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Happiness is family! And your silly crazy kids because of the way they communicate with you! Scenerio #1: Last night Annequin and I are cuddling and watching Dreamgirls when he says, "mom will you serve me some cereal?" Me: "Ask your daddy, baby, he's downstairs." Annequin: *hesistates then says: Yeah, but mommy.. I want YOU to do it!" Me: "Why? Daddy is downstairs, and I'm too lazy" Annequin: *with a pleading look says, "yeah, but it tastes better when YOU serve it because you serve it with a little bit of love!" Me: laughs and says, "It tastes the same no matter who serves you." Annequin: *we're watching Hannah Montana and the dad pours the son some cereal and so Annequin says, "Nuhu! LOOK see how he pours it? With NO LOVE! Mommies always pour their kids cereal with LOVE and it makes it taste better." Me: *melts like always, gets up and serves him his cereal. this of course makes him happy because he got what he wanted. The thing is, I actually believe that he means it. Moms DO pour their kids cereal with a little bit of love, don't we? That's why it always tastes better!
Scenerio #2 My friend Crystal sends me a Christmas present. Two ornaments and a box of my favorite chocolate, TURTLES. Unfortunately, they are also Big Mickey's favorite chocolates. Last year, my friend Debbie sent me a box for my birthday and all I got to do was smell the box, basically. I woke up the next day and guess what? ALL GONE. Yup. So this year, I wake up and Big Mickey says, "Hey mommy. Let's play a game!" He decides to play hangman. Here are the results. Hmmmm IMAGINE THAT????
hahahahha TERDLS? Oh wait, you mean TURTLES???? hahah... ok ok OK Bad mom for laughing. Isn't that what we have kids for though? For our own amusement? hee. HEY wait a minute? Who REALLY won this game anyways???
The thing about Vegas is that there is so much to do it's NON STOP FUN! I've had such a hard time trying to pick what adventures to share with you and what pictures to post. Where should I start? Well, let's try from the beginning. Here's Teen Barbie's and mine traditional picture of us drinking *ummm... sodas in the back seat on the way to Vegas.
See this is us last year doing the same thing.
- As soon as we got there we stopped at Gardunios and had a light lunch and some drinks. Cabana Boy ordered a Pina Colada. The server naturally assumed it was for ME and I giggled and pointed at him. No ma'am. The BEER is mine, the fruity drink is for the man. I don't know WHY we think it's funny but we do. Moving on.... That evening Mr. Twinkie and I met up with another couple for dinner at Smith and Wollinsky where I had the biggest Prime Rib EVER! It was so big I was almost embarrassed. Well, kinda embarrassed but mostly I thought it was funny. I felt like I was Betty Rubble from the Flinstones or something. ha. Not only did WE think it was funny, so did the few tables around us. The Prime Rib was half my size, GEEZ! OK I exaggerate. Maybe not? Judge for yourself, folks!
On the way the restaurant something kinda crazy happened to us. We took a cab, right? Well at first when the cab driver asked us where we were going he said he'd have to drop us off at the casino across the street. My friends asked him if he could please drop us off in between the two casinos, since it was closer. He said, "no, sorry. It's illegal for me to drop you off like that. I have to drop you in designated areas." We said OK! No biggie! All of a sudden the cabbie STOPS. In the UN-designated area. An alley of some sort? And says, "OK QUICKLY! JUMP OUT! QUICKLY!" At first we're like, "COOL! He's saving us a bit of a walk." Then we smelled it. THE FART FROM HELL! We start asking each other, "DUDE was that YOU?" They all got out of the car first. I was the last one in. My door wouldn't open. Oh MY Gaaaah! I thought I was gonna pass out! "HURRY UP MR. TWINKIE," I gasped, "get out.. GET OUT!!!" He takes his sweet time. I struggled to breath and gather my stuff and jump out as soon as possible when he says it again, "GET OUT! HURRY! WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!" I said, "OMG! Was that YOU?" He says, "YES AND IT'S A WET ONE PLEASE GET OUT FAST!" I trip over myself trying to get out as soon as possible and tell the others what he said. We had the best belly laugh after that. I don't know WHY we think farts are so funny? But we do. The next few pictures are of my friends at I at the Ghost Bar where Mr. Twinkie and I tried to take a sexy/romantic picture outside but it was so damn cold and windy that we didn't stay out there very long.
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The following group picture was taken at the Wynn Casino where we witnessed either the funniest thing or the saddest. This man and this boy (about 7 years old? Maybe and older looking 5 year old?) were going up the escalator. Well, apparently the kid had never been on one so he panicked and started screaming and trying to walk down the stairs/escalator. Of course it's moving faster than he can walk so he keeps ending up on the same third step. In the meantime the dad is laughing his ass off. We giggled a little at first like, "awww how cute! His first experience with the escalator." But later we thought, "you know, that's kinda effed up, us laughing at the poor little traumatized child." and we felt soooo guilty that we decided to stop at the bar and drown our guilt over a few cocktails. - - After the Pina Colada and Coronas (the pina coladas were not even close to being as good as the ones at Gardunios at the Palms) we walked around a bit more, considered having a $20 sandwich for lunch at this fancy deli for about five minutes until I realized they were SERIOUS and quickly blurted out, "I don't even LIKE sandwiches. So if I have to force one down my throat I'd rather it NOT cost $20.00" and we moved on. But not before Cabana Boy proudly proclaimed after coming out of the bathroom that he "Took handled his business in the same place as millionaires have." and took a picture of it for my blog. Gotta love your friends right?
The next few pictures are at Club Moon where we had our V.I.P. table for my 6th anniversary of my 30th birthday. And of course, Teen Barbie's BIG 30!
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I vaguely remember thinking this girl had a lot of confidence in herself. You know, dressing like that, showing off her hot body and then getting up on side and dancing like that.
- Turns out there was more than one ... and they get paid to do that. Go figure. ha.
- This picture here pretty much sums up my overall mood that weekend! -
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OK well that pretty much is our Vegas adventure 2007. I have a gazillion more pictures but I won't bore you. oh OK OK! One more picture! This was our very own cocktail waitress. She was AWESOME. And also the reason for my hangover the next day. As soon as she saw our drink half empty THERE SHE WAS pouring another one. Even in between all the pouring of the cocktails.. she still took the time to enjoy our night with us and dance and just have a great time! There were about 24 of us in all and we all did our own thing and hung out together in groups from time to time but Saturday EVERYONE was there and we had BLAST!
Ok, that's really it for now! Hope you enjoyed my Vegas adventures! Happy Holidays! I hope you all have a great new year full of love, family, health and lots of fun! Love you all! ~Twinkie
My son Josh was interviewed for an article in MAS Magazine. He's not the "main story/subject" or whatever but I'm still proud of him! The funny part (TO ME ANYWAYS) about the article is this sentence: When Joshua Rico,17, was handed a shovel and a bag of seeds in his ROC Business Enterprises class, he began to scratch his head. And I'm sure it's only funny to me because I'm his mom. Or maybe it's because I can't get THIS picture out of my mind when I read that. "Wait a minute! I gotta do WHAT now?"
"oh wait, we get to sell it later and make a profit? COOL!"
- Right now he's going to High School in Bakersfield and taking that ROC class. His plans for the future are big. He wants to own his own business. He'll probably start off with the clothing line thing in which him and his partners are doing good at right now. But there's so much more he wants for his future. I guess you can say he's got BIGGER FISH to fry?
And there is no doubt in my mind that all his hard work and dedication to his studies will someday pay off!
I LOVE YOU SON!
My daughter wrote this for her english class. The subject was people that we look up to I thought she did a really great job and wanted to share it with you all. I hope you like it as much as I did! ------------ I was about 7 when my parents found each other. it was just my mom, my brother and I for years until they met. They both worked at the same place. They fell in love the moment they met. And two weeks later they were engaged. Some say it was love at first sight. I say it was fate. I call it fate because not only did it make my mom happy to know that she had finally found her soulmate, but beacuse it introduced me to one of the most beautiful and remarkable woman I have ever met. My grandma, Cynthia Melton. She was the center of my new family and always found a way to bring us all together under one roof. Holidays were just another excuse to reunite the family. Everyone always got birthday cards from her, blood relatives or not with the sginature "LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE." Those that didn't know her could tell that she was a kind woman because she never left the house without a smile on her face. And to her, there was no such thign as a stranger. She helped everybody and talked to just about everyone. She considered most of Porterville to be part of the family no matter who they were. My grandma enjoyed having all the grandkis around. She would do anything for us matter what the situation was. Not a day went by that we didn't see her or get a call from her. Some days she would call just to let us know that she "LOVED US MORE THAN LIFE" and missed us. She spoiled us all, if our parents liked it or not. Never in my life have I met a woman like her. She taught me to never take things for granted, and to enjoy every moment of life. Also that just a simple smile to someone you walk by could make that person's day. Her impact on others as well as myself has lead me to establish a solid outlook on life and it's journeys. The day my grandma drove off to the hospital no one would have ever thougth that was going to be the last goodbye said to her. All the days and hours spent by her bedside praying and hoping she'd wake up were worth every moment. She was worth everything in this world. When we finally came to realize she wasn't coming back to us and that God had other plans for her, we said our real goodbyes. The last thing we would ever say to her. The last time we would ever see her. It's only been a little over a month since she passed away. I can stlll hear her inside my head telling me what's right from wrong. My grandma will always be in my heart as the most respectable woman I've ever known. If I could just talk to her one more time I'd say thanks for everything she's done for this family and for me. So in conclusion to my grandma coming into my life I would have to say that she's changed me as a person. She's taught me to be a friendly and outgoing person just as herself. I am so excited. Tomorrow morning we head out to my (and Teen Barbie's) annual VEGAS BIRTHDAY TRIP! *click here to read about last year's trip. http://www.masbakersfield.c... We don't have much of an agenda other than Thursday night Mr. Twinkie and his friend reserved a table for four for dinner at Smith and Woolinsky. It's a bit pricy but we hear it's totally worth it. I guess we'll have to wait and see, right? Mr. Twinkie and I always make it a point to go to at least ONE nice dinner every time we go to Vegas. I guess you could say it's our very own "tradition." Mr. Twinkie wants to go to the brewery we went to last year for lunch again. But it's not set in stone. The only other thing we have on our FOR SURE list is that Saturday night we reserved a V.I.P table at Club Moon/The Playboy Club at the Palms. That's our birthday celebration night. Other than that it's just WHATEVER. That's the great thing about Las Vegas. There is so much to do that you don't have to worry about running out of things to do or places to see. Mr. Twinkie asked me if there was anything specific that I wanted to do (other than Club Moon) and I really couldn't think of anything other than this: Mr. Twinkie laughed and said, "Well, then... ok! You're easy to please." This of course is directed towards the girl that HAS to go to Vegas for her birthday every year. Heeee! A few months ago my son came home very excited about a project he was involved in for one of his high school classes. He had to go to a City Council meeting, take notes, then write a report about what he heard and how he felt about it. He looked forward to it all week. The day finally came and I was as anxious as he was. I was curious to see what a 17 year old boy would get out of a City Council meeting. Would be bored to tears? Would he think it was lame? Or would awaken his senses and maybe open his eyes to the real world and politics and learn how to make a difference in the real world? Well, this is his report. October 10, 2007 was the first time I ever attended a City Council meeting. Since I had never been to a City Council meeting before I had know idea what to expect. To be quite honest, I was really let down.
Mr. Houghton, my government teacher, told the class that the meeting started at 6:30, so I thought it’d be a good idea to show up a little bit early. I arrived to the meeting around 5:55, and walked into the main room where I received an agenda. The room was packed with students from Ridgeview, and the majority of them were from my 2nd period class.
After receiving my agenda I went up to a one of the officials there where I kindly asked to have my paper signed. After the kind man signed my paper I went and got a good seat.
Considering I had never been to a City Council meeting before, I was eager to expand my knowledge in the world of politics. After all, they are the ones running the city I live in.
I sat there with my pen and paper going over the agenda waiting for the meeting to begin. During my time waiting for the meeting to begin, I happened to look up and see “In God We Trust” on the wall. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw that is “I wonder if someone could complain and get a lawsuit to have ‘In God We Trust’ removed from the room in a lawsuit.” The thought left quickly as the meeting began.
My first impression wasn’t very good. The agenda and Mr. Houghton had said that the meeting would begin promptly at 6:30, and it didn’t begin close to 7 O’clock. I mean after all, these are our City Officials, aren’t they supposed to be professional?
They started off the meeting with a lady taking roll and making sure that all the councilmen were present. To my surprise, when they were done with roll the mayor asked us to stand for prayer.
Prayer??? At a Bakersfield City Council meeting? “No way!” I thought to myself. What ever happened to separation of power and state?
For the past couple of weeks in my government class we’ve been learning about the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and all the freedoms that come with it. One of them is freedom of religion. How could the mayor ask a group of people at a political meeting to stand for prayer? It’s unjust! If it was just a brief prayer saying thanks to lord I could understand, but this was different.
The man who gave the prayer was Pastor Jeff Chandler, from First Presbyterian Church. It was very obvious that the prayer was made from a certain beliefs, and directed towards a certain religion. The separation of church and state has been established for a long time, yet they always seem to intertwine.
Why would the mayor put his thoughts and beliefs on us? Isn’t he the person who should be making sure that this doesn’t happen? I could see how people with different view points or religions could have felt uncomfortable and taken offense to the prayer. After the prayer we said the Pledge of Allegiance and moved on with the meeting. ;
I’d have to admit I was pretty biased throughout the meeting. Before they really talked about any real issues I had made my mind that they were not a reliable source and were unprofessional.
None of the topics they were talked about really had any importance to me and the presentations were quite boring. The first one topic that they touched was about PG&E, and how they were proclaiming October of 2007, as Energy Efficiency Awareness Month.
The people who presented this topic were a group middle aged men and women. They spoke of how we need to flex our power, and how they were giving away 25,000 power efficient light bulbs to the city of Bakersfield.
The next person who presented was a representative of the Highway 99 Tree Planting Committee.
He spoke of how they planned to plant 500 trees along side of Highway 99 in the time period of 5 years. He said that they had already planted 300 trees along side the 99 in the first 2 ½ years. When he was done speaking he thanked the mayor and all the councilmen, and then started thanking all of his sponsors (as if he was asked to thank them publicly knowing that the meeting was being recorded).
After the presentations the meeting continued, but seemed to get more confusing and boring the further along they went. At one point in time there was the opportunity to go speak for 3 minutes about an issue you wish to bring up to the council. In a room packed full of people, it was sad to see just one man with anything to say.
When the meeting had finally come to an end, I felt like not much was accomplished in quest for information about politics. And in the end, after all was said and done, I left with a lower respect of our city Politician’s and how much they really do.
Is anybody almost done with the book? Did you catch the question I asked in my last MAS BOOK CLUB discussion? Did anybody get a chance to see the movie based on the book? I watched it last weekend and WOW! In the end I think there were a group of ladies crying in the back row and then laughing about crying. It was funny. I haven't exactly had a chance to get too far into the book though so I'm curious on your thoughts and questions. At the end of this discussion I will be holding a drawing. Whoever posts a comment about the book will be entered in a drawing for a free book. The book will be whichever book I've picked for the next months discussion! So join in, and have fun! ~Twinkie *On our way to get our Christmas tree this weekend. Setting: 4 miles of windy road towards Balch Park in Springville, above Porterville. We always go to the tree farm up there to pick and cut our own tree. Of course my husband seems to be driving like a maniac and it's scaring me, PLUS it's making me car sick. He says, "Are you okay babe?" then he laughs, because he KNOWS I'm NOT OK. So I tell him, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel a little queasy. But don't worry. If I throw up, I'll just be sure to turn YOUR way." Then I turn towards him and pretend like I'm about to throw up. The kids laugh, I laugh, he laughs. We all laugh at my silliness. Then he continues to drive like a maniac. I guess he didn't really believe me. He should. That's the same road he had to stop about 7 times once on our way to go camping so I could throw up and in between my throw up I was yelling at him, "If you weren't driving like a maniac I wouldn't have to throw up." Of course the fact that I was about 7 months pregnant MIGHT have had something to do with it too. |
