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UPDATE: within MINUTES (like 4 minutes) of posting this I got an email from Ryan. This is what it said! hahahaha

all i can say is [[BBBIIIIITTTCCCCHHHH]] lol hhahahahah! way to tell the whole world i look BUSTED in my pictures! lol haha! i promise you i read that post and laughed like the ENTIRE time. and you know i read hella ssssslllllllllloooooooooooowwwwwwwww [[gotta pucker your lips out when you saw it...for the dramatic effect]] :) well anyways im sittin in class and im hella bored and we're not doing anything so i just thought i would see what WONDERFUL things you had to say about me these days! lol!

HEY CAN YOU ASK CRAIG IF HE MIGHT MAYBE WANNA COME GET ME TODAY? :( I JUST WANNA COME HOME FOR A LITTLE WHILE, AND MAYBE AUSTIN CAN BRING ME BACK TONIGHT OR IN THE MORNING BEFORE MY CLASS??? IDK ASK CRAIG AND SEE WHAT HE THINKS PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!

LOVE YA!!

See, it's all worth it!

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Ok, so a funny thing happened this weekend. Or maybe it isn't so funny... who knows. I'll try to make it short, but I'm not exactly known for being frugal with my words. (Haaaa Christine!!! Told you I'd do it!)

So, I was G00gling Ryan this weekend. I do it pretty often right now because I'm trying to catch any of the crap from the UNT deal before a reporter calls her (can you believe they do? ugh) Anyway, I noticed that her name has finally appeared on the UTA women's basketball roster (no indication yet whether or not the NCAA will grant a waiver. Should know in about a week or so) and a VERY short bio is listed. And then I noticed her picture.

Jesus H Christ! What the hell happened there? Don't get me wrong, I think my kids are the most beautiful things on the planet (we all do- and should) but this was a picture that even a mother, ESPECIALLY a mother- would NOT love.

So I called her up and asked her what the hell happened. She was sort of confused so I really went into the whole story of explaining why I g00gled her and what I came across and that everyone knows I'm going to put a link up but I just can NOT let anyone I know see my daughter looking like THAT!

She busted out laughing and said, "RIGHT! OMG I look BUSTED!" I laughed so hard I damn near choked on my tea. Busted? Wouldn't have used that word, but once she said it I really had to admire her choice of words. She was dead on. And speaking of dead... seriously, she doesn't look right. She said that she had taken a shower and fallen asleep with her hair wet then just got up and threw her practice jersey on and walked to practice. And it was 103 degrees that day. So she gets to the gym and all the other girls have their hair fixed, faces looking... not busted... and all she could say was, "Shit!" But then her trainer heard it or something and they had to run. Viola! Sure enough, its a busted version of Ryan... and her awesome mini bio with lots of grammatical and typographical erros. Altogether busted. Hopefully, they'll blur out the pic or something and maybe when they get her track bio up she'll be cute again. (Dear Jesus, I don't really ask for much... do I?)

And lastly, in May we all trekked down to San Antonio to watch the TABC All Star game that Ryan had been invited to play in. During the first full day there we went to this great little outdoor mall to pass the time. I stumbled across an oh-so-incredible Salvatore Ferragamo red patent leather bag that I was DYING to buy, but somehow really felt that Craig's extraordinary tolerance of my shopping habit would have come to SCREETCHING halt if I'd have even tried to come up with a way to spend $900 on a purse. A red patent leather purse, at that. I mean, how often would you really even carry it? They had a $400 version of it that I briefly considered but quickly realized I'd fare no better with that. So I held her and stroked her and told her I'd visit every chance I get. And I've been true to my word (well, just not in San Antonio)... until now.

See, remember that fab red trench I picked up for almost NOTHING in Rhode Island? Well I got to thinking how much I'd love a black leather Ferragamo bad and some spectacular Ferragamo high heeled dress boots. I mean, really? Can you imagine? Except that all that lovlieness would still be on ME, it'd be GORGE!

Before I get to the end of this story I may need to point out (just in case a few select people don't know this) Salvatore Ferragamo was the creater of the ruby slippers. THE. Ruby. Slippers!!! NO one knows patent (especially RED) like he does!!! Plus, I have a serious addiction to all things red, and a sick addiction to purses. It never ends.

So anyway, all that thinking about the black Ferragamos reminded me of my sweet little bag. So I decided to get one. Just not the really expensive one. But while I was looking at THAT one I stumbled across yet another red patent bag that was SCREAMING my name. Seriously, I heard it!!!

Wanna see 'em both? I thought soooooo!

Ferragamo... This picture doesn't show just how truly lovely the patent leather is. It's a thing of beauty, I tell ya! But actually... I'm thinking I'm happier with the cheap ones. I have three days to decide on this one. Hrrrrmmm?

... and the cheap date. This is a horrible pic because you can't copy the file except when it's tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny... anyway, I'm also getting the black patent one. Yay!

And while I was busy finding these treasures (and they're new, btw) I ran across this gem that I COULD NOT PASS UP. I mean, seriously, when you get THIS for $4, brand new? You go to jail if you don't buy it. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

And just for good measure I'll show you what I was actually looking for when this whole thing started.
THIS AMAZING PURSE... can you suddenly hear the angels singing?
This would NOT go well with the trench and black boots but I'd be willing to wear sweats with it if I had to, just to carry it. (God, could you imagine THAT? Not good)
:::sigh:::

...plus these boots, but black patent leather, rather than just leather. Still stunning, agreed?

And with that, I really must depart. This whole thing has left me emotionally drained! hahaha

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Tuesday I had to take Woody to the vet because his ear had been swelling up so much that it looked like a water balloon. The vet diagnosed an aural hematoma. He said it was so big that it could only be dealt with by surgery. Oh sure, there were other options but he felt certain that they would fail and he'd have to have surgery anyway. I was scheduled to have my 2nd steriod epidural yesterday so Austin had to take Woody to the vet while Craig took me.

Afterwards, Craig brought me home then went to work. It took me all of about 5 seconds after hitting the bed to fall into a deep sleep. I guess the effects of the anesthesia stayed with me for a while. I woke up about 5:30 when Craig came in with Woody. Poor baby!!! $600 bucks later, this is what he looks like.

He's gotta stay wrapped up like this until Monday, then they'll re-wrap it and he'll have five more days of it. It's driving him nuts, but he's being a good boy and leaving it alone for the most part.

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God damnit! I'm up at the fuckin ass crack of dawn AGAIN! This is getting pretty ridiculous. I'm lazy and I love to sleep so I'd really like someone to tell me why the hell I'm so motivated these days. 'Cause it sucks hard core.

Craig left to go play golf about 30 minutes ago. And uh, before I try to act like I'm TOO motivated, let me just assure you that there is no fucking way I'd be up this early to go play golf! Ugh.

Craig and I stayed up til about 2 this morning looking for old friends online. Its really weird for me because, living here, most of the people I went to school with still live somewhere around here. Hell, half of my kids' friends have parents who were friends with the dick my ex-husband and I back when we were in school. Some of my kids' teachers were MY teachers. No one ever really leaves this town. Its kind of cool... and sort of sad, too.

So the waiver was filed with the NCAA on Friday by UTA. I guess we'll find out in about two weeks if Ryan will be granted the waiver to play this year or if she'll have to red-shirt this first basketball season. Even if she does, they still want her to run track for them and she will not lose a year of basketball eligibility... she just might have to wait one season. That won't be a bad thing as far as her skill level goes, but it will drive Craig and I nuts because we really just love going to watch the games. In fact, we're totally relieved that Kyra is going to be a manager on the high school team again so that we have a good excuse to go to the games. We've known all those kids forever and this is the first year that Ryan is out of high school so its really strange for us. We don't miss games... ever. It will still be strange with the college games (whenever she gets to start playing) because I'm sure there will be some away games that we can't make it to. They are going to a tournament in the Bahamas for Christmas and I've been perstering Craig about going. Fuck all the presents, lets just go away for a few days.

Wow... I cuss alot, I know that. But I'm on a roll today.

Ciao

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Before I start- I just need to remind everyone that the COWBOYS BEAT THE eagles LAST NIGHT!!!! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooot!

Of the five new blogs I've been reading the last week or so, 3 are about still births or infant death (soon after birth). It's heartbreaking and very hard to read, but at the same time I find myself riveted. The women seem pretty damn strong to me, because I'm not strong enough to survive something like that. I just can't imagine going to the doctor for a regular visit when you're almost 40 weeks pregnant and having them tell you that the baby has died... then going straight to the hospital for delivery. You just don't get time to prepare you mind (or heart) to wrap around that loss and think of what you'd like to do. It's just too fast when you've spent the last 8 or 9 months planning to bring this new life home, then at the last minute you're told the exact opposite but you're still expected to make choices on how you'd like to handle things. That's just not possible!

In other sad news: Yesterday morning I got a call from my mom. She didn't sound right, but I was so tried I couldn't really figure out what was wrong. I ended up calling her back about an hour later because it kept bothering me. Finally she said, "I just need to get out of the house" so I said come on over and made a pot of coffee. My parents only live 4 blocks from me so I knew she'd be there pretty quick. My mom smokes so I went outside to set out some of our lawn chairs (so she could smoke while we talked) and when she got here I reallllllly knew something was wrong. She was pale and shaking. I asked what was wrong as she got out of her car and she looked at me very matter of factly and just blurted out, "Molly died."

I was shocked! Nothing was wrong with Molly! (Ok, Molly and Max were my mom and dad's Maltese dogs. Just adorable, tiny little things) Max had to put down about a year and a half ago because he had some kind of liver problem that caused him to end up blind and very sick when he was only about 6 years old. My parents spent almot 10 grand over the course of two years trying to keep him healthy enough but he just kept declining so they put him down to end his suffering. Molly has never had any problems... in fact she was just at the vert last month getting her shots and blood work and nothing was wrong. Saturday she was in my parents' back yard chasing squirrels but by Sunday something was wrong. She wasn't lively like she normally is and wouldn't eat so Monday morning my dad asked my mom if he should take her to the vet while mom was at work. Mom agreed, just to make sure she wasn't getting sick.

My dad called my mom from the vets office and said they had taken Molly out of the exam room immediately and rushed her to the back. She was on oxygen and the vet said it didn't look good at all. Her heart was enlarged and she was having issues with her lungs. My mother left work immediately and rushed to the vet. When she got there my dad was outside and said that Molly had just died. My mother was bawling, then the vet rushed outside to say that Molly's heart was beating again so mom hurried inside. There was fluid and blood coming from Molly's mouth and nose and Mom knew there was no coming back from whatever was wrong so she told the vet to euthanize her. She stayed with her, holding her and crying while it was being done. She said right at the end Molly just made eye contact with her and died like that.

She is heartbroken... so is my dad. They are just like me when it comes to the dogs. I don't even LIKE little dogs, but these two were just so sweet and cute. When Max died they were all so heartbroken and Molly really seemed be the worst, so about 4 months ago my mom and dad got a new puppy and his name is Jake. So cute but a pain in the ass.

I made dinner last night and ran it over to mom and dad. I knew they wouldn't eat if I didn't and my mom seemed better last night but my dad is feeling guilty and it shows all over his face. He thinks that he should have known something was wrong sooner. This is the same man who, when he noticed on Sunday morning that Molly hadn't eaten, made some scrambled eggs for her so entice her to eat.

So yesterday, other than Ryan's birthday, just sucked. I know that losing a dog is NOWHERE near losing a child, but still... its horrible.

Craig is in California until Thursday night so that means I'll be busy doing nothing.

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Well, I have to admit that I'm pretty damn surprised at how great my weekend turned out. I've been so stressed out over the shit with Ryan (well, really with UNT) but Craig really went out of his way to just pamper me yesterday. Oh sure, he managed to get in his usual 36 holes of golf for the weekend (as every weekend) but he really just spent time taking care of me... maybe it was because he was tired of me being bitchy the last 2-3 weeks or so, but still.

We had my perfect little niece for a few hours Saturday while my sister ran errands and I just really can't get enough of her. Craig always calls me "Auntie" when she's around so thats what she calls me but when she says it, it sounds like "Onnntie." And "Uncle Craig" still sounds like "Unga Quack" but its so damn cute that I hope she calls him that for the rest of her life. I could just squeeze her all day every day.

Today is a strange day. My baby, my youngest, turns 19 at 9:26am. (Yes, Kyra is younger than Ryan, but I'm talking about the kids I gave birth to) I've never been away from her on her birthday, but I am today and my heart is breaking just a little lot. Sure, she came home this weekend and we had a blast, but still...

I guess I shouldn't really say she "came home this weekend." I mean, that's what she did, but she only lives in Arlington (20 minutes away). It's not the distance that's the problem, its the time spent in workouts. She's always put alot of time into working out... always... but college basketball workouts are very time consuming this time of year because they can't practice as a team yet. They can do conditioning and drills (2 seperate workouts) but they can only have 3 team members going at the same time. I think its the first week in Oct that they can work out as a team. Until then, she has classes all morning and then two different workouts each day. Plus they have mandatory study hall and mandatory advisory meetings with coaches. She's hardly ever in her apartment.

But today I just wish she was here. Every year on her birthday I've let her stay home from school and when Craig leaves for work she'll come sleep with me for a couple of hours then we'd get up and go shopping or spend the day at the spa. I wish we were doing that today (my pedicure needs a touch up!!!) Seriously, Happy Birthday Baby Girl!

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This is a strange weekend. First there's Ike... errrr, the lack of Ike might be a better way to describe it. It's been a snooze fest around here!

The girls and I spent most of the day at the salon. Ryan, whose highlights have grown out WAYYYYY too far, decided that she just doesn't have time to keep them up so she had my stylist take it all back to her natural color. It looks so good! She's let it grow to the middle of her back and now with it being a darker brown it just looks so healthy and pretty! Earlier this week I had my hair all cut off. Plus, they did my highlights and took the lowlights to a deeper brown. I love it! I love it so much that I had them cut Kyra's off just like it... only a smidgeon shorter. She looks adorable! I'll have to post some pics tomorrow.

Austin is in Stephenville with his girlfriend and Ryan has gone to TCU to hang out with her friends for her birthday so the house is just really quiet. Even though they're gone alot it just seems strange. Not really sure what it is.

My sister called this afternoon asking if I'd keep the baby for a few hours, so Craig ran and picked her up since he was taking Ryan to TCU. We just had the best time laughing and giggling. She is 2 weeks past her 2nd birthday and she's almost potty trained. My sister is worried that she's taking too long, but I explained to her that I was home with Austin and Ryan all day every day so it just made it easier. They were both done before 18mos, and it was no problem but I wasn't having to count on a sitter to do it during the day. But she does soooo good when she's gotta go and just announces it to the whole room, "Potty!" Cute stuff.

Family dinner tomorrow since Ryan's birthday is Monday. I'm dreading cooking, to be honest. We heard from UNT on Friday and they want another meeting with us next week. Craig is going to be in Cali from Tues-Thurs so I think that means that Ryan and I will have to do it alone. Not my preference, but I can't really ask him to cancel meetings. =0(

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It's been a busy week. We had a meeting at UNT regarding "the situation" but so far don't know anything. Not sure when we will, but I don't think it's going to be too much longer. It doesn't really matter I suppose. She's got her scholarship and even if she has to red-shirt basketball this year they will still let her run track (errr jump, I mean).

I'm going to pick her up tomorrow after I get my hair done. Monday is her birthday so it's time to spoil her. She got her monthly stipend yesterday of $1200 so I guess she'll do some of her own shopping, too.

I've got a confession. I'm very, very conflicted over. You see, I have an aversion to buying a new car in the first year of production but GM has really messed with my timetable and now I've got some thinking to do. You see, I have a secret crush. I'm just head over heels in love, but I can NOT let my truck know. I've been hiding it from her (yes, my truck is a "she") for about a year and a half. Did you see the movie Transformers? Bumblebee is tha shit!!!! Oh, it takes my breath away!

I've owned two Camaros (one Z28 and one LS) and I lovedddddddddddd them! (Especially the Z- she was a bad motor-scooter, as my dad would say!) My truck is awesome and is perfect for me, but OMG do I ever want thissssssss.....

Tell me you wouldn't drive her!

Now, I would just feel so bad for my truck. You can't just shove her aside because you find something new, right? She'll be crushed!

And then there's the issue of it being the initial production. Not a great time historically for purchasing new cars. But this car was SUPPOSED to enter the sales arena in 2007, then early 2008... then late 2008, and now the 2010 is coming out first quarter of 2009. Hmmmm, it makes me pause.... I just hope that pause is for more than the first month its out! Yikes!

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I have a few quirks, I can admit it. (It may be MORE than "a few" but that's just how I'm characterizing it today) I knew from an early age that it probably wasn't normal but its just how I felt.

As a young child, if I talked to one of my stuffed animals I had to talk to ALL of them. If I hugged one, had to hug them all. If I have a room (or hall as the case may be) where the lights can work off of more than one switch, it will drive me nuts if the switches can't all be in the "off" position. When I walk I avoid cracks in the sidewalk like the plague (or like a kindergartner). When I drive over bridges I almost always hold my breath. If its a long bridge I'm shit outta luck.

I'm left handed so if I'm asked to choose something on the left or right, I will most often choose left. (Maybe it has something to do with "left" having 4 letters and "right" having 5) I will almost always be drawn to the middle child in any situation... probably because I am a middle child. (And in MY case, the middle child is #2)

But the worst, by far, is my intense dislike of any odd numbers. I can't stand it. Its totally irrational but odd numbers just creep me out. I had never told anyone that because, even to me, it just sounds utterly ridiculous but one day Craig and I were watching tv and someone said it on the show. He laughed and (rightfully) said it was stupid. I finally 'fessed up to him that I felt the same way. He doesn't understand it (neither do I) but its just me.

My sports numbers were almost always double numbers (00 and 44 mostly) but oddly enough my favorite NASCAR driver was Dale Earnhardt (#3). I really can't explain it except maybe that I liked him because he was politically incorrect... like me.

I rarely hold my tongue when I'm pissed and if I do, its usually because I know that if I let one word of what I'm thinking/feeling eek out then it will all come out in word vomit and there will be no way to stop it. Quite often I feel bad after that happens but usually not bad enough to do anything about it. I guess that's how I deal with anxiety.

Speaking of anxiety... I wish we'd hurry up and hear from the NCAA. The wait it killing me!

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