tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363805762024-03-13T11:29:16.983-05:00RaNdOm BullArCkYAsk not WHY I hate society, As what I CAN say to alienate others...Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-79556075928172952342010-03-14T16:59:00.002-05:002010-03-14T17:05:59.272-05:00The G word evokes the F bomb<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sqH06n7FxeLIy27DkHfccPA9-jIo2IyKFZQI1N4EFyGrrx1d1svXYIO0iPoI1YoJLkf1VyS5J4DasHX1zRtVycLqSh_VQranuQUJ4H9cAx7NVocy89PmE-jLsWC2vtK-YxQP/s1600-h/pregnancy_1-741163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sqH06n7FxeLIy27DkHfccPA9-jIo2IyKFZQI1N4EFyGrrx1d1svXYIO0iPoI1YoJLkf1VyS5J4DasHX1zRtVycLqSh_VQranuQUJ4H9cAx7NVocy89PmE-jLsWC2vtK-YxQP/s400/pregnancy_1-741163.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="color: black;">So folks it appears yours truly will be a grandma is 71/2 or so months...</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Hmm.. Me?</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">After the shock and a couple bottles of vodka I am starting to make peace with this. Even feel that twinge of excitement. It is also the the same twinge that makes me feel old in foul swoop. How does this transition come without the big climax (mine not hers. We're not talking about that one.. Eww) but that of such a huge life changing event that happens quietly and swiftly but hits you so hard you would think you had just been donkey punched by Juan Valdez. That moment in which you realize that the days of your youth have been passed on to the next. Like the torch of madness that is motherhood and your days of sugaring the little shit up until it's being peeled off the ceiling have JUST begun.. Paybacks a bitch missy ;D</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Yeah pretty cool..</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">But scaary as hell.</span>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-19122617376524957662010-03-05T10:26:00.011-06:002010-03-06T14:16:01.153-06:00Joose Blues<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2gjzhdOmIzu7su-tK3xcwhn9KwR0Ichxapbzgp-WuoUmv0jKabXxc-8-YLzk5ty8pFKhEf1KsHu5XGhfGmT2enmKHjMwaW-c4YeHKDHTrrDavABMT8XL5T0qM0_kGEGhl1ex/s1600-h/449px-Joose_drink.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445187704717581874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2gjzhdOmIzu7su-tK3xcwhn9KwR0Ichxapbzgp-WuoUmv0jKabXxc-8-YLzk5ty8pFKhEf1KsHu5XGhfGmT2enmKHjMwaW-c4YeHKDHTrrDavABMT8XL5T0qM0_kGEGhl1ex/s320/449px-Joose_drink.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px;" /></a><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: black;"><strong><em><span style="color: black;">Has anyone heard of this shit</span>? In my personal opinion it should be banned. My little story starts out like this.... </em></strong></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"></span></div><br />
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<div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em>Last night my 18 year old daughter came home after drinking some of these. I was almost asleep on the couch when I heard her yelling "Springer" style at her fiance. So..</em></span></div><br />
<div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em>I get up to see what all the racket is about and she can barely stand up. Her fiance' Hunter is trying to make his escape for the night but she goes to swinging, yelling and pulling his hair. He hugs me and apologizes profusely because apparently he knows what this crap does to her.</em></span></div><br />
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<div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em>In my mom way I tell her to calm down, but that just infuriated her to the point she attacks me. (Mind you she is quit a bit bigger than my little scrawny ass). I guess that pissed me off because before I knew it I had her down and punched her. I am not a violent person. I hate it with a passion..</em></span></div><br />
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<div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em>She managed to get a hold of my hair and it took me and my 14 yr old son 20 minutes to get her hands off. I still have the knot to prove it. Every time I would let her up she attacked again. Finally my son called her fiance' to come help. We all had to hold her until finally out of desperation we tied her hands and feet together. Sounds cruel, but she was hallucinating and calling out to people that weren't even here. </em></span></div><br />
<div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em>Now if this stuff can provoke people to blackout violence, Do you think it's safe?!!</em></span></div><br />
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<div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em>I don't think so..</em></span></div><br />
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<div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em>Even the FDA has threatened to ban it</em></span></div><br />
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<div><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"><em>Something has to be done about this. If you literally have to restrain someone after they drink it then somethings very wrong. She has no memory about last nights events.</em></span></div><br />
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<div><span style="color: black;"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: black;">I am going to post a couple of videos of the event</span>, (she's yelling at me) and it is <strong>graphic</strong> so beware. This will clearly illustrate why it is so dangerous. We need to get this off the shelves for the safety of our children who have made it very popular.</span></em></span></div><br />
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EH..</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But what am I doing currently? Blogging.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Somehow I seem to be lost and don't know where to start. I feel like I just walked into a hoarders house and have been told to clean it. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Which by the way.. I have.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">My 18 year old just moved herself, her boyfriend and they're 3 dogs and a bird right back home with Mama. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">These people are complete pigs and have managed to move their filth into the land of OCD. Overwhelmed does not describe it..</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Why did I let this happen??</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>Cuz I'm Stoopid</strong></span>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-55182615995938098652010-03-01T10:21:00.009-06:002010-03-02T12:18:50.379-06:00Day One NYC or why You could get killed riding a train to Brooklyn<span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLe9BpQD-BC2ofVbkad-VsNYLloz9sRDun9pOv3pQIbwaccl-9NaqYU4X_fH4YC0hZ-PtVYfKVv5C5wWfleQVTtHH4C88HfnNU-34gv1Zo6-EldKj3xZi9WtA3sy4latfzbN2S/s1600-h/DSC00745-2.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><em><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443702269118956210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLe9BpQD-BC2ofVbkad-VsNYLloz9sRDun9pOv3pQIbwaccl-9NaqYU4X_fH4YC0hZ-PtVYfKVv5C5wWfleQVTtHH4C88HfnNU-34gv1Zo6-EldKj3xZi9WtA3sy4latfzbN2S/s320/DSC00745-2.jpg" /></em></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><em> We started our journey at the famous Waldorf Astoria. While it is a beautiful place save your money because nothing cheap in this joint. The room was nice but it looked directly at another row of windows so seemed very Rear Windowish.. Thank God for binoculars!</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>The part that got our goat so to speak was " The <strong>Continental Breakfast</strong>"...<br /></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>First off some asian guy said " You sit here" in that oh soo Manhattan tone of get out of here you redneck piece of swine. "The Breakfast" consisted of random muffins, pastries, cheese and fruit. Nothing spectacular.. You know regular shit. We were self pleased and sastiated with their offerings until the bill came... </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>$89.00 Motherf*^ing dollars. Welcome to the Waldorf you texan retards. Enjoy</em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUm5_3MogJnTcAn7epkrzhz_UrX2OYnxGDRzKJRriFrNfAxj-Qag0waDYlYlyMaDHA5eKwY9U6BH9qvUSLxY0dLgdCCF1KLPSxOWe5zQIsaC3E-47AjcgZ16kze1KoX_oVGIvJ/s1600-h/DSC00749-2.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><em><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443706743983201938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUm5_3MogJnTcAn7epkrzhz_UrX2OYnxGDRzKJRriFrNfAxj-Qag0waDYlYlyMaDHA5eKwY9U6BH9qvUSLxY0dLgdCCF1KLPSxOWe5zQIsaC3E-47AjcgZ16kze1KoX_oVGIvJ/s320/DSC00749-2.jpg" /></em></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><em> your soon to be poverty.. </em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em><----- This now what I think of the Waldork Astoria Extortionist Pigs. Hope I clogged your plumbing.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><br /><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>We then wandered Central park which is heaven in the middle of chaos. The views are simply breathtaking and until you see it with your own eyes you cannot understand the magic that it is. For once I was pretty speechless. For a moment.<br /><br /></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>I found the New York Public Library across the way and had to have a look. The arcitecture alone draws me in like a pee brained moth to the flame. I was not disappointed. The attention paid to every detail was simply amazing. They certainly do not care about craftsmanship anymore. It was then I started to understand the magnitude of this city.<br /><br /></em></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfyjw6Lip64G1PfgN8GnUB6CsSjhN9z2BkxD3ExrW0WXvxDyWeQIlqorXYw5k9LPACpMklT55zquJl0UM61b9ybAyi6hzSIqyvdO_vkkEPS2lJCUOlAtPGyys4z2hHfQou4zS9/s1600-h/DSC00777-2.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><em><img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443709313283836338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfyjw6Lip64G1PfgN8GnUB6CsSjhN9z2BkxD3ExrW0WXvxDyWeQIlqorXYw5k9LPACpMklT55zquJl0UM61b9ybAyi6hzSIqyvdO_vkkEPS2lJCUOlAtPGyys4z2hHfQou4zS9/s320/DSC00777-2.jpg" /></em></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><em><br /><br /></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>Deciding we were really hot shit here we decided to brave the subway system. This is why tourists get killed in Harlem. We hoped on what we thought was the train to Coney Island. The farther we got on it we realized the error of our ways. The crowd got rougher and rougher looking until finally we were the looking like a couple of white targets. When the looks start looking at your cameras and purses, the sweats set in. At Euclid ave, in central Brooklyn we got off the sub and turned our happy asses around and headed back uptown. Which turns out to really look safe after surviving the Euclid Deathtrap. Were's my fuggin' t-shirt?</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>Almost dying built a substantial hunger so we found a great spot for Bar B-Que called Dave Brown's Steak House. They have a sauce called Devils Brew. It was not an exaggeration, but extremely worthy of suffering the fall out that comes they next time you use the can..<br /></em></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXTKlJk1WtAZlA3RKz6XDmoFQb75eONbnl0F9_p1vz-IZz_aZg-LPc1-7aLZPdU-xSxa38YjfDa0Dso8-7FPCtY7RDFi1k9qldN5OOKpc0BjYytWDc9OodZgmn3ER_rcqLCka/s1600-h/DSC00758-2.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><em><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443713426997570402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXTKlJk1WtAZlA3RKz6XDmoFQb75eONbnl0F9_p1vz-IZz_aZg-LPc1-7aLZPdU-xSxa38YjfDa0Dso8-7FPCtY7RDFi1k9qldN5OOKpc0BjYytWDc9OodZgmn3ER_rcqLCka/s320/DSC00758-2.jpg" /></em></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><div></div>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-16005408349354082972010-03-01T09:50:00.007-06:002010-03-01T10:05:10.833-06:00Central Park Views<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKmlvZ3rba-ehWcSerN5tYXjoZj0fuAU3EFeY26M7riNGSG3ATIDLMGH7EJWon09n3fKiz2Uu4RngMQj3TGfr9RW-hnqk8LpOHN6MBgRU8QYgGlsU68ue5IaCepRM_KbOzf5E/s1600-h/DSC00826-2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440835169692224226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pDwPPfYiizeiWQYQm4ITlApxdTvhi5TpvZy7-2lZYnPZqOVLOw_4_zJaCxgtp04WSRUeYtItmoV7kb_X0-jAvPJmTfSDN_SHUvwsSVKCTHIhSr05r6RkTgoB9jdHKenFskJ6/s320/new_york_city.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em><strong>By this time tomorrow folks we will be in the Big Apple!! That's New York fucking City!</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em><strong>This has been a dream that I never thought would happen in a million years. Not only am I going to experience all the sites, sounds, and smells( awe the smells) but I get to see it with the one person who makes me feel like I am worth seeing it with. I can't say enough about the boy.. What I can say is Remarkable. The one person who embodies all the qualities I thought could never be combined into one being indeed does exist and he is mine<h>. Thank you for being you and loving me. Though the past has been filled with turmoil and pain, you were walking it too hand in hand on a different plane. I owe you my existence..</strong></em></span></div><div></div>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-68169872228006045122010-02-18T15:11:00.003-06:002010-02-18T15:16:52.569-06:00I've abandoned the one thing I...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP_WZB_ZUzH0XIhopwCxb2wz1ZEY6r27yzf-FFLpHDQhmMtkMSEEmpjZ_ujBBBrdcoW0q2etKtraYYDrME1-6iBjBLQXLV4Rut9X1rB2Kn_7tnINfSsYOOSoB-m_lpESWOBe0/s1600-h/bright.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMP_WZB_ZUzH0XIhopwCxb2wz1ZEY6r27yzf-FFLpHDQhmMtkMSEEmpjZ_ujBBBrdcoW0q2etKtraYYDrME1-6iBjBLQXLV4Rut9X1rB2Kn_7tnINfSsYOOSoB-m_lpESWOBe0/s320/bright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439694874126157058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Loved so much, SO I'm Baaaaack! Suck it</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I have a whole new life, same attitude and I am gonna take the world by the balls and make it surcome to my twisted ways!</span>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-69461359974552192542009-01-22T15:45:00.006-06:002009-01-22T16:47:16.786-06:00ReDneck BRooM hA-Ha<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Dear Mrs. Curmudgeon,</strong><br /><strong>Since dis heer elektion, I am reel skeered that the gays is gunna ruin dis heer kountry. When I turn on ma teevee all I here's bout is gay rite dis an gay rite that. Them dare queers is gunna take over and turns are kids into pidgified bone munchers. An another thing Mrs. Curmudgeon I think dat dare Obama is the anti- chirst. I heered it on da enternets dat he was. Ma cusin Myrtle told me it was on da e-male. Wat ever the hell an EMale is? Is dat one of those sisified fugde packin' things I's alwasy heres about? I am gettin reel skeered for ours future. An I's not talkin bout little skeered, i's talkin' bout a snake in yur tool belt kinda skeered. Like God must be sendin me messeges thru my tin foil beer shooter. Can you shed some lite on dis pleez Mrs. Curmugdeon?</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Sinceerly,</strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Earl Portoplugger<br /></strong><strong></strong><br /><strong>P.S. Can you tell me wat a Curmudgeon iz? I thinks its one of thos dare playdoh monsteres that I saws on dat skeery show bout peeples puttin curses on da kiddies toys. Dwight sez ist one of those recipes in grannys recipee book. Kinna like a browny of someting. We kinna have dis bet. The winner has tooo shave the other on ones back hare fer a month.<span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></span></strong></span><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em></em></strong></span><br /></span><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Dear Mr. Portoplugger,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I can definitely see your conundrum. I cannot help in, as you say your "queers" problem. I can only assume they are here for one reason, and that is they are looking for your ripe redneck ass to plant the "bone". With all this back "hare" shaving business, I would of assumed you were happy about the arrival of "da queers". The anti Obamachrist says yes be skeered, be very skeered. He commands you to slam your pecker in your tackle box and that should save you. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">P.S. Yes indeed, a curmudgeon is one of those playdoh monsters. She is buliding her playdoh fortress as we speak to shield herself from idiot rednecks who am to harm our planet with toxic beer gases.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-68948271142740436552008-04-08T15:18:00.001-05:002008-04-08T15:20:38.122-05:00Lymerick Shimereck..There once was a lady named Mary<br />Who's poot was very hairy<br />She scared all the fops<br />Who came round for a romp<br />and left screaming in shock.<br /><br />Hardy har..Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-34469202762776817552008-03-25T11:06:00.004-05:002008-03-25T11:12:33.108-05:00Butter nuts..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Pb6HyqL_6xkSswl_2fKQzggdeuoRLG5R2QHfLdQWJ7SUJI1uUeLD_h3YFLAZD2DHk-Z0XS0vh6ghnuQ41sreDzj5HNzCr4-ocSjmlJouRTQLra2-gyvh-zgZChJDaFTSgJm4/s1600-h/ymca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181712816878442130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Pb6HyqL_6xkSswl_2fKQzggdeuoRLG5R2QHfLdQWJ7SUJI1uUeLD_h3YFLAZD2DHk-Z0XS0vh6ghnuQ41sreDzj5HNzCr4-ocSjmlJouRTQLra2-gyvh-zgZChJDaFTSgJm4/s400/ymca.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sorry for the absence of late. My job got hectic crazy and I am so creatively pooped out. Have taken some pics though and have been getting back into the swing of things.<br /><br /><br />XOXOXOXOXO-<br /><br />DaniBlancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-47192025239449248642008-01-09T08:49:00.000-06:002008-01-09T08:53:23.116-06:00newthe light from above<br />a new years star<br />high in zenith<br />shines<br /><br />new world to see<br />new hope to behold<br />glistens<br />in a black sky<br /><br />shimmers down<br />dances upon her face<br />soft white light<br />star light<br />silver and gold warmth<br /><br />her new year<br />her new world<br />her hope<br /><br />hope...Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-20928227664874092032007-12-24T20:08:00.000-06:002007-12-24T20:40:19.918-06:00I'm dreaming...Of a WHITE CHRISTMAS!!!<a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/?action=view&current=015.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 739px" height="725" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/015.jpg" width="532" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/?action=view&current=024.jpg" target="_blank"><img height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/024.jpg" width="530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/?action=view&current=051.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 531px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="532" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/051.jpg" width="657" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/?action=view&current=052.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="532" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/052.jpg" width="574" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/?action=view&current=053.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 533px; HEIGHT: 513px" height="651" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/053.jpg" width="478" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/?action=view&current=054.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 818px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/054.jpg" width="532" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/?action=view&current=060.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 441px" height="532" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/060.jpg" width="532" border="0" /></a><br />Merry Christmas to you all..<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-72853107667686314202007-12-17T13:36:00.000-06:002007-12-17T14:02:20.481-06:00Kids Love Saint Nick... right?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034206482697490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="347" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-h3yjlQJyQb9ZN1g_Vx-lcMYkl4unpQVo7SHZVql1jjmwY7MustZVsER9KGtg_MzVD0PRd8EEPFb7FZMaJIy2znfYbQyB4wNfm__XYDyDiBW7yTTp91n-OndhcVkoX83fWvm/s400/santa2.bmp" width="276" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033291654663426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxxjvV7InTi3tbtqe3HjpJl__iKpE3oBZG-BziG3O3DxcLlPj9rD2jcqAULM4WwSrYcXgUUUgq0YAiQmc2x2m-dVyvbbIWljqgGL6BTD0UKMqAjqwZOYDRCVcKtYblWcDHOgQ/s400/santa5.bmp" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145032999596887282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="379" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKdABwysaqVnYucbkQGDhOgwIm7kHye6_fTDoCu-JXDhwMgMvualbYesagbboS8X7-6y8WOTd68TxvhzNBlVcfJ8TsI8LSvB7GQaxZXiOtLKpFf07kusBfqELGqm-3iiQh2kD/s400/santa4.bmp" width="302" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145032411186367682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="379" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-qA3VdnvhYMhQDBaoh7CkMcEsWkTOIHRb3YlYCj8w15_30kmiAP61sZuwgd9bF89nKKfixISdSrbz5yDKjJYxhyphenhyphen2frcCkVdatcES6MkTioBBdR-tSAj4d75nGxLBWPC7Pr77/s400/santa.bmp" width="287" border="0" />Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-31492975507047515712007-12-11T09:44:00.000-06:002007-12-11T10:14:00.137-06:00Many banks have a new kind of Christmas club in operation. The new club helps you save money to pay for last year's gifts.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_eOUsTrGSCGeIckHiWedUqdze6nQn7mUKgrFWvXHsPuBtK76tefiaffKT2pUbUe1zW_RhuSHFVGnXH5v8809VEOtdY40CBGEtAlo15C0NlWgdq2kj62nNrP4y1MY8meZVEFc/s1600-h/Father%2520Christmas%25200004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142749226475202290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_eOUsTrGSCGeIckHiWedUqdze6nQn7mUKgrFWvXHsPuBtK76tefiaffKT2pUbUe1zW_RhuSHFVGnXH5v8809VEOtdY40CBGEtAlo15C0NlWgdq2kj62nNrP4y1MY8meZVEFc/s400/Father%2520Christmas%25200004.jpg" border="0" /></a>I've been thinking alot. I know scary..<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">It</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">is</span> <span style="color:#009900;">almost</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Christmas</span>.<br /><br />I layed (correct my grammar here) on my ass last night just like the one before and have yet to even remotely begin to Christmas shop. Damn commercialization of the world! If I see another Gawd-damned Zales journey diamond pendant commercial I will jump thru the t.v. and strangle that bitch myself for having such an enchanted life..<br /><br />BAH_FUCKING_ HUMBUG<br /><br />Commercials either need to mimic life or life needs to mimic commercials. Either way, we won't all be disappointed when we don't get a miracle Sears-mas.<br /><br />I want to see Commercials about what people really get-<br />* As Myrtle unwraps her AB Roller / Deep Fryer combo. The same Sponge bob P.J's George gets every year because his dumb ass mentioned that he liked watching Sponge bob.<br />ONCE!!<br />That would make this a Christmas Miracle that this (little damned cynically being) would enjoy. Yes enjoy.. I would watch just to see they're ridiculously awkward smiles. You know the one ;)<br /><br />As for me personally, I already got my gift. A ticket to Idaho to see my Gran one more time. I am most assuredly loved... :)Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-83664118172040619372007-12-10T15:02:00.000-06:002007-12-10T15:06:44.951-06:00Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?Had to make a change. Friggin' Blogger wouldn't let me sign it or check my comments. Anyhoo... I will get my shit together tomorrow and post something worth while.<br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?</span>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-60872785401222627772007-12-05T09:03:00.001-06:002010-02-18T14:53:45.470-06:00On thE oTher hAnd yOu Have diffeRent fiNgers.<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I keep wondering when the heavy burden of it all will subside. With my Grandma being so incredibly sick, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Macguffin</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> having a heart attack due to stressing out so much about all of us, my daughter who acted like a complete bitch and fought with him after he got out of the hospital, and my boss who is in my book a complete and udder asshole for screaming in my face, I think I might just sign up for the peace corps.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Yeppers</span>.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">to be cont..</span>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-25588617531441300142007-11-17T19:16:00.000-06:002007-12-11T09:43:38.378-06:00Hangin 'in dareIt's been a little hectic, but ok. Grandma seems to be doing as well as she can. Today we cleaned her house and cooked for them. Grandpa even got into the act and vacuumed and dusted. Of all the damn times not to have my camera! She is really weak but perked up a bit when we sat around after dinner and exchanged funny stories about riding the amtrak. It was so nice to see her smile.<br /><br />Aaaah... we LOL-ed.<br /><br />Too bad when I LOL, I pee :(<br />Gawd-damned irrectile bladder constipation syndrome.<br /><br />Being in her house still gives me that warm fuzzy feeling that if you're fortunate to have had a good Grandma, you still feel like a child. Standing in the kitchen doing the dishes, I had a view of the back yard where I played in the sprinker, swung on the willow and rescued wayward garden snakes. So, I was a weirdo. Don't judge me..<br />The side area where I made mad mud pies and riding Grandpa's bike all over the neighborhood. (Ask me if I didn't hurt my pootie poo on that bike a few times)<br />The canal I wasn't supposed to play in and the way she overlooked it anyways. Never in my life have I mourned my childhood as I do right now. If only the time machine built out of a box Grandpa brought me could transport me back to live it again, if only for a brief moment..Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-75912501247073021552007-11-13T13:59:00.000-06:002007-12-11T09:42:55.615-06:00On my way<span style="color:#333333;">i will be flying out in the morning to be with my Grandma. those suspicious nodules turned out to be hundreds of tumors filling her lungs. they gave her just a short amount of time left.<br />she is Gran, my constant, and my friend. she never forgot me even when everybody else did. i know this will be our last visit...<br />i'll keep ya posted.</span>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-44237522210266382802007-11-05T16:10:00.000-06:002007-12-11T09:43:23.421-06:00<strong><em><span style="color:#333333;">Due to the sheer <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exhaustion, grief and an overwhelming work load, I am stepping back briefly to play catch up. I love you all, and will check on you periodically but right now I am just overwhelmed. See you all soon...</span></span></em></strong>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-53494469886722330182007-10-31T08:30:00.000-05:002007-11-13T14:09:52.057-06:00Rest in Peace Sweet BoyOur baby passed on Monday night.<br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 554px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="532" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/trinity796/DSC_13410001.jpg" width="554" border="0" /></a><br />Good bye our constant companion.<br />Our light and laughter.<br />The truest joy ever brought into our lives.<br /><br />You will be missed best friend.<br /><br />Always..Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-11288105438667931412007-10-26T11:28:00.003-05:002010-02-18T14:56:40.395-06:00Longest week ever..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEiDXvaQRuY41dUyELHeoHmUJ9yXtLyYcT_AHJAMW_5IvAgbbtGn9k_r0Sq2gheboE5m298JdjcCdwL5s8faNlexkKMyvuwOxwwSnKNmvhmcmvCACxrFY9DQaDe1uvR1lE0es/s1600-h/DSC_18940001-1.jpg"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125686284751338050" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsEiDXvaQRuY41dUyELHeoHmUJ9yXtLyYcT_AHJAMW_5IvAgbbtGn9k_r0Sq2gheboE5m298JdjcCdwL5s8faNlexkKMyvuwOxwwSnKNmvhmcmvCACxrFY9DQaDe1uvR1lE0es/s400/DSC_18940001-1.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><br /></span></strong><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">My absence hasn't been deliberate, it has just been one of those weeks. Besides the stress of my Grandma, our little Nietzsche has fallen ill and has been in critical condition. The vet thinks he has some sort of immune disorder that is also causing jaundice, too much blood clotting, and internal bleeding. He is on IV's and has had one blood transfusion. So far he is doing better. He has perked up a little and seemed excited to see us yesterday. We even got some kisses which he hasn't given us since he has been feeling bad. If you know us, you know we are absolutely crazy about our pets. Please keep him in your prayers if your the praying sort. We can't bear to loose our wonder Chihuahua..</span></strong></div>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-61270650807846871142007-10-23T10:07:00.000-05:002007-10-23T10:18:33.471-05:00The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised. ~George F. Will, The Leveling Win<span style="color:#cccccc;">I found out last night that my Grandmother, whom I am very close too has some suspicious nodules on her lungs. I am praying for the best but bracing for the worst. All I can do right now is wait..</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">wait.</span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">It doesn't hurt to be optimistic. You can always cry later. ~Lucimar Santos de Lima</span></em></strong>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-54497824891041422372007-10-19T09:34:00.000-05:002007-12-11T09:44:00.273-06:00If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBvvBQRoBDCf25KLLXkhY8U0_ksxcqHjgf7GfGCC997FJ_ZJ9_GMbtxOJd1Fhl6bx8dlWgZ-4DBexUUMghx3Cea3k4fLoFFGeWpmPYFxXOwgFTkM8C1CWDHossSdnYPwsa-et/s1600-h/cartoon-thong.jpg"><span style="color:#333333;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123075383270843314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBvvBQRoBDCf25KLLXkhY8U0_ksxcqHjgf7GfGCC997FJ_ZJ9_GMbtxOJd1Fhl6bx8dlWgZ-4DBexUUMghx3Cea3k4fLoFFGeWpmPYFxXOwgFTkM8C1CWDHossSdnYPwsa-et/s400/cartoon-thong.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#333333;"> It's FRIDAY!!! </span><div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">My counterpart here at work just went in to have a hysterectomy so.. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">I will be here all my lonesome doing both jobs. I'm not gripping here. I am glad she went in because I am tired of <s>her constant whining</s> her being in pain.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">Ok low blow, but hey.. I said it too her face.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">I swear to God I did.. God, I love </span><a href="http://www.purevolume.com/donniebaker"><span style="color:#333333;">Donny Baker</span></a><span style="color:#333333;">!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">Made a deposit @ the casino last night. </span><a href="http://randombullarcky.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html"><span style="color:#333333;">Riding with father in law is an adventure in of itself</span></a><span style="color:#333333;">. Lost my shirt (metaphorically speaking), but the father-in-law had pity on me and gave me back the $400.00 bucks I fed the beast.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">I iz a poker jean-yus I tell ya!</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">It sez feed me and I ooohblige!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">That's about all I got folks. All I want to know is- Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink what comes out"?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">If you can answer me that, you get a free ride on the magic dragon.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;"><br /><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-8905932403656038892007-10-17T14:25:00.000-05:002007-10-17T14:43:54.959-05:00The Mommy Ring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiloSIxqhREGciaOiQgVdJQf7Dd1HtWj-YbM5iX5yPIfylDoiIJKraFseoOPR5XJx5zrp_N3AdRh0D_FgEjf0VGRMhuVWRU2kYO5tkDMcuDB-S0ZRTlf4sF04geQt1ZNX9NbX8z/s1600-h/243032d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122389150576157554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiloSIxqhREGciaOiQgVdJQf7Dd1HtWj-YbM5iX5yPIfylDoiIJKraFseoOPR5XJx5zrp_N3AdRh0D_FgEjf0VGRMhuVWRU2kYO5tkDMcuDB-S0ZRTlf4sF04geQt1ZNX9NbX8z/s400/243032d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>This is the ring I got my Mom for her birthday. I learned alot about how life can change, and how strong the Mother-daughter relationship can be despite 30 years of separation. My Mom had her share of demons and had to break her cycle of abusive men and drugs. She's paid her dues and now is such a remarkable women. This summer taught me that it's never too late if you're willing to work on it. I found that she and I are kindred spirits of a sort because we are almost identical in our ways of doing things. None of it learned, but innate. Neither miles nor years have taken that away. The women I was so hard on for so many years is actually a big part of me and who I am. I am glad I found out how much I love and cherish her before it was too late. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Thank you Mom. I love you.</strong></span></div>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36380576.post-47966885047479776802007-10-16T15:42:00.000-05:002007-10-16T15:47:33.590-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbtNTBgKDCsqWcIHM43JbgRC_aoznBBf3cCjp1mFqTXHqznX9S6Vn92hDJXja6gt7I7LSU0eSINQwDmN8rgq6kv5TTXHHq3_XT3C26I7ccxymiIaUJaoiEnh79iIf1R3IJVKr/s1600-h/MomBirthday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122038651180032866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbtNTBgKDCsqWcIHM43JbgRC_aoznBBf3cCjp1mFqTXHqznX9S6Vn92hDJXja6gt7I7LSU0eSINQwDmN8rgq6kv5TTXHHq3_XT3C26I7ccxymiIaUJaoiEnh79iIf1R3IJVKr/s400/MomBirthday.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><br /></span><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">I love you Mommy!</span></div>Blancodeviosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08456570013880164694noreply@blogger.com6