tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53891883818651481012023-11-15T23:33:31.225-08:00Uncelebrated WenchHey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-38195000328343568182014-07-28T17:35:00.003-07:002014-07-28T17:35:48.893-07:00Lack there of, <div style="text-align: center;">
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It's been a minute since I posted in this dear blog of mine.</div>
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As most of you may be well aware, </div>
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I stay busy..</div>
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All the time..</div>
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But a random thought I had tonight</div>
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After a recent battle with, for lack of a better word, lack of sexy times...</div>
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It's safe to say I felt exactly like this girl.</div>
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Ahh the things we go through some times..</div>
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Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-80954082315265323212013-05-03T08:15:00.000-07:002013-05-03T08:15:04.406-07:00In need of a reminder ... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can sit and say over and over again that you're suppose to always remember how beautiful you are and that you're always beautiful. No matter what.<br />
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It's times like these when I myself forget to remember these things. When I sit and just can't see past all that's blocking said beauty.<br />
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Never mind the fact that the person in your life you'd think would remind you of this has shunned the thought himself.<br />
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It's times like these when I sit and go .... So this is the payback I get for all that bad shit I've done in my life.<br />
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Damn ..<br />
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Karma really is a bitch isn't she? Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-6211182137764370892013-03-19T06:32:00.001-07:002013-03-19T06:32:49.262-07:00Will it be OK?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I find myself reliving the moment she let go of her life</div>
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It's so hard to bear. </div>
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So hard to stand this life without her in it. </div>
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I can't help but fear I failed you ...<br />
That day when you made me aware of the lump,<br />
I didn't flip and send you out to the Dr then.<br />
I let you tell me that some other procedure was more important.<br />
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I failed you ..<br />
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Now you're gone ...<br />
I won't get to see you again,<br />
I won't get to call you<br />
talk to you<br />
visit with you<br />
show you my new hair color..<br />
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I've failed you ..<br />
I know that I have<br />
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Had I not failed,<br />
you may still be here with me.<br />
<br />Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-36315014915727930032012-10-12T08:30:00.001-07:002012-10-12T08:30:25.195-07:00You're beautiful<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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"You are beautiful"<br />
Are there any better words?<br />
Any words that could make you feel better?<br />
Make you feel loved..<br />
If only for a moment?<br />
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How about I love you...Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-76075966338333420702012-08-21T19:23:00.002-07:002012-08-21T19:23:34.368-07:00....alone....<br />
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Realizing I have no one, <br />
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I need someone. Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-30397253783382383302012-08-15T08:00:00.001-07:002012-08-15T08:00:32.775-07:00No more secrets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I deleted my private blog today, the place I would go where no one knew my name.</div>
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The place where those friendly folks had not a bad word to say to me.</div>
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Not a frown on their faces.</div>
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A place where they to had some bad things to say that maybe they didn't want people to know.</div>
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I decided I didn't need this place anymore.</div>
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I realized it's not my style to hide behind a name.</div>
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I behind a faceless image. </div>
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It's not my style.</div>
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I'm better than that</div>
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I don't need the secret life anymore.</div>
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I simply need ME.</div>
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I think I'd found <i>happy </i>recently</div>
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I think it's something I don't think I need</div>
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For many a reason</div>
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I don't think that was the <i>happy </i>for me. </div>
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I think I just need me</div>
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I think I've lost <i>me</i></div>
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I think I'm going to work on bringing her back, because I miss her. </div>
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Tired ..... of being....</div>
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-UW</div>
Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-22258478718893601312012-07-25T18:55:00.000-07:002012-07-25T18:55:29.673-07:00Another Hollywood Cheater,It saddened me today to hear the news that the lovely Kristen Stewart was caught cheating on Rob Pattz. Made me little heart break a little, I always thought they were a cute couple. <br />
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What pissed me off was that she was cheating on Rob Pattz. Damn he is hawt and to make it all worse she was cheating with a married man. ::shakesmyhead:: <br />
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He is pretty darn hawt though. I get it! <br />
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Best of wishes to all those involved, some counselor somewhere will be making some money on this one. Marriage Counseling among other things? Jack Nicholson can put on his Anger Management face and handle those who can't control their selves. <br />
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I think we can all say we've felt like saying this once or twice. Though I honestly don't think I've ever delivered breakfast to any bed. Nor have I ever received any breakfast in bed. Sounds like extra work to me. Because when it's over you know the bed is all crumby. You'll have to clean that shit all up.<br />
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Have a great weekend and keep that bed clean!Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-46745634773924824502012-06-08T07:26:00.002-07:002012-06-08T07:26:46.664-07:00Go ahead, love everybody!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm pretty sure we all get to the point on occasion (every day for me). Where you'd love nothing more than to punch most people in the face.<br />
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Maybe I'm a different kind of woman, but most people piss me off. Daily! Pretty much all people on the list there.<br />
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But how can you not appreciate something funny on a Friday! I know I do. I refuse to let the world bother me too much today. It's Friday you know and I plan to spend the night with a group of my favorite ladies. Finally!Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-61749902909859107592012-05-16T11:58:00.002-07:002012-05-16T11:58:20.717-07:00They're right, it's not just a pink ribbon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Was introduced to this project the other day while reading a blog of a lovely blogger. It's a project for raising awareness of breast cancer. I fell in love instantly, the bravery and heart of these young survivors. It makes me realize this is just a small bump in the road for Mom. She's as brave as these women and young women. She's as strong, stronger than anyone I've ever known.<br />
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Take a few minutes and check out his site. Keep in mind, it's a beautiful masterpiece but my also be inappropriate for all viewers.<br />
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So some months ago I decided I would inquire with my lady friends on this new thing I'd never heard of before. Now keep in mind I'm typically the last one to know about shit. lol. One day it's just in my face and I'm like Oh look at this new shit. That's awesome!! So I remember to google this product, called soft cup. I'd received a coupon in the mail or at the grocery store one day and was like, what the frak is this "<i>soft cup" </i>about? I'd no idea. Lost and forgotten I finally remembered to ask my friends. A few of them who'd heard of it or a similar product praised the HELL OUT OF IT! I mean they love it and a few of them were more in love with the idea that it's <i>"better for the environment" </i>. So let's do this thing, shall we?!<br />
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It's <i>"A unique, prove advancement in period protection"</i> <- I agree with this, because it's definitely an advancement for those who are patient. I will admit the first few times I tried it. Hell my first month of using it. I was ready to "toss the piece of shit out the window" <- My exact words. It frustrated me to no end. I hated insertion and removal. It was disgusting to "mess" up everything including myself. Gawd it was awful. It took me multiple attempts to get it inserted properly. Don't misunderstand ladies, it really takes dedication to get the hang of this thing. Or at least it did for me.<br />
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<li>It's safe for 12 hours, unlike the tampons</li>
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<li>"Softcup loves making love..." That's right ladies, they've designed this shit so we can have clean sex while Aunt Flo is in town. All these years and they finally get that shit right? </li>
<li>It's "comfortable". You really can't feel it when it's inserted. </li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #525253; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">"Softcups have no wings, no strings . . . just freedom!</span> " <-I pretty much love that catch phrase also.</li>
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I will say it's not as bad or scary as it seems. I know at first I was like, ehh... I'm soooo familiar with my tampons. I've been doing it for what seems like a lifetime. I <i>know </i>what to expect. Of course you're going to have some leakage when you do it wrong, it's going to suck making a mess while removing and inserting, but when you realize you haven't had to hit the bathroom and go through the <i>change</i> for a whole 12 hours. Yea. I love it. </div>
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There ya have it, my first product review. How'd I do? Check out <i><a href="http://www.softcup.com/">softcup</a></i></div>
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I heard your voice today</div>
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only in my head.</div>
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My messages made it your way</div>
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It was good to know you're still there</div>
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You're still thinking of me</div>
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You still remember me too.</div>
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I miss you still,</div>
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for as long as you're gone.</div>
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I'll miss you until I see you again</div>
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Till I hear your voice,</div>
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till I hear your laugh</div>
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Thinking of you always</div>
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Miss you until next time.</div>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-49156278575245595292012-05-10T07:53:00.002-07:002012-05-10T07:53:05.919-07:00Why have you gone?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I miss you, miss you so much.</div>
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I hate that you're gone.</div>
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No where in my sight.</div>
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I see you in my mind, smiling that smile.</div>
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I miss you in my head.</div>
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I miss you now that you're gone.</div>
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I hope to see you again.</div>
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I miss our talks</div>
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I miss YOU.</div>
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I want to sit with you,</div>
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I want to sit on the porch,</div>
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talking about girls,</div>
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smoking cigarettes.</div>
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Talking all the talking we can talk.</div>
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I miss you.</div>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-53376547631863616082012-04-16T13:42:00.000-07:002012-04-16T13:42:49.492-07:00Bad Mommy?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUmYH4-gobFZ4nMnNkrebmjMkpTivPyFr0m9SxDyNjVBctlNtIQdpsN_m7CNR7ew-DbkqJnuNCQ3rkLmx6HpWAAHULXykbNkaWXitjSN4y6OXrNQwHE26cUSO3MSww86vw8PeaLscd1UB/s1600/mommybitch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUmYH4-gobFZ4nMnNkrebmjMkpTivPyFr0m9SxDyNjVBctlNtIQdpsN_m7CNR7ew-DbkqJnuNCQ3rkLmx6HpWAAHULXykbNkaWXitjSN4y6OXrNQwHE26cUSO3MSww86vw8PeaLscd1UB/s320/mommybitch.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
I catch myself at times being a royal bitch. Well I'm typically always a bitch. One way or another, it's just going to happen. I'm at a point in my life where everything pisses me off and with few exceptions everyone pisses me off as well.<br />
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I'm beginning to worry though that some of my ways will rub off on my darling little girl. Ya see I have a lot of...<em>issues</em>. Not in the sense that I'm neurotic or unbalanced or anything.. <br />
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My main thing right now is my weight. Sure I am far from <em>fat</em> as I tend to call myself. But I've blown past my <em>preferred</em> weight. With that I am not comfortable. Few of you followers have read my struggles with my weight issues. What bothers me most is, I'd hate for my daughter to ever say those things. I hate the idea that she could possible develop some eating disorder because of her Mommy's crazyness. <br />
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There I said it... I think I could be slightly crazy. Just a little! <br />
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Then there is of course my cleaning spells. I do it...constantly. If I'm home, I'm cleaning. I don't spend much time sitting on the couch. I don't spend much time being affectionate. That's another issue. Is it bad that my child has or will develop issues with PDA or any form of A for that matter? Am I some how in the wrong for not being an affectionate person? I do hug my child though. It's how I've always been or how I tend to end up anyway.<br />
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It bugs me my child might grow up to be like me.... But why should it?<br />
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I have so many things that scare me, things I hear my child say she doesn't like either. She says she won't go back in the water, because of a "foot in mouth" moment I had the other night. Yea so apparently it never registered with my darling that sharks are in the ocean. Even in Florida. Yea, so now she's got a phobia with that. Just like me. Spiders, snakes, certain foods. Gawd! <br />
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It's a vicious cycle... Isn't it?<br />
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Like we always said, We didn't want to grow up to be like our parents... It's inevitable isn't it. They're going to grow up and be like us...Aren't they? <br />
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I could sit and stress that issue.. But instead I think I will keep being myself and if I see my child reflecting any of my negativity. We set it straight then. Till then I try and keep things to myself, things of the eating and weight issues. <br />
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Till then I will keep being the same old rawking Mommy that I've always been. Because no matter what my issues might be, I'm a good Mom and that's all there is to it!!! Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-25836198097945817382012-04-12T08:52:00.000-07:002012-04-12T08:52:38.874-07:00I'm ready<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1LwidVXgUxI3TP0jRSaJH35i-GUc5C8WFxG4uxvyQoqeFr6l54JfTbme6iMXqbOEamrC90my5YGKkb1wib5liyejk09QtfflGozsqpyqFGB9-oSTWx5sq5jeplaKgOTzsbNLfReEogTz/s1600/untitled2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1LwidVXgUxI3TP0jRSaJH35i-GUc5C8WFxG4uxvyQoqeFr6l54JfTbme6iMXqbOEamrC90my5YGKkb1wib5liyejk09QtfflGozsqpyqFGB9-oSTWx5sq5jeplaKgOTzsbNLfReEogTz/s1600/untitled2.bmp" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">I watched her pass by the mirror</div><div align="center">One last glance to check her shoes</div><div align="center">I'd seen them pass by already</div><div align="center">They were glorious! A deep red, like fresh blood</div><div align="center">Very attractive addition to the silky smooth black and blue dress</div><div align="center">Her short dark hair spiked and ready to go.</div><div align="center">The eyeliner drawn perfectly around those blue eyes</div><div align="center">I look awesome she thought to herself</div><div align="center">Turning with a smile</div><div align="center">It was time to head out for the night.</div>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-52208104737655696302012-03-29T08:00:00.001-07:002012-05-09T19:48:56.384-07:00House work....Again?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When you glare your glare?</div>
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I wasn't ready for this life again.</div>
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I wasn't prepared to wear that apron.</div>
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I didn't sign up for this!</div>
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Yea, probably not!</div><div align="center"></div>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-72575870000688698152012-03-27T19:12:00.000-07:002012-03-27T19:12:49.920-07:00A big F you<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Don't compare me to a fucking cow or a sheep and that I can't abort a dead fetus from my body. Fuck you America and your attacks on my rights as a woman on my rights as an AMERICAN CITIZEN! <br />
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In the words of others, until you have a vagina don't tell me what I can do with mine!<br />
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<em>The news spread the word that they want it to where insurance companies are not covering the cost of women who have abortions or women who take birth control? Not the women, just the abortions and the birth control.</em><br />
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<em>I wasn't aware, are they trying to repopulate the country or something? I had no idea. Count me out though. If they don't want to cover my birth control pills, they make other contraceptives. </em><br />
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<em>Im not proud to admit it, but I've had an abortion. It wasn't the greatest experience. I am PRO CHOICE but I don't think it's right for women and people to take advantage and use this method as birth control. Thats not good on our bodies. For the bible thumpers, their god would not approve. It's murder they will tell you. YOu know the stories. The awful tales...</em><br />
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<em>Ever think about adoption?</em><br />
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<em>Be pro choice, be pro life. Just BE. SMART</em>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-13830278127197682162012-01-18T08:21:00.000-08:002012-01-18T08:21:11.477-08:00It's a housewife you want?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnd0ODRcMi7cTBarQVwNIC5n_zHX_yjIlZY_8UXUuuMfDkV-BKDvxnFducpYR-212UW-lvYt6HaGLRviCxrmxWelONgPxvglvmqQX5E_ilQU3xGimU49w2kzEhkc0aB7d6t_MZ50J3EF0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnd0ODRcMi7cTBarQVwNIC5n_zHX_yjIlZY_8UXUuuMfDkV-BKDvxnFducpYR-212UW-lvYt6HaGLRviCxrmxWelONgPxvglvmqQX5E_ilQU3xGimU49w2kzEhkc0aB7d6t_MZ50J3EF0/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">I'm sitting in this rut.</div><div align="center">I just can't stand it.</div><div align="center">It's making me nuts.</div><div align="center">I look around and it's everywhere.</div><div align="center">It's everything.</div><div align="center">It's something.</div><div align="center">It's nothing!</div><div align="center">Tie the rag in my hair.</div><div align="center">Wrap the apron around my waist.</div><div align="center">I'm taking off these work clothes.</div><div align="center">I'm retiring these work shoes.<br />
I'm planting this ass in this home and never going into the office.<br />
I've stopped being everything.<br />
I stopped when you stopped.<br />
Now I sit in misery, looking around.<br />
The same dusty floors, <br />
the same clothes piled high.<br />
Never a change,<br />
never an exciting world to see.<br />
Always the same house wife TV,<br />
always the same smiling faces.<br />
A face masked by that smile<br />
while underneath they cry and suffer.<br />
Good day world.<br />
Fuck Off!<br />
</div>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-13338373569340932092011-11-27T20:12:00.000-08:002011-11-27T20:12:26.472-08:00Dearest Florence,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeM3P4VNoXFTgndmtMMhvpY-d6voR6dlmfjj8NBjDhVPqSCBu_Qtsd-3xK78wEWjxSd6jDBBnU8cAZ3byggyJEDC_ErNbnn4wx5ZwlHafogtIH92BxBYHiXLGTyelj2v_qDlTHwmV35wwf/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeM3P4VNoXFTgndmtMMhvpY-d6voR6dlmfjj8NBjDhVPqSCBu_Qtsd-3xK78wEWjxSd6jDBBnU8cAZ3byggyJEDC_ErNbnn4wx5ZwlHafogtIH92BxBYHiXLGTyelj2v_qDlTHwmV35wwf/s1600/untitled.bmp" /></a></div>Now I blog one of my favorite women. She's beautiful and her music is lifechanging and breathtaking. Man of you know or have heard Florence and The Machine, for those who haven't. Take time out of your busy schedule and listen to her music. Any of it, I bet you won't be dissappointed. <br />
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<a href="http://precipitatejournal.com/home/2011/11/precipitate-picks-november-16th-22nd/">photo taken here</a>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-9323548599806919532011-11-11T10:31:00.000-08:002011-11-11T10:31:12.063-08:00Ms. Jaime,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyA2sExoeDRaj9080wixt9jJepgiQb4b7Pt9Z4pgFyu9y-VW8-6YHa3k6WhNRlNIYCCmn5xD4aE9DKLtMMSU8WjX0sxbNjexAQmWk0rPe96SWkNEKlK-nv5RSn0Zn3qHJvzpEEJt5z8lAO/s1600/imagesCABRESND.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyA2sExoeDRaj9080wixt9jJepgiQb4b7Pt9Z4pgFyu9y-VW8-6YHa3k6WhNRlNIYCCmn5xD4aE9DKLtMMSU8WjX0sxbNjexAQmWk0rPe96SWkNEKlK-nv5RSn0Zn3qHJvzpEEJt5z8lAO/s1600/imagesCABRESND.jpg" /></a></div>Jaime Pressley's character in My Name is Earl. Of course she has been featured in many a film and shows, but I remember her vividly from My Name is Earl and I believe I fell in love with her truly when she beat the hell out of Juliet Lewis's character in the show. It was probably one of the best chick fights I've seen in a while, because there wasn't any scratching and screeching, no hair pulling and biting. They went all out, toe to toe fist throwing fighting like to grown ass men. I loved it. I've loved Juliet Lewis for many a year as well, she was awesome in Natural Born Killers which just so happens to be one of my favorite movies, if not all time favorite, again, she threw down in that movie, kicked anyone and every ones ass she could. It was <strong>awesome</strong>.<br />
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No, I'm not a violent person, I've never once been in a fight and have absolutely no intentions of doing so, but think, how awesome would it be just to kick some mother fucking ass sometimes?!! <br />
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Enjoy, she is my woman of today. Who's yours?Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-32483961073834469782011-10-13T12:23:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:23:02.379-07:00Li Lykke Timotej Zachrisson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iTnBma_DOs14hIC7R4Bjq0p5TAnyJP1yMr-sNm_QmObrNxfn4nwOqUpc65hFpRUo9tLWfVq8NyVcXEkfYXTQI40PCC2vcfK4yFFl-k900omyryb88MVhHqnuau5KdVEsXDLUkb2ZFj34/s1600/imagesCA3ZWVCO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iTnBma_DOs14hIC7R4Bjq0p5TAnyJP1yMr-sNm_QmObrNxfn4nwOqUpc65hFpRUo9tLWfVq8NyVcXEkfYXTQI40PCC2vcfK4yFFl-k900omyryb88MVhHqnuau5KdVEsXDLUkb2ZFj34/s1600/imagesCA3ZWVCO.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Lykke Li was born in 1986, daughter to a musician (father) and photographer (mother).</span></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A Sweedish beauty. I've only recently (the last year or so) fallen in love with the sounds of Lykke's music. Her voice is nothing less than beautiful and her songs sound as though they are full of so much passion and life. I can almost bet any of us can relate to at least one of her songs at some point in life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> On occasion I can listen to her albums over again for weeks at a time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's definitely on my top 5 of music and beautiful women. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Readers, if you haven't gave her a listen yet, do not hesitate any longer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's definitely worth the jam!</div><br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lykke_Li">(more info here)</a>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389188381865148101.post-59713355872516517852011-09-07T18:48:00.000-07:002011-09-07T18:48:38.972-07:00Barrymore, Drew<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97TGKEVbwNv7tHg4Wne-gOHzNkpd42t_T17cMR07K72-BjO34jAY1gjQVI3IC135j_Tcyk8QsYR0OI_6OKMWnEtHrWsCL0bOcM9ozSBZxAy7MabMzlDEsy4co9mJXd-tfBGr4ffLsZcan/s1600/drew-barrymore-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97TGKEVbwNv7tHg4Wne-gOHzNkpd42t_T17cMR07K72-BjO34jAY1gjQVI3IC135j_Tcyk8QsYR0OI_6OKMWnEtHrWsCL0bOcM9ozSBZxAy7MabMzlDEsy4co9mJXd-tfBGr4ffLsZcan/s400/drew-barrymore-6.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><div class="quoteText">"I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness." <br />
— <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/33117.Drew_Barrymore"><span style="color: #666600;">Drew Barrymore</span></a> </div><div align="center"></div>Hey Monkey Butthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03876011642278169652noreply@blogger.com0