmas? If I have to.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever been kissed under mistletoe? long ass time ago.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like cold weather? Yes, but only when there's a fire close by.&lt;br /&gt;4. How would you rate your year on a scale of 1-10? 8, some things could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;5. Big December Events: Grand Canyon trip and spending 3/4 of December in the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113655009542138263?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113655009542138263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113655009542138263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113655009542138263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113655009542138263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-in-review.html' title='Year in review'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113644452583151629</id><published>2006-01-04T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:09:53.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>such a random day</title><content type='html'>Totally stole this idea from &lt;a href="http://darcyholsopple.blogspot.com"&gt;Darcy&lt;/a&gt; but when I read her "Random Day" I busted out laughing, not at Darcy's post, geez she's a busy bee, but at my pathetic life.  &lt;a href="http://feliza22.blogspot.com"&gt;Felicia&lt;/a&gt; and I really debated about starting up a blog because our lives are so ordinary, not really much to say or to be creative about, but we were laughing about what I would write on my blog daily.  Here it goes, a day in the life of msharpe............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A typical day (when I'm not working)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Anywhere from 9:00 to 12:00 I'll get up.   The first thing I do is open up a soda, smoke a cigarette and dwell on all the things I need to accomplish for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  12:00-4:00 I'll finally jump in the shower, smoke a few more cigs, eat something, run some errands and dred dinner time.  Between all of this I'm checking my email and &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.com"&gt;2Peas&lt;/a&gt; for some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  4:00-6:30 I'm finally figuring out what to make for dinner, do the daily clean up of the house, bills, kiss my hubby when he gets home from work, listen to him ramble about his day and smoke a few more cigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  7:00-9:00 After dinner and another round of cleaning, Edwin and I watch (I'm so embarassed about all of this) &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/kingofthehill/"&gt;King of the Hill&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.that70sshow.com/"&gt;That 7o's Show&lt;/a&gt; reruns till he has to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00-anywhere from 1:00-3:00 a.m. I'll catch up on my &lt;a href="http://mtv.com/"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt;, watch &lt;a href="http://lifetimetv.com/"&gt;lifetime&lt;/a&gt;, do laundry, iron, homework, and plan to scrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When my crap is together (which isn't as often as I'd like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get up around 6:00 a.m.- Workout with &lt;a href="http://winsorpilates.com/"&gt;Pilates&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://deniseaustin.com/"&gt;Denise Austin&lt;/a&gt;.  Get some breakfast which usually consists of leftovers from the night before, still I have a soda, I usually don't smoke when I workout so I would say I'd have my first smoke a few hours after rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  9:00 Shower, clean, do daily chores (dang I feel like I'm back at home with the 'rents) get myself organized for what I need to do that day, oh yeah did I say I was also an organizing freak, a little OCD if you ask me.  No, really I'm not that weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  12:00-5:00 I usually tend to do whatever I feel like at the time.  Catch up on my &lt;a href="http://hgtv.com/"&gt;HGTV&lt;/a&gt; shows, call some friends, make dinner, get on the web, just whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  5:00-10:00 Catch up with my hubbie, watch a little TV, start falling asleep on the couch around 7 or 8 since I have the hardest time being awake for so long during the day.  Really, I don't know how the normal people in this world get up in the morning, work all day and go to sleep at a decent hour?  I guess this is what happens to someone when they've been working the graveyard shift for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When I'm working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I tend to stay up all night and go to sleep around 5:00-7:00 a.m. so I can sleep throughout the day and then I'll try to  get up around 3:00 p.m.  I'll make a quick dinner for Edwin, do more cleaning or ironing (yes I'm a clean freak and I'm an old school Mexican who likes there clothes pressed) and get ready for work which starts at 7:00 p.m.  The crudy part is that I have to leave an hour early just to get to work on time.  I'll get out of work around 8:00 a.m. go straight home to sleep or if I have the next day off, run errands or go shopping which leaves me at finally going to sleep around 12:00 or 1:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well next week this will all change, I'll be attending classes in the evening and picking up extra shifts at work which leaves me having only 2 1/2 days to get homework done, errands, clean, and well all the other wife duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a pathetic fool, Felicia always lets me know "Must be nice" when I let her in on my daily battle of boredom.  I should get out there and do some extracuricular activities, but like most part timers &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;WERE JUST LAZY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; or should I say&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I"M JUST LAZY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day when I was in nursing school I had no time for anything.  I worked full time (at night), went to nursing school full time, commuted 2 hours one way for school, studied, still maintained a clean freak, did my own bills, cleaned, cooked, washed and ironed for my husband, just everything!!  I did this since high school which was over 10 years ago now, so I guess I could say I'm entitled to a lazy streak, huh? or am I just making an excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the rambling, but then again Felicia is the only one who's going to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TA TA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113644452583151629?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113644452583151629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113644452583151629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113644452583151629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113644452583151629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/01/such-random-day.html' title='such a random day'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113640959240618822</id><published>2006-01-04T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:22:31.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days and counting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1343.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1343.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My life is officially over in 7 days!! Ugh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I decided to get off my lazy butt and go back to school for my B.S.N.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yeah, I know I'm almost 30&lt;/span&gt; and I don't have my crap together, but at least I've had my career going now for over 6 years.  My ultimate goal  (well in Nursing) is to go into Forensics or assist in autopsies so I need to finish my schooling before I get gray hair and not have enough energy for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason why I'm going back to school is so when I have kids, my kids won't look at me like a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and look at there dad as GOD!  My husband has had his Masters since 2003 and now he feels as if he's ready for his Phd, he's now 28.  I want my husband and my family to be proud of me so off I go to school next week.  I'm having mixed emotions about all of this, but it will be good for me and will probably land me a big raise and duties of a charge nurse which I really don't want.   I went into nursing to take care of those in need, not to boss a bunch of nurses and make sure there doing there job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray to God that I'll get through this without a heartattack or lung cancer since I picked up smoking again after quitting for oh lets say 12 hours.  Nasty habit, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YUCK&lt;/span&gt; but it helps me to be sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113640959240618822?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113640959240618822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113640959240618822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113640959240618822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113640959240618822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2006/01/7-days-and-counting.html' title='7 days and counting!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113581404487475511</id><published>2005-12-28T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:54:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mexican Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone had a happy and safe holiday!  I went down to the motherland for Christmas. &lt;a href="http://gotosonora.com/agua-prieta-son-mx.htm"&gt;Sonora, Mexico&lt;/a&gt;.  Most of Edwin's family is still there and it's usually tradition to spend it in Mexico because the Christmas spirit is so strong down there, at least that's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1305.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1305.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edwin's aunt's Christmas tree was so beautiful, it was all gold, cream and white with beautiful ornaments.  I don't really like angels, but this angel in particular caught my eye and I had to take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1286.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1286.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edwin's god daughter, Nicole received her first scrapbook kit made for kids.  That's my girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1275.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1275.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We usually take family photos every Christmas but this year nobody felt like it.  Boy was I pissed, I had my camera ready so I could take lots of photos of the family and nobody wanted to participate.  I thought I was the Grinch.  This is the only photo of Edwin and I together.  Dude, I don't know what was wrong with my hair that day.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1281.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Edwin's little sister and her adorable puppy....Goofy.  The dog kept peeing on the carpet in the house so they decided to put a diaper on the dog to keep the house clean.  That dog is a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1266.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1266.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a pinanta (I think that's how you spell it) this year.  Nicole had the first shot at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1296.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1296.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edwin's Dad acting like a goof, he never lets me take pictures of him until now.  I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I usually spent Christmas with Edwin's family since my family doesn't celebrate it and Edwin's family live for this holiday.  It's nice to see family together, laughing and enjoying one another.  Christmas isn't a big deal for me because I feel you can give presents to one another anytime of the year.  I'm not a scrooge or anything I just don't get into it too much unless it consists of tamales and menundo, mmmmmm!!!  And I actually didn't get to have any tamales or menundo in Mexico, we had turkey and stuffing instead.  What the heck, I just had that in November for Thanksgiving, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everybody has a safe and happy new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113581404487475511?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113581404487475511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113581404487475511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113581404487475511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113581404487475511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/12/mexican-christmas.html' title='A Mexican Christmas'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113519920439437942</id><published>2005-12-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:27:03.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Exposure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edwin and I just got back from a trip up north to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.flagstaff.com/"&gt;Flagstaff&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.visitsedona.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.visitsedona.com/"&gt;Sedona&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.grandcayon.com/"&gt;Grand Canyon&lt;/a&gt;.  We were lucky to stay at the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.fairfieldflagstaffresort.com/"&gt;Fairfield Resor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; in Flagstaff for free all due to Edwin's co-worker thanking him for all his help at work.  This pic was taken on the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://grandcanyonrailway.com/"&gt;Grand Canyon Railway&lt;/a&gt;, an actual train that takes you to the Grand Canyon from Williams, AZ. It was a beautiful 2-hour trip to the Canyon, lots of trees and wildlife to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1094.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1094.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this pic of our view from our balcony in our townhouse we stayed in while in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this pic of Edwin looking over the ridge at the Grand Canyon, this was his first trip to the Canyon. He's been in AZ almost his whole life and has never been up north of Phoenix, how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the Grand Tour at the canyon, 3-hour tour around the south rim which included a buffet. I'm so glad we picked this tour because it was just too cold to walk around the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this pic because you can actually see down to the bottom of the canyon and see the Colorado River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edwin and I enjoying the Grand Canyon, people were not scrapbook friendly on our tour so I had to take this pic myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We shivering so bad in this pic, had to include it. Like I said before the people on our tour weren't scrapbook friendly so I had to take this pic myself, that's why these pics aren't the greatest, but they will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113519920439437942?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113519920439437942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113519920439437942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113519920439437942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113519920439437942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/12/northern-exposure.html' title='Northern Exposure'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113445172761824837</id><published>2005-12-12T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:34:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>copy cat</title><content type='html'>i don't mean to be a copy cat but i couldn't stand the way my blog looked. need to spice things up in my life, need to be myself, let the real me out and not be afraid of what others might be saying. i guess i'm being melodramatic, but i need to speak my inner thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason for this post is that there are so many blogs in black and when i decided to do this type of journaling my first pick for the blog background was black. decided to change it to polka dots&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;because i didn't want all the other scrappers out there to think i was copying them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. well, that was stupid to do because why should i care, right? . see i always go with plan b instead of plan a because i don't want anyone to be upset with me. i'm too passive at times and tend to please others and not myself, finally realizing this as i had some time to gather up my thoughts from the hellacious week i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm realizing that we take life for granted, life is too short,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm almost 30&lt;/span&gt;, and that i really haven't been standing up for myself and being myself. so for all of you out there that might think i'm a copy cat, i'm not, i'm just trying to be me and trying to get use to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113445172761824837?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113445172761824837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113445172761824837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113445172761824837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113445172761824837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/12/copy-cat.html' title='copy cat'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113441661492306833</id><published>2005-12-12T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:44:34.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Sanchez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM1020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so sad that when there is a emergency in the family everybody decides to get together to visit. My grandma broke her leg on Tuesday, so it's been hell on earth this week. Family coming down from the valley to Tucson(2-3 hour drive for some) relaying all the important messages to family, missing work for a week, getting new furniture delivered, family in and out of my house (I live the closest to where my grandma is staying) shopping for the holidays and everybody's birthdays, late nights and early mornings, I'm EXHAUSTED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this picture of me and grandma in Rehab. I can't believe she allowed me to take this pic, cause she's a stubborn woman, but I love her. She's a riot!!!! She loves to crack up jokes, play her scratch bingo cards, gamble (she's a hustler, she won a Harley Davidson a few months back) and give lots of hugs and kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113441661492306833?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113441661492306833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113441661492306833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113441661492306833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113441661492306833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/12/grandma-sanchez.html' title='Grandma Sanchez'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113354080044395110</id><published>2005-12-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:22:14.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM0986.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM0986.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks okay, nothing wrong with this picure, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM0987.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM0987.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then this happens, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Holy Shit!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  This always freaks me the hell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That damn pilsbury dough boy!!!!  But seriously, why do they have to package biscuits this way?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone ever freak out about opening these damn cans? I do. For as long as I can remember, I've been terrified that it's going to explode in my face.  I usually have Edwin open them for me.  I think this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of the things that scare me the most.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're probably thinking why the hell do I keep buying these things? They taste good and I don't have to make biscuits from scratch. I'm not to keen on cooking, it's not that I hate it, I'm just not good at it and I have to do all the cooking cause Edwin doesn't no how, so I buy the quickest and easiest food to prepare. It's all about time management, right? Well as long as its semi healthy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Decided to make dinner for my dear Edwin last night because I felt like I've been ordering take-out too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113354080044395110?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113354080044395110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113354080044395110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113354080044395110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113354080044395110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/12/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap!!!!!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113346497820332607</id><published>2005-12-01T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:22:58.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LAST HOORAH!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe she finally left us.  Betsy always talked about how she was going to leave AZ to go back to Texas, we all thought she was pulling our leg but she did it on Nov. 9th.  I had 4 crazy, stressfull, and fun years with that girl.  She's been there for all the major events in my life: school, engagement, my wedding, my first home, the list goes on.  Just received an email from her on Monday so I thought I'd share these pics.  I really miss her, she by far is the funniest and craziest girl I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM0889.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last group photo ever , Marissa, Me, Betsy and Breanna.  The Dream Team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM0896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pic because I threw on a stethoscope just to "FIT&lt;br /&gt; IN".  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM0900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM0900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye, you crazy goof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113346497820332607?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113346497820332607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113346497820332607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113346497820332607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113346497820332607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-hoorah.html' title='A LAST HOORAH!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113319788431715953</id><published>2005-11-28T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:12:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you Steph!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/Me%20and%20Steph%202.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/Me%20and%20Steph%202.10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the funniest pictures in the world, well it is to me at least. This picture must have been taken in 1985 in Globe, AZ. Steph and I were so excited that it snowed, see in AZ it's a miracle from God to see snow, that I begged my parents to take us so we could play in it. Steph's a reall goofball and it was her idea to make a snow woman instead of your typical snowman. Can't you see the bulging boobs? That was a fun day but everyday growing up with Steph was a blast. I MISS YOU DEARLY MY FRIEND!!!!! Sorry I couldn't see you this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113319788431715953?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113319788431715953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113319788431715953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113319788431715953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113319788431715953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-ones-for-you-steph.html' title='This one&apos;s for you Steph!!'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113319381035230443</id><published>2005-11-28T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T09:59:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought the holidays were suppose to be cheerful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;First off, Thanksgiving sucked. Again my wonderful husband (with sarcasim in my voice) went to Mexico to have Thanksgiving with his family while I went to my parents for the holiday. I got out of work that morning around 8 ish and traveled 45 minutes to my house, packed and drove another 45 minutes to my parents. I had a really good time with my parents and my aunt from Tucson also showed up. It was a very quiet and relaxing day, except that I was sleep deprived but what's new. Later that night after a nap I drove home so I could get up early for the shopping sales, instead I woke up with a cold around 4:30 a.m. I slept all day because I was to work that night but our unit got shut down for the weekend so I didn't have to go to work. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband suprised me Friday night and came home early, see I thought he was going to come home on Sunday, so I guess he's not so bad after all. Of course, it gets better, he said "let's go to San Manuel" and of course I wasn't feeling good and that's not my favorite place in the world, but I thought I would be nice and go along for the ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I was going to be off for work for a few days and instead there was a huge brawl at Bea's (a local bar) and one of our friends got his ass kicked so hard he passed out and we had to sternal rub him to wake up, he lost consciousness for about 10 minutes. This guy punched him in the face so hard, he fell face first onto my chair. My nurse mode kicked into gear automatically and my attention was on my friend, but when you have all these drunk ass people telling YOU what to do and shoving you out of the way, the bitch mode comes into play. So in the end I really didn't get to do much for my friend but he was okay, he took off after the guys that kicked his ass. It's actually now a funny story, or you just had to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Saturday morning feeling worse than I did the day before (no, I didn't drink) so I made my husband take me home and all I did was sleep. I missed my dear friend this weekend all due to a nasty cold. I haven't seen Steph in almost 2 years, so when I heard of her coming down for T-giving I was enthused. I had it all planned out to go see her on Saturday at her parents, but my cold got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113319381035230443?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113319381035230443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113319381035230443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113319381035230443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113319381035230443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-thought-holidays-were-suppose-to-be.html' title='I thought the holidays were suppose to be cheerful?'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19201435.post-113264496598243949</id><published>2005-11-22T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:48:22.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/HPIM0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/320/HPIM0981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;My blog went on the fritz a few weeks ago and now I'm back to square one. I had some cute random photos up but when I went into my template to add links I lost all  the work I had completed, I got so pissed off that I took this photo. That's me kicking the @#$% out of my computer. he he :) Anyways I had to start from scratch, lets see how long it's going to take me to screw this one up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19201435-113264496598243949?l=monicasharpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/feeds/113264496598243949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19201435&amp;postID=113264496598243949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113264496598243949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19201435/posts/default/113264496598243949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicasharpe.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square one.'/><author><name>monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08916207493770443806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1028/1896/1600/2-6-2006-008_edited.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
