tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534207634852954452024-03-13T10:36:35.176-07:00Lo(Ryn) Exposes HerselfMiss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-47767391129163085062011-04-24T18:55:00.001-07:002011-04-24T18:55:36.402-07:00new locationi have decided to try out wordpress, so my new blog (with everything from here) is...<br />
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http://lorynexposed.wordpress.com/Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-377358801180161952011-04-11T21:44:00.000-07:002011-04-11T21:44:21.143-07:00overcaring...I know a lot of times I come off as a person who doesn't give a shit about others and doesn't really care what you have to say. If you know me, you know that's not true. I overly care about people and I almost think it's a flaw of mine at this point. I want to make sure everyone is ok. I don't care if we haven't spoken in a long time or last week, if something is wrong...you can count on me. I know life is hard, I know I've been through hell and I want to try to make it at least a bit easier for people around me. I want people to be able to open up to me and be comfortable sharing things with me with an unbiased opinion. I will sure give you my opinion when you're done speaking, but I'll let your thoughts flow first.<br />
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I'm a pisces, I can't help this. It's a part of my brain that I just can't shut off. No matter what happens with most people, I will always care. There is always going to be a part of me that cares about you and wants you to be okay and happy. If I was shitty to you, or you were shitty to me...there will always be a part of me that wants to hear from you and know you're ok.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-38646582299140402682011-04-02T11:29:00.000-07:002011-04-02T11:29:48.973-07:00Vegas Vacation Pt. 2I have returned back to Illinois, which I wasn't exactly happy about. Vacation was overall wonderful. I left off at the night before the Lady Gaga concert. The show was amazing. We didn't have the best seats but I highly enjoyed them. We had a few drinks before the concert and had an impromptu fashion show in our room (pictures on facebook). The rest of the time was full of shopping, walking and eating. We did gamble a bit more and lose some money, but it's vegas. You have to expect that! I did come back with the urge to play video roulette and video blackjack. Those games were quite a good time. I am really glad I was able to go to Vegas and experience this. It was something I believe everyone should do at least once in their life. Even if you're not into the drinking or partying or gambling scene, it's still a sight to see. I'm very happy we were there during Earth Hour and were able to see the Strip almost completely dark.<br />
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Craziness happens in Vegas. You just have to open your arms and accept it. Yes, I did something that maybe I shouldn't have. I opened myself up to new experiences. I even faced a fear and it wasn't so terrible. Life is one experience after another, they're not all good but they're not all bad. You learn from what you've done and move onto the next situation. Don't dwell on it, but remember all the fun times...if you can.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-72423416719220567262011-03-26T01:15:00.001-07:002011-03-26T01:15:51.408-07:00it might be the flow of alcohol ive had tonight, it might be my emotions that seem to be out there...but....<br />
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....if you weren't aware.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-20855477291901457372011-03-25T03:25:00.000-07:002011-03-25T03:25:51.591-07:00Vegas Vacation Pt. 1It's been two days in vegas now. We've had a very laid back stay so far. We don't need to party hard in the beginning since we've got so much time here. It's not a sprint, it's a marathon.<br />
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We landed 3 hours later than expected, which was not lovely at all. Spirit airlines is pretty much the worst. All the reviews we had read were dead on. No leg room, had to pay for every little thing, and the plane wasn't exactly clean. I felt horrible for the very tall man who couldn't even fit in his seat and hand his legs hanging out into the aisle. I'm sure that was a safety hazard, but there was no way he was fitting. I didnt see him get up, but I believe they gave him a seat up front where he could fit better. Taking Spirit home and never flying them again, I don't care how cheap they are. A 3 hour delay is just uncalled for. It was a 2 hour delay when we got to the airport at 8pm and we didn't actually take off until 1am. I got a hold of my old friend/coworker Scott who now lives in vegas. He said to let him know when we land and he'd pick us up. Unfortunately, he had fallen asleep and we took a cab to the airport. He called a bit later and met up with us since we wanted to check out some penny slots. We did a little gambling and then Sarah went to bed and I went out with Scott. He drove me up and down the strip and we stopped for food. I didn't get back to the room until almost 7am. How I stayed up that late is beyond me.<br />
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We had a lovely relaxing day. Got up late, went for breakfast at 1pm. We took the tram to the Excalibur and did a little sightseeing. We went to the shops in Mandalay Bay and there is a purse in the Guinness store that I am determined to purchase with gambling winnings.We sat and had a drink at the bar at Excalibur while watching the Cubs/Sox game. We then made our way to the Nurture Spa at Luxor. It was A-MAZ-ING. I've never had such an amazing massage ever. I would highly recommend going there. Luckily we were there while they were running a special. a 50 minute massage was only 50 bucks. I treated Sarah to her first massage and possibly got her addicted, which is only fair since I am now addicted to video roulette and blackjack. I don't think I'll ever play at a real table. Video is less pressure. I had almost half what I needed for that purse and lost most of it. I started playing my winnings again, we'll be going again tomorrow.<br />
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Now it's time to wind down and go to bed. We have a big day tomorrow. Shopping and GAGA!Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-3910969513663739692011-03-20T13:32:00.000-07:002011-03-20T13:32:36.691-07:00Age is just a number...25 is a strange numberI turned 25 yesterday. When you're little and think about where your life and where you will be when you're older. I never thought I'd be in the position I am today, but sometimes you just can't help where life takes you. I was really freaked out about turning 25. I had my quarter life crisis and I completely lost my mind.There was a lot going on in my life, and that didn't help me contain the crazy. I'm feeling a lot better now. I think all the changes that happened are for the better.<br />
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I was completely relaxed about my birthday celebration. Every year, I get incredibly stressed about it. I always fear that no one is going to show up or have any fun. This year, I just let it happen. When people asked who was going to be there, I simply said "I don't know." I wasn't worried about it at all. I was so happy to see the people I did see. I think it means a lot when people show up for your birthday. It shows you who your friends really are. There were a lot of us last night and it made me smile all night. There were some issues with dinner, but I didn't stress too much. Dinner took FOREVER and our waitress was pretty terrible. I didn't let it bother me too much. I'm never one to complain at a restaurant and I never want to be at a table that does complain, but when Staci wanted to say something, I didn't stop her.<br />
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I did what I set out to do on my birthday. I got to see great friends, play video games and have some adult beverages. The night ended how I wanted it to. It was one of the best birthdays I've had.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-36504319570239585962011-03-18T20:51:00.000-07:002011-03-18T20:51:21.874-07:00Vacation has commencedMy two weeks off work have officially started. It's lovely knowing I don't have to wake up every morning and go somewhere. I'm going to sleep in A LOT. I love sleep.<br />
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My vacation kicked off with St Patrick's day. I am a fan of this holiday. I'm proud of my Irish heritage. I went out to Dekalb to hang out with Fucker for the occasion. We were pretty lame in the start of the day, we took a nap. Eventually we busted out the Jameson and met up with some friends at the bar. From what I can remember it was a fabulous time. There were plenty of green beers, shots and fantastic people around. I'm still wondering why I thought it was a good idea to walk back to the house from the bar. We only made it about halfway. We made it about 10 feet before bitching about walking. I hope I didn't make a total ass of myself, but really, what does it matter? I get a little out of control sometimes. I don't remember going to bed, but drunk Loryn did plug my phone in, which makes me laugh. No matter what happens, my phone will always get charged overnight.<br />
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The drive home was not pleasant. My tire went flat on the highway and I had to sit there for awhile for my dad to come. I attempted to change the tire myself, which is difficult to do in a skirt. Just a few minutes after I had begun this, the HELP truck came by but was not so much help. Since I have aftermarket tires, I needed a special tool to take off the lugnuts. Well, this special tool was never returned to me from Discount Tire last month. I was going to be so proud of myself if I changed my own tire, but alas, I could not. Now I have to buy a new wheel and tire. I'm not exactly thrilled about this, but at least I don't have to do much driving before my next paycheck so I can blow hundreds of dollars on this.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-5069836094683257032011-03-15T19:11:00.000-07:002011-03-15T19:11:36.795-07:00Upcoming birthdayMy birthday is in a few days and I always get super stressed about it. I always fear that no one else is going to care or show up. I don't really like my birthday, I just want my friends around to have a good time.I want to go out, have a good time and be surrounded by good people. I thought it was going to be a lot harder with everything that's been going on, but I've been strong. I know I'm going to have a good time. I have the people I love being around, all in one place. I think from now on, I'm not going to get stressed about my birthday and just enjoy it. I'm going to stop feeling old and embracing everything as it comes at me. at almost 25, it's time to start living again.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-40997497617141904862011-03-14T11:34:00.000-07:002011-03-14T11:34:10.744-07:00New arrivals!A congratulations goes out to my friends Oli and Mendy for the lil bundle of joy this morning. Oliver John McIntosh II <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">6lb 14oz 20 inches</span>Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-44311793379562087802011-03-14T11:29:00.000-07:002011-03-14T11:29:17.394-07:00A weekend away...A few weeks ago, I decided I needed to get away. Despite going to vegas soon, I'm looking to fill my time with as many activities as I can. I went to Grand Rapids Michigan and Kalamazoo this last weekend. It was fun for the most part. I really can't stand much electronic music anymore. That part of my life is gone for the most part. It's not something I will willingly play in my car when going anywhere. Sometimes, I do enjoy a night out at Smartbar, but it has to be on my own terms. Pete was spinning in public for the first time and I was there to support him. I spent most of the night by myself observing everything and I greatly enjoyed it. I'm not really a social person. I don't talk to strangers. I just do my thing. You'll often find me texting, which was in full effect that night. I had a few drinks in me and my fingers went wild. We went to an after hours party, to which I don't remember a whole lot. We left around 6am, it was way passed my bedtime at this point. I fell asleep in the car on the way home. I was surprised I did, but I was incredibly tired. The rest of the weekend wasn't so great. I had to endure even more music I didn't want to hear while sitting by myself at Pete's friends house. They were in their own little world, while I sat alone with the cat. Not exactly how I wanted to spend my Saturday night visiting a friend. Eventually I told him I'd like to go back to the house. He dropped me off and went back to hanging out. I threw on Animal House and went to bed. I wasn't thrilled about sitting around and listening to electronic music all weekend, I didn't think i would have to endure that much. Overall the trip was pretty decent. the drive wasn't horrible. I stopped at Redamak's on my way home for a delicious burger. When I got home, I relaxed and watched the Cubs game. I had a wonderful conversation with a very good friend for the rest of the night. I ordered things for vegas. I messed with my budget a bit this weekend, but you only live once!Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-54816555139184237572011-03-09T20:56:00.000-08:002011-03-09T20:56:21.123-08:00Getting away is inevitable<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My vacation is fast approaching. I've never before been able to take an entire two weeks off of work before. Not only am I taking off two weeks, I am actually GOING somewhere. Come March 23rd, I will be stepping onto a plane with one of my very good friends and flying off to Viva Las Vegas! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lewis.armscontrolwonk.com/files/2011/02/las-vegas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://lewis.armscontrolwonk.com/files/2011/02/las-vegas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We'll be spending five nights at the lovely Luxor hotel and seeing the fabulous Lady Gaga live at the MGM Grand. After everything that has been going on in my life, this vacation is something I NEED. Five days away to just be ridiculous and cause some trouble. It's been too long since I've been to that side of the country. I'll be able to look up and see the stars on a clear night. I imagine the next two weeks are going to be some of the best of my life. I have St Patrick's day with one of my best friends, my birthday and then vegas. I'm sure there will be something that goes wrong, because it wouldn't be my life if something didn't go wrong.. but i say BRING IT ON. My spirits cannot be crushed. I am GOING to have fun no matter what. I will be surround by great friends and good times. I was sad to find out that one of my other great friends can't join us on our trip.Not everything works out, but it's still going to be a great couple weeks off.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-2493011651172416402011-03-08T16:25:00.001-08:002011-03-08T16:25:36.680-08:00it is...what it is?You think its a sickness, but its not a sickness. It sure feels like one. You're naseuous and dizzy.there's a feeling deep in the pit of your stomach. You're lost. You feel like a part is missing, but medically speaking, you're whole. you dont want to go on, it feels like the end. you have to push through. this is life. you can't just stop it on a dime because of this. things will get hard, and then they will get better. you may think like it is the end, but in a way, it's just the beginning. you will breath again, you wont feel the sickness. you'll start your day with a smile and you'll even end it with one. dont dwell on the bad times, remember all the great times. you can always have more. tell yourself this isn't the end, but a whole new beginning. a new chapter. enjoy yourself.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-75598883198021424712011-03-07T16:09:00.000-08:002011-03-07T16:09:17.732-08:00Opening...I started this blog to be more open about my life and my thoughts. I have pretty much failed at that. I wanted to write everyday. I have clearly failed at that. It's really hard going from a completely closed off person to a semi-open person. I don't really like to share my thoughts and feelings. I'm starting to think if maybe I change that, I'll somehow better myself. You could call me paranoid since a reason I don't like to share my thoughts is being I assume people are going to use it against me. I need to realize, because it HAS happened in the passed, it might not happen again. I really don't have much that can be used against me. What would people do anyways? Try to use my heartbreak against me? That's already killing me enough in my own brain. Which leads me to my thought of the day...<br />
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How terrible of a person am I that he feels the need to fuck me over? Am I so shitty I don't deserve to be civil with? If i did something wrong, I would really love to know what it was. I am trying to convince myself that I'm not a horrid human being. I felt I was doing a lot better with this, but then today, I guess I just don't fully understand. I gave myself to a person completely and it didn't turn out in my favor. I gave everything I had and it wasn't enough. My life stopped on a dime and my heart ripped out of my chest. I never knew the pain I felt was even possible for me. Did I care too much? Should I have stopped myself from falling in love? What kind of a life would that be? I feel so lost with everything now. I feel like my independence has been taken away from me, as odd as that sounds. I have to start a new life. My thoughts are jumbled and nothing <i>really </i>makes sense anymore.<br />
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Life is terrifying. You have to push through. No matter what happens. You have to fight your battles and wave your white flag when you know it's time. Things will change, things will get better...in time.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-86967651114614160122011-02-21T05:56:00.001-08:002011-02-21T05:56:16.520-08:00I woke up and thought it was all a horrible nightmare. I wanted to say "i love you" but then i realized it was real.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-39310442366101636362010-02-08T14:42:00.000-08:002010-02-08T14:44:24.518-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>I miss you every day....</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/S3CTf-YIOsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ttaUc4QRQsE/s1600-h/l_b90cb37515c39424f7f9097e8d74f985-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/S3CTf-YIOsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ttaUc4QRQsE/s320/l_b90cb37515c39424f7f9097e8d74f985-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436006927765617346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">2.14.86 ~ 5.25.04</span></div>Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-66262882755797791292010-01-11T23:37:00.000-08:002010-01-11T23:38:21.982-08:00oh healthcare..where are you?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier, monospace; font-size: 13px; ">health care in america is such a fucking joke.<br /><br />it's really starting to hit me since i just tried looking for a specific kind of doctor, but unfortunately my insurance doesn't cover that kind of treatment.<br /><br />cancer now runs in my family. i have had 4 biopsies that i remember. unless obama's healthcare bill gets passed, i have no chance of ever finding out and following up if i have cancer or not. a 'pre existing condition' could be the death of me.<br /><br />i can go to the doctor. i can get a biopsy. if anything needs to continue, i have to stop there..it's pre-existing and insurance wont pay for it. i'm already in enough debt because of medical issues.<br /><br /><br />i want to go to the doctor, but that's not really an option anymore...</span>Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-11369573940404138832009-12-08T23:02:00.000-08:002009-12-08T23:21:51.953-08:00Things I might want for xmasTommy asked me what i want for christmas, and honestly, there's not much I want... I guess there's a few 'little' things i want..it's nothing spectacular that i didnt plan on eventually getting myself...mainly cubs stuff i'd say lol<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://shop.mlb.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3925991">http://shop.mlb.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3925991</a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-6964030dt.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-6964030dt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-6964030dt.jpg"></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-6964030dt.jpg"></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-6964030dt.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-6964030dt.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></a><a href="http://www.wrigleyvillesports.com/Chicago-Cubs-St-Patricks-Day-Banner-Flag">http://www.wrigleyvillesports.com/Chicago-Cubs-St-Patricks-Day-Banner-Flag</a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mlb.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pMLB2-6964030dt.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wrigleyvillesports.com/core/media/media.nl?id=21544&c=679860&h=e455a70e864ff7a7fac3"><img style="float:left; 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I also really want footie pj's, a heated blanket...i'm really not big on christmas....</div></div>Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-19705837020498074322009-09-08T14:55:00.000-07:002009-09-08T15:00:44.629-07:00I'll be missing you....<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: 5121(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:15px;"><i>Its kinda hard with you not around </i>(yeah)<br /><i>Know you in heaven smilin down</i> (eheh)<br />Watchin us while we pray for you<br />Every day we pray for you<br />Til the day we meet again<br /><b>In my heart is where Ill keep you friend</b><br />Memories give me the strength I need (uh-huh) to proceed<br />Strength I need to believe<br />My thoughts big I just cant define (cant define)<br /><b>Wish I could turn back the hands of time</b><br />Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks<br />You and me taking flicks<br />Makin hits, stages they receive you on<br /><b><i>I still cant believe youre gone </i></b>(cant believe youre gone)<br /><i><b>Give anything to hear half your breath</b></i> (half your breath)<br />I know you still living youre life, after death</span>Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-12209092984954463332009-09-03T00:34:00.000-07:002009-09-03T00:39:05.359-07:00Everyone loves a quickiei haven't updated in awhile. things are well for the most part. work is irritating me but that's no surprise. they're trying to change my hours which i am not happy with but trying to figure out a way around it. we'll see how it goes when my boss is back next week. i haven't had too much to say and i figured no one wanted to hear me babble about Tommy in another entry :P <div><br /></div><div>but these are things i want to in the somewhat near future..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.breederretriever.com/photopost/data/537/beagle_pup.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.breederretriever.com/photopost/data/537/beagle_pup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://encyclopedia.smokersclub.com/images/boston.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://encyclopedia.smokersclub.com/images/boston.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-18348309098795337812009-08-19T09:35:00.000-07:002009-08-19T10:10:39.186-07:00Looking back, unable to move on...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/Sowr4I3MujI/AAAAAAAAAQs/u2RufZBzQFE/s1600-h/l_b90cb37515c39424f7f9097e8d74f985.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/Sowr4I3MujI/AAAAAAAAAQs/u2RufZBzQFE/s400/l_b90cb37515c39424f7f9097e8d74f985.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371716698997832242" /></a>I've been thinking about her a lot lately. Of course she's always on my mind. I'm a Pisces, i need closure. That's something I'll never get. I should have been at the bed, she wouldn't have known I was there, but <b><i>I</i></b> would have known. I didn't get to say goodbye, I can't seem to get over she was supposed to come home that day. Everything happened so fast. We all were about to walk across the stage and receive our high school diplomas, we graduated together after everything that happened. Its one of the first big events in a person's life. She wasn't there for that, she didn't make it. Two moments of silence wasn't enough. Knowing she wouldn't be in the car leaving with us was killing all of us. So must history between kindergarten and then. So many life changing events, fun times and chaos. The only memories i can seem to remember from way back then are with her. We had so many secrets, spent so much time together. Loved, laughed, lived and argued. Such a tragic tale, and there wasn't a happy ending. She's on my mind everyday, but i can't bring myself to visit where she rests. Too hard, still.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-77407435874842577112009-07-27T00:41:00.000-07:002009-07-27T00:54:02.086-07:00Gold should be silver and i should not be up this late<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/carriebest.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/carriebest.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>It's nearly 3am on a sunday night, well morning, and i'm still awake. Having insomnia, well, pretty much blows. The only thing i've done with myself this evening is watch season 6 of Sex & The City. Maybe it's the headache or the migraine medicine or just the lack of sleep i tend to get, but the show really makes you think. maybe that's the point of it? Scary or sad? well, i did some thinking. We were totally Samantha and Smith at the begining, but then blossomed into Charlotte and Harry. Which made me think even more, believe it or not, i am totally Charlotte. So afraid and so hesitant in the begining. Then, i realized it was more than i could ever imagine. We turned into Charlotte and Harry. I felt fast and hard. it's quite an amazing feeling. Harry loves how neurotic Charlotte is and Tommy loves how neurotic I am. Also, I've thought about this since they were all the rage and fashionable but never seemed to get my hands on one. Carrie made it popular even more. the 'infamous' Carrie necklace. i've actually always wanted one with my name (obviously). the terrible thing about hers is that it's gold. Silver FTW. Also watching season 6 has made me think about another topic, but that will be for another entry when i'm ready. Now it's closer to 3am and i need to try and sleep a little for work. not looking forward to it. *sigh*Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-49577017920619991472009-07-13T23:10:00.001-07:002009-07-13T23:29:42.430-07:00I'll need a new one anyways..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fundinguniverse.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/2008-scion-tc-rs-40.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/SlwhiHJYfuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VPK12JK9nDE/s1600-h/smart-car-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/SlwhiHJYfuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VPK12JK9nDE/s320/smart-car-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358194526581718754" /></a>So with my car hitting 200,000 miles recently and now up to 201,000+, I really need to consider a new vehicle sometime in the near future. My car is doing pretty decent for the age/mileage, but i know that probably won't last long. my dad DID put a new/used transmission it in a lil while ago, but really, how long can that last? it had about the same mileage on it that my car did but was probably treated better. as much as i DONT want to think logically about a car and justify getting one that i would kill for, i really need logic and financially reasonable. i've noticed, like many, these smart cars for awhile. i never really looked into them or anything until recently. they're kinda cute, small and compact. honestly, i want a smaller car. a sedan is just not something i really like. i miss having a coupe. the smart cars are very logical. the only draw back is that it's a 2 seater. can i really deal with that? on the very brightside of that, this means i wouldn't be able to shuttle people anywhere, which sames me on driving. i did the math on financing one and insurance on it. the smart car i'm looking at would be around 350 a month and insurance might be around 80. considering my other bills, this would be possible. the one thing i really need to teach myself is to NOT eat out so often. plus, with quiting smoking, i save money there. i really think this would be a logical step for me and getting my credit back on track, if they approve me. even with crappy credit and interest payments up the ass, it's still not that badly priced. i just need to save up for a down payment. my dream car would have to be put on hold for now. i really love this car, it's about 10 grand more though. i would love to own one of these one day, but not now, not yet. one day though. but for now, let's get logical<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.fundinguniverse.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/2008-scion-tc-rs-40.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px; " /></span></div>Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-88958149171191969102009-07-13T13:40:00.000-07:002009-07-13T13:54:47.396-07:0010 years done<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/Sluc5NxajMI/AAAAAAAAALw/fm3vAvQeXoA/s1600-h/smoking1+(1).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/Sluc5NxajMI/AAAAAAAAALw/fm3vAvQeXoA/s200/smoking1+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358048688450735298" /></a><br /><br />I have officially quit smoking. It has been about 6 days since my last cigarette. It is pretty difficult, especially when I get stressed but I think after the terrible habit that lasted about 10 years, it's time to quit. I know it's a filthy pointless habit, but i did it for so long. It's time to break that pattern. The physical addiction is gone after 3 days. That's done already. The mental addiction is about a week. I'm so close to that. I know that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'll</span> probably smoke when I'm out drinking, but I don't want to do that for at least a month of being smoke free. I'm already starting to feel healthier. I've been drinking a lot of water lately too. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> doing a total 180 on my body and it's reacting nicely to it. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> just hoping i don't gain any weight from this. i have tea that curves my appetite, so that's good. even though i was STARVING when i was heading into work today. But <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> quite proud of myself and Tommy is beyond proud of me for quitting. i honestly never thought i would, and now i have. GO ME!!! i think i deserve a prize or something.Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-58061705457620500562009-07-09T09:14:00.001-07:002009-07-09T09:19:58.725-07:00Twitter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/SlYYpWRYBqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zWhLZoGs_aY/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icUieLp0w-g/SlYYpWRYBqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zWhLZoGs_aY/s200/twitter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356495905435944610" /></a><br />So I've been a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">member</span> of Twitter for a little while and I NEVER got the hang of it. I hated it, i just didn't get the fascination with it. Well, with discovering <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">twitpic</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> kind of obsessed now. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> finally getting the hang of it and i love how you can upload pics from your phone, which is what i keep doing now. the whole 'following' concept is still creepy to me. i don't like the thought of strangers following me. i can't tweet privately or it wont <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">automatically</span> update my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">facebook</span>, which is also a cool feature as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">I've</span> discovered. since i am a fan of blogging and have random short thoughts, micro blogging is a pretty good idea for me. <div><br /></div><div>Follow me:</div><div><br /></div><div>twitter.com/Ms_Riley</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>p.s.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tommy, I can only imagine how happy you are about this :P</div>Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853420763485295445.post-74618259467433488942009-07-07T23:12:00.000-07:002009-07-07T23:37:44.251-07:00Let him rest...With all the media frenzy going on, i can't help but comment on what's happened with Michael Jackson. It's amazing to see so many people flock to the Staples Center with their golden tickets and others in hopes of being able to get in. there were 20,000 fans in there and about 9,000 friends and family. Putting drama aside, it really is tragic to lose someone who still had so much life to live. i don't think anyone can deny he was amazing musician and entertainer. he worked with some of the most famous and talented people in the world. he did so much for humanity and so many people only want to talk shit about him. it's really tragic all around. i never really had an opionin on him until his passing. i was never a huge fan, but i did have a copy of "Dangerous" and "HIStory." I honestly don't know what to think about all the accusations going on with him. some say he's guilty, some say he's innocent. part of me thinks it's true and part of me thinks the parents were over reacting. reguardless, he was still a father, and watching this clip will break anyone's heart...<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7K4-9pptbq8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7K4-9pptbq8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></span></div><br /><br />People need to remember the great things he's done and try to forget all the speculation going on around his life. just look at the facts, a great entertainer has passed on tragically...<br /><br />Rest in peace Michael, you've had a great life...Miss Spicyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10890940459030381168noreply@blogger.com0