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i havent really been doing too much this weekend. drove to st augustine and took some pictures while in search of a place to eat. at the flea market they had two tigers on display for donations and pictures. i thought that they were really beautiful and well taken care of. They have torn down the old bridge for safety reasons that allowed passage to the island in st augustine, which is sad, because it was a really beautiful structure, now there is this huge metal thing that looks really out of place in the harbor. as for the family we are all doing good. the pregnancy is progressing rapidly and new years eve is closer everyday:P

much love to all of my friends. enjoy the remainder of your weekend!

 

My dear people who contacted me, Life has been much better--Thank you for your encouraging words. I think something inside of me changed so that I wasn't so concerned anymore. I hung out with people yesterday and found a guy I knew before was also feeling as lonely as I was. Today since everyone else went to Belfast, I went around Dublin all on my own--Very confidence building. I got asked for advice or directions several times today... I think it's because tourists aren't wondering around at 830 in the morning. I was able to see the things I wanted to see on my own pace. I went to the library because that was teh first thing open this morning of the things I wanted to see. Then I went back to the National Museum and I was the FIRST person not associated with the museum to have seen it. As a Classicist I became quite excited. There were textiles. Paddington, this next story is filled with ironies. I went to St. Michan's Church--Probably one of the creepiest churches I have ever been in but it was fun in sort of a morbid way. No one goes on tours there. NO one. So I go in, pay my entrance fee get my guidebook and then am told that the guide will collect the tour from in the Church to the VAULTS... What??? I signed up for this? There was a guy in the church when I went in so I just minded my own business. I enjoyed some of the things in the church like the Eagle lecturn or the Red alter cloth. Then the tour guy comes. He's an older fellow with a creepy laugh. He takes us down these steep steps and says mind your head. As I was the only female, the guide was sure to give me extra warnings. There are spiderwebs all over and covered in dust. We proceed down the vault hall and stop at one and there are four mummified bodies lying there in open coffins. The tour guide laughs about how "the coffins weren't made for you. You were made for the coffins." one of the guys was so large he was cut off at the knees and his legs put under him. I saw the bog people... I can handle this. I ask questions trying to keep my cool around this extreeemly morbid event. "You can touch his hand if you want" Uh... I'll stay out here. The other guy and the tour guide walked in the cramped vault and stood over the bodies and touched the hand. OHHHH... Then we go down another vault and one is guarded by four skulls. "they were there when we found it and none of us are touching them." Yum? Then two brothers who were killed for thier part in the 1798 Rebellion--Drawn and quartered--are down the "hall" So we visited them. Their coffins were intact and so it wasn't as creepy. They even have Wolf Tone's Death mask... Coolness. We climb out. Ask a couple more questions and then say goodbye. The other guy and I start talking as we are proceeding down the street. It turns out we are going to the same place. Collins Barracks. Coolness... I have company.

My wife and I recently visited my son in Tampa and while there, went to the Beach at St. Petersburg.

The trip was predicated by the urging of friends fascinated with the beauty of the water and the brilliant white sand, which was in fact, as white as driven snow.

The problem we faced at the beach was parking.... There was plenty of parking and signs everywhere that read; (Pay for parking when leaving). We parked and looked around for someone or perhaps a building that would house a ticket booth or place to get a ticket to park... Nothing was in sight, so we began walking down the beach enjoying the view when I saw a strange miniature ATM looking machine in a bull rush about 100 yards south of where we had parked. Curious, I walked up to the machine ( just for fun ) to see what or why it was there.

I said to my wife; It's a parking ticket machine I think..... She replied; Your too late !! I looked back toward our car that we had left only two minutes before, and there was a huge police officer (meter man)???????

He was at least 6'8", 300 lbs riding this tiny little 4 wheeler... It was funny, I had to laugh.

I then realized he was writing a ticket to place on our vehicle. I started yelling and he acted as though he did not hear me. He placed the ticket on the car, mounted his steed and hit the gas.... No wonder they use a giant !!!

A smaller man wouldn't last a day, some one would pound him into the asphalt.

So, it’s twenty dollars for a parking infraction and the price of a stamp to park at ST. PETE Beach.

Despite the cheap tricks, St. Pete beach is one of a kind.

 

 

So it's been a while since I have blogged.  Haven't been doing to much.  Just working and realizing all the crap I should be doing at home and haven't had a chance to do.

 

I didn't do shit for St. Patty's day.  I am a Celtic Pagan and part Irish American.  Why in the Good Goddess Bridget would I celebrate a Christian Saint desimating a good majority of a culture and way of life just because his religion and he didn't approve of it.  And the man gets called a "Saint" for wipping out the Irish Pagans and anyone who so much hung on to their culture and tradations.  In my opinion, St. Paddy there is rotting in the Otherworld enduring pure torture and NOT in the Christian Heaven!  It is no less then what he would deserve; rotting in pain!  I didn't wear green.  I didn't wear a pin that said "kiss me I'm Irish", I didn't cook anything cornbeefy.  And I didn't go out drinking the "green beers".  I look dayum good in any green and I have green hazel eyes that from a distance look dark and up close look light!  A gift from my Irish/French mother!  Anyone who dared tried to pinch me this past Saturday got their hands slapped and told the hell off just because I didn't wear green.  Ppl really need to realize that NOT everyone on this Earth celebrates every holiday even if they are that specific culture.

 

On to other news, Randy is adjusting to his new job okay.  The kids are now in a more settled routine now that I am on my actual shift and my dad is still being a spoiled lazy ass on occasion, but over all things are going okay.  I am still struggling to get a handle on the whole full time mom thing and full time working mom thing and combining them.  My house is okay.  Randy and the kids got the law smacked down on them over helping me keep the house up.  But Randy is still no help on keeping the bills paid up, the appointments in line, and the kid taxi running.  Okay he occasionaly takes them up the lane to the bus, it is still to chilly in the mornings for them to walk up the lane. 

 

I love being back to work.  Still nto sure if I like having to dress up for work though.  It's a call center over all, it's not like the customer's see us or anything!  But it gave me an excuse to actually spend some money not only on clothes (nice clothes) but also getting my hair done.  I look dayum good anymore!  I am still hit and miss on putting make up on.  I have never been one for war paint as I call make up.  I perfer my skin healthy vs blemished!  I have enough moles, chicken pox scars, various other injury scars, and highschool zit craters that I don't need anymore!  I have pretty clear skin and always have had pretty clear skin.  All my teenage scaring I consider marks of charater and add beauty to my face.  I was a lucky one in school........very few zits and very few zit craters.

 

That is about it for now.  Oh I did go out on my first Friday off!  My friend Teri took me out to a new Mexican place that recently popped up in the city before we made our way home.  Great food for a decent price!  Then she took me to a clothing place called Catos.  You see them next to any Walmart!  I love it!  I spent 49 bucks and got; two blouses, a skirt, a pair of black slacks, and a bra to go under one of the blouses.  The only thing I paid full price on was the dayum bra!  Then this last Saturday, my second day off, one of my co workers at Gateway is only working htere under docs orders to get off of her feet, she is a beautician and she did my hair for me!  I got my first perm in over 12 years!  It looks fabulous!  Since highschool I have kept my hair free of all product and perm chemical and only occasionaly dying it.  When your hair is naturaly multi colored like your eyes you get a tad bit sic of the 3-4 layers of color!  Plus my hair loves chemical on it....grows so much faster.  I am on my second day of not washing it and by tonight I am washing my hair finally.  I am not like some other ladies that have to wait the 3-4 days after the perm to wash it.  My hair takes curls and holds perms up to two years in a shot.  Randy isn't sure if he likes the new me!:D

 

I have dropped 23 lbs (now down to 197) from december till now and dropped about a size and half in clothing!  Yay me!  Before I had kids I was a size 10 after kids and not knowning what hte hell was going on before I was dignoised with Type 2 Diabetes, I was up to an 18 at my heaviest (220).  Now I am between a 16 and a 14 womans.  If I go to the misses section I am in a misses 18 which is fine with me cause there is a difference in misses 18 and a woman's 18!:D  A misses 18 is more like a womans 14/16.   So here I am loosing weight and inches, still looking my hot MILF self only better, dressing a lot nicer due to work, and now getting my hair done!  Next on the list to pamper myself is getting a manicure and pedicure done!  After my sister, mom, and I go shopping in Omaha this up coming Saturday!