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10 July 2010 @ 04:28 pm

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28 June 2010 @ 09:46 pm
Chris and I lost a very dear friend yesterday morning.

He worked at The Hanger [a bar] as a bouncer on the weekends. He was not supposed to drink on the job. But knowing Kujo, those rules didn't apply to him. Before he left, he drank a bunch of vodka. Someone had taken away his keys, but Kujo had somehow gotten them back. Not 5 seconds after he left the parking lot...

He was in a head on collision Sunday morning around 5am. He had a passenger with him, but the passenger survived. The driver of the other vehicle died as well.

There's going to be a benefit concert in his honor sometime this week. All the proceeds are going towards the funeral costs. Not sure when the funeral is, yet. And I hope to God that it's not open casket.

The very first time Kujo met Sydney, he named himself her Godfather. And he was. He looked out for her. Protected her. Loved her unconditionally. Hell, he was supposed to be there for her first date, cleaning his gun, giving her date the "evil eye". Sydney is too young to remember him. But Chris and I made a promise to make sure that she will know him and know all the good times with him. I'm so glad that he got to meet her. We're taking her to the funeral. It's what he would have wanted.

Everytime Kujo introduced me to someone, he'd always introduce me as his sister. He would hurt anyone that even tried to lay a finger on me. He was my big brother. He gave the best hugs. And dammit...I can still hear that dopey ass laugh.

I called his phone today just to hear his voice. Whenever the phone started ringing, I almost expected to hear him pick up and say, "Hey sis, what's going on?" I didn't think that just hearing the voicemail could tear my world apart.

He never made the best decisions in his life. He had just gotten out of a 9-month rehab stint. He was clean. And he was on the road to making his life better. Dammit, Kujo, it's not supposed to be like this. Who am I going to have protect me? Who's going to call me at midnight, 1am, 2am drunk as hell just wanting to tell me how much you love me and that you love Chris more than a fat kid loves cake? Who's going to hug me really tight whenever I don't even know I need a hug? I want to be angry at you. But I just can't. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry today. But I'm glad that I broke that promise over you. Fuck...I'm going to miss you so much.

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06 May 2010 @ 10:45 am
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01 May 2010 @ 11:35 pm
Whenever you get time, will you please get me a new lj layout?
22 April 2010 @ 09:40 pm
Just because you EBF, doesn't mean that you're a better parent than the ones who don't.

FYI2: I have nothing against mothers who do EBF. Just the ones who think they're better than everyone else.
Current Mood: chipperchipper
07 April 2010 @ 12:22 am
If it were possible to clone a same-age version of yourself, do you think the two of you would be friends? Do you think you'd enjoy each other's company or find the similar point of view boring?

Um...I already have one of these. Haha.

I would say I'd be friends with my clone. They'd be the absolute one person that I wouldn't have to explain anything to- they'd just...get it. And understand.

We would probably enjoy each other's company, but it would most likely get boring sooner or later because everything would be the EXACT same. BUT! I would have an extra person around to help me with Sydney! And they would know exactly what they're doing! lol.
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06 April 2010 @ 11:45 pm
I want to slam my head against a brick wall. People are so ignorant.
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
31 March 2010 @ 07:35 pm
Cooking dinner for Pat, Phil and myself. It's Italian chicken- my way. lol. Chicken breasts dipped in oregano/parsley egg and coated with Italian bread crumbs with extra oregano and parsley [it's not overpowering, I promise] and pepper. Baked in a 9x13 pan with garlic and butter.

I very seldom cook, but when I do, it's always amazing. The first time I made my lemon pepper chicken, that's when Chris knew he wanted to married me. lol. But he's generally the cook in our marriage.
Current Mood: excitedexcited
27 March 2010 @ 09:48 am
Okay- I have declared today Pet Photo Day. Post a picture either in the comment box or on your own journal of your pet[s] as a puppy and now, their name [of course], age and favourite toy, favourite place to sleep, and who your better likes better- you or your spouse/significant other.



Name: Chester
Age: Two [3 next Jan.]
Favourite Toy: The blue squeaky dog thing that Lo got him
Favourite Place to Sleep: Papa's bed
You or Your S.O.?: Me. Definitely.
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
18 March 2010 @ 11:14 pm


Her first word. *sniffle* lol

Chris and I are ecstatic. He was playing with her and out of nowhere she just says it. OMG- too excited.