Pics - of my hair, and Levi - and a note to Mr/Ms Anon

First off, here is a picture of my hair. Not the best picture, but the best one you are going to get of me, after work and a shower, and exhausted. :) It does show off my forehead quite nicely, LOL.





And because I took a couple of pics of him tonight, here are a few of my poor little man. The poor baby, no one feeds him. He is just wasting away.



Levi is now almost 6 months old. Can you believe it? He will be 6 months old next Thursday. Where did the time go? He can sit up by himself, he can hold his heavy bottle (10 ounces!!) He can crawl - backwards. Although today he has learned how to get on his hands and knees and sort of throw himself/flop forwards, so by the end of the week he should be moving forward.





This whole getting ready to move, it has me somewhat hormonal. I can fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. I would love to say more about it, I am going to bite my tongue, and just try to make my point as nice as possible. This probably wont come across the right way, but it isnt meant to be snarky, or bitchy or anything like that. I am just responding to the comment.

To the anon poster that left me a comment today I am just going to say a few things. While I appreciate your concerns, you obviously only know about a portion of our past, in which I have blogged about, but you know nothing about our present, or our future. Nor do you know the whole story about what happened. He probably does seem like he is doing fine without me there. And he probably is. I am doing fine here by myself as well. But that isnt a marriage. A marriage is two people. It is a partnership. And that is what we are. Yes we had issues - caused by BOTH of us, and because of those issues, we both have grown in who we are together, as well as who we are seperately.

You also do not know or understand who my in-laws are. My in-laws would not lie to me to cover up for their son. They are not those type of people, thank God. It has already been proven.

And let me point you in the direction of something. My daughters will be fine. My sons will be fine. Their education will be more than fine. I am a mother first, above all else. I am doing this for my children as well. They deserve to have a mother and a father who are together. You talk about the missed opportunities for schooling because they will be in Honduras. Which, with homeschool, I am taking care of those opportunities. No worries. But by staying in the US, they will be missing out on all sorts of LIFE opportunities.

Oh and, if you care so much why not post who you are.

Lastly, does he really love me? That he does. That he does. He is at our house, by himself. Not with the mother of his children. (she is at her house with her husband - and if you had a clue as to how their relationship is with one another, you would know how I know for sure). You said alot of you are doubting his heart? Well good for you. Who and what you doubt means nothing to me. What matters is if I doubt his heart, or his sincerity. And I don't.

ACK... look at the time... like my hair, its getting shorter

Do you see these numbers? Do you see how few there are? Have you seen my house? Of course you haven't because I haven't posted pictures. I would show you pictures, (and I will, I promise) but my camera has some issues and it went in for therapy. Don't worry though, it should be back tomorrow. (Its about time too. I havent had a working camera of my own for a while now. I can't wait to get it back).

MySpace Generators

Due to what I am calling stress and/or a moment of insanity, I cut my hair. I came home Monday from work, went into the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower, looked into the mirror and said, I need to cut my hair. It was something that I *had* to do, right then. So I did.

If you know me, you know that I have had long hair for a LOOONNNGGG time. There is a reason for that. My hair grows so freaking slow. Or at least it seems like it. It probably grows on the slow side of normal, but it is so thin, and so fine, that it seems to take forever. I am very picky with my hair too. In the past 5 years, I have had my hair cut 3 times. Yup, 3 times. Once in Feb 2003. Once in April of last year, and once in June of last year. I usually do the trimming of my hair. However, Monday, I did a bit more than trimming. I took off more than 8 inches of my hair. It barely touches my shoulder. I can get it into a mini ponytail though, and that is all that matters.

I don't regret it, I am just shocked that I did it. And I messed up the back, because when I cut so much off (with non-hair cutting scissors) I didn't do it the right way. I just pulled it into two pony tails, and said sniiiip. So I had a couple of spots in the back that were no where near close to even. So what did I do? I took my mostly dull fabric scissors to KFC and had my manager fix it up for me.

Life can't get any better than that, can it? Its like the Hair Cuttery, catered. I didn't tell my brother yet. He is going to cry. He loves my hair. He calls it the corn silk hair. That is what my manager at KFC said to me too. She said I have corn silk hair, and she would love to just sit there and brush my hair all day, LOL. I also didn't tell Lale yet either. Well I haven't talked to him since I did it, but I don't know if I am going to tell him, or just suprise him by showing up with short hair. He doesn't like me with short hair, but when I asked him last year about cutting it this short, and what did he think, he said he didn't care. So lets see how much he freaks out when he finds out, LOL.

Here is a picture of me last April, when I got my hair cut and colored. See how long it was?

This was one year ago Friday. I know it was my birthday, so why wasn't I smiling ? LOL. I don't know what was going on with me, and why I wasn't smiling. But anyway, see how long my hair was?

See my color that I had done? I LOVED LOVED LOVED it.

To bad my hair doesn't hold color, and within 2 weeks it was all back to brown. Stupid hair)

Once I get my camera back (please let it be tomorrow, please, please, please) I will take a picture and show you all my new hair cut, and you can tell me what you think. Depending on what I end up doing, I may decide to color my hair too. Who knows. Thats my problem with my hair though. If I leave it alone, I do ok. Once I start messing with it though, I start to change it over and over and over. It becomes addicting.

Oh wait, here is another picture I found on my photobucket account of my hair back in January 2004. Isa was almost a month old when I took this picture. (which explains the extremely large boobs - they almost take over this picture, dont they, LOL) I love how it looks here, with how dark it is (my natural color) and that it has some curl. My hair is pin straight, and when I am lucky enough to get some curl into it with a curling iron, that curl lasts all of 5 minutes. The somewhat curl that I have on the serious picture way up there, that was 30 minutes after I left the salon, and my hair was VERY curly when I walked out the door. My hair just wont hold a curl.

Going to the chapel...

Lale and I got married in a civil ceremony in Honduras in November 2003. He had issues with a church wedding, because that means that it is forever. (what and 5 children isnt, LOL) So I agreed to wait until we had been together for 10 years to have a church wedding. Then he would feel comfortable enough to know that it was a forever relationship. (I know, I know) Well I have been hearing from a bunch of little birdies - that are my inlaws - that Lale is planning our wedding for when I get there. Which is awesome. It means he has realized, 3 years ahead of schedule, that we are forever.

The only problem with that is, I dont know when it is supposed to happen. Which means, I can't tell my family and friends when it is, so that they can to come down. What am I supposed to do for a dress? I found one that I am going to get, but it is custom made, and it takes 16 weeks or so to get it. What if I get there, and I lose alot of weight, then I have to have the dress taken in, that adds extra time to it as well. So many what ifs. And I can't ask him when he is planning the wedding, because I am not even supposed to know. AARRGG. Men. Doesnt he understand that this is something that he shouldn't be doing on his own?? Doesn't he realize that it is the BRIDES day?

Anyway, here is the dress that I am going to get, only instead of the red color, it is going to have blue instead. (I think. I still haven't totally decided). What do you think?

The Front

Detailed Front Picture

The Back

Aliado del Tiempo

If you don't speak Spanish, you can just ignore this post. I just really, really, really miss my husband.

*I so can't wait until I am in Honduras*

TENGO GANAS DE TOCARTE TODO TU CUERPO,
SER ALIADO DE LAS LARGAS HORAS Y EL TIEMPO,
PARA PODER DETENERME A CADA SEGUNDO,
Y TENER LA DICHA DE SEGUIR RECORRIENDO
TU CUERPO DESNUDO Y HACERTE EL AMOR.

EN TUS BELLOS OJOS HE ENCONTRADO ESE BRILLO,
Y EN TUS LABIOS EL SABOR QUE TANTO ME GUSTA,
EN TU CUERPO LA PASIÓN QUE LLEVO ENCENDIDA,
Y TU ALMA ME PROVOCA ALGO QUE ME ASUSTA
QUE ME ESTA ATRAYENDO Y CREO QUE ES AMOR.

NO ENCONTRABA LA MANERA DE HACERTE EXTENSOS,
TODOS MIS DESEOS Y MIS MAS BELLOS SUEÑOS,
NO SABIA COMO DECIRTE COSAS HERMOSAS
Y POR ESO TE LO DIGO EN ESTA CANCIÓN.

TE AMO, ESPERO QUE TAMBIÉN TU SIENTAS LO MISMO,
QUE NECESITES PARA VIVIR MIS BESOS,
TE AMO, TE AMO Y QUIERO PROPONERTE UNA COSA,
SI ESTAS DE ACUERDO QUIERO HACERTE EL AMOR.

EN TUS BELLOS OJOS HE ENCONTRADO ESE BRILLO,
Y EN TUS LABIOS EL SABOR QUE TANTO ME GUSTA,
EN TU CUERPO LA PASIÓN QUE LLEVO ENCENDIDA,
Y TU ALMA ME PROVOCA ALGO QUE ME ASUSTA
QUE ME ESTA ATRAYENDO Y CREO QUE ES AMOR.

NO ENCONTRABA LA MANERA DE HACERTE EXTENSOS,
TODOS MIS DESEOS Y MIS MAS BELLOS SUEÑOS,
NO SABIA COMO DECIRTE COSAS HERMOSAS
Y POR ESO TE LO DIGO EN ESTA CANCIÓN.

TE AMO, ESPERO QUE TAMBIÉN TU SIENTAS LO MISMO,
QUE NECESITES PARA VIVIR MIS BESOS,
TE AMO, TE AMO Y QUIERO PROPONERTE UNA COSA,
SI ESTAS DE ACUERDO QUIERO HACERTE EL AMOR.

TENGO GANAS DE TOCARTE TODO TU CUERPO,
SER ALIADO DE LAS LARGAS HORAS Y EL TIEMPO,
PARA PODER DETENERME A CADA SEGUNDO
MI VIDA Y HACERTE EL AMOR.

Blog of Distinction...

Wow. I got an award from Damama. She choose me as a Blog of Distinction. I am honored. And for once, speachless.

It was created by Working Mum On The Verge to honor blogs that make you, "think, laugh, cry or sigh." The only rule is you should pass it to another 5 blogs. This will be difficult since so many blogs I read fall into this category. I will pass it on to:

The More, The Messier - because as a fellow mom to many children, she lets me, as well as the rest of the world, know that I am not the only one who is surrounded by crazy children, LOL.

La Gringa Mas Bella - because she is going through the whole immigration battle, and still does it with a smile on her face, and can joke about it.

Mr. Smith Goes To Delhi - anyone else who can move a crew (of 6 kids) to a different country, and can blog about the cultural differences, in such a funny way, deserves some type of an award.

Rocking Pony - Karen is a down to earth, very nice, and very funny woman who I can count on to make me smile, and her handsome son Micah is such a sweetheart, he has my heart. Plus she is supermom. She has her own (AWESOME) etsy store, has a breeding kennel, horses, and a couple of kids. Like I said. Supermom.

Honduras Sprouts - Adjusting to a new life in a new country is a hard thing to do. Mama Sprout is doing it, and shares her wisdom with me - via blog and via email - and I appreciate it more than she knows.

Thank you Damama for the vote. It makes me feel special and appreciated.

Now I am off to let everyone know how special they are.

And for those of you who didn't get an award, you are still special to me. I just had to chose 5.

30 days

30 days. Thats it. 30 days from right now I will be stacking my luggage out the front door, and saying good bye to this house. I wonder if I will be upset, or if I will be ok. I think I will be just fine. It helps that my mom isnt giving me a ride to the airport, but one of those airport limo/vans are instead. This day has been a long time in coming, and I can't wait. My new life.

I sit here and think about what my new life is going to be like, and how different it is going to be. I have an idea of what my life is going to be like, and I am going to post it here, so that later, I can come back and post what its really like and see how off I am.

Let me start with what my life is like now. Right now, I have an easy life, LOL. On days that I work, I get up, get the kids dressed and fed breakfast, take them to the babysitters, and work my 6-8 hours. Andre puts dinner in the oven (or I put it in the crockpot in the AM) before I get home. I get home, everyone eats dinner, gets a bath, and off to bed. I sit online for a bit then go to bed myself.

I sit here and think about what its going to be like in Honduras. It drives me crazy because I am a person that, while it seems like my life is chaos, I like order in my life. I like to have a schedule and everything - even if it is in my head. I know that in Honduras, clothes will be washed in the pila, by had. More than likely I will be washing clothes every day. I know that the cows have to be milked twice a day. Eggs have to be gathered. I have to get up early to make breakfast and lunch for Lale, so that he has comida when he goes arriba. (Ugh, and I am on of those that prefers to stay up late, and sleep late). Homechooling the kids has to be thrown in there somehwere as well. Dinner has to be made as well. Plus daily cleaning. I am sure my husband is going to want some ironing done, and I think I am going to have to teach the kids how to iron, because I don't iron. I think, in my almost 32 yrs of life, I may have ironed 5 times. Maybe. I hate to iron. Looking at this list, it doesnt look like there is much to do, but I seriously know that it is going to be crazy.

Plus the heat. I sooooo do not like the heat. So that will be another big adjustment. Although it used to be that in the middle of winter, I would be sitting in the house in a t-shirt and shorts, while everyone else is bundled into pants, socks, sweatshirts, and blankets. But after I had Levi, my whole body has changed. All winter long I wore socks in the house. And sweatpants. And sometimes two shirts. If you know me, you know that so is not me. Today it was almost 80 degrees, and I was wearing shorts, a tank top, and a hoodie. So maybe my body is saying it is ready for some Honduras heat, LOL.

As far as culture shock, I don't know how its going to affect me. I know that it will. I have done my research by reading about what has affected other people, and I think that in general I will be ok. But I don't know. The hardest thing for me is being so far away from my mom. She and I talk ALL the time. Seriously, we talk usually 5 times or more a day. That is going to be the hardest thing for me to give up. My friends, well I don't have many in real life friends that I talk to on a regular basis. Most of my friends are online, and I will be able to talk to them. Maybe not as often, but I can still talk to them. The only other person that I talk to usually on the phone is Gloria (my sister in law). But we talk usually once or twice a week if that. I am sure that I will talk to her when she calls her moms house. So no biggie there. I speak fluent Spanish, so that is a big plus for me. Most of my interactions are with people in Spanish, so I dont think that is going to bother me. I also look at this as an adventure, and a learning process. I hope that my outlook will help me adjust too. I also hope that I am able to help the kids adjust. Jordan shouldn't have a super hard time. She speaks Spanish ok, and makes friends real easy. Andre is going to have a harder time. He has a hard time with change in general, so this big of change is hard for him. And he has a hard time making friends too. And his Spanish isnt very good. I just hope that once we move, he will be ok. I know he can pick it up (the Spanish) and being immersed in it, its the best way to learn. The little kids, they are small enough, they can adapt without to much problems. Thats my hope anyway.

One thing I am sort of worried about is the change in culture. When my husband was here, we got along pretty well. I mean we are both stubborn, so we had our issues, but in general we were fine. We have similar thoughts on how the kids should be raised and all of that. But I have heard that once we get there, we may have some issues, because he is back in his culture, and he starts to see things as the right way. And to me they arent the right way. And because I am a very outspoken independant person, that too may cause some issues. His culture is all about machismo and appearances. The other week when I talked to him, I told him that I was worried about that, and that I hope he didnt expect me to change who I am, because I wont. I told him I understood about the difference in culture, and I can be a little bit quieter - well thats not right. Um I dont know how to say what I am trying to say. I guess I can keep some of the appearances up when out and about, but at home, I will still be who I am. Does that make sense? I reminded him that we are a couple. A pair. Equal. El no me manda, no yo a el. He laughed and said that in Honduras it is what he says that goes. But then he laughed and told me that he knows that I wont change, and that he doesnt want me to change. It calmed my fears some, but we will see once I get there what happens.

There are other things that I am going to have to work on as well. And it is going to be hard. With the exception of my sister in law Angie, I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when I see something, or when someone is treating me rudely etc. And from what I understand, that is to be expected. Not just because I am a gringa, because they treat their own the same way. And I am not for injustice to anyone.

I dont know. I am in for a big change. I am ready for it. Thats all I know.

More of my twins... UPDATED WITH WHO IS WHO

Two posts ago, I posted a picture of my twins Isa and Lana, born a couple of years apart. I went through my pictures that I did have (not many of Isa) and I thought I would post some more on here and see if you can guess who is who.

this is ISA

this is LANA

this is LANA

this one is ISA - this one was hard, even for me.

If I didn't recognize the couch, I would have thought it was Lana.

this is ISA again

You could be a super model...

I had a post in my head for today. And for once, it had somethign to do with me moving to Honduras. I mean, I started this blog for that main purpose right? It is called Following My Catracho, not Living with 7 Kids, LOL. But I have less than 35 days until I go. 35 DAYS. Looking around my house, I have a mini panic attack. I have so much STUFF in my house. I just want it gone. I want to wiggle my nose, and it be gone. But it doesn't work that way.

Anyway...

excuse the poor quality of the pics, my camera is in the shop, and I had to use Andre's.

At my good bye cookout thing, my nephew Matt told Isa, he said, Isa, you are so beautiful, you can be a super model. As I looked at her today, you know she may very well be. I mean she can already do the crazy hair things that they do on the runways. And you know, it is a stereotype that models are... well they are a few eggs shy of a dozen. That is Isa as well. She was playing with Levi today, and talking to herself, and this is what she said.

• I am starving. I am starving to pee. as she runs off to the bathroom
• When I gro up tomorrow, I am going to be a doctor too.
• When I be older, I want a bike.
• I want to go on a roller coaster. Roller coasters are fun. I want to be on the front of the roller coaster because it is mostest fun in the front. this coming from the biggest scaredy cat in the house.
• Levi you can go on the roller coaster too. You want to sit in the front where it is mostest fun with me? You have to go in the car seat. Do you have your car seat? Lets get socks on you so you can go in your car seat and go in the roller coaster with me today. Lets go Levi.
• Your cheeks are so big and big and big.
• Levi!! You cheeks are big still.

My favorite thing she says to me though is she loves me.

• Mom, I love you because you got us toilet paper.
• Mom, I love you because you got me a cup of water.
• Mom, I love you because you got us some yummy food.
• Mom, I love you because you washed our clothes.

You know, reading it, it sounds like buying toilet paper, giving her a cup of water, getting yummy food and washing the clothes is a rare thing.

Lets Celebrate You Leaving The Country... or something like that.

A long post with picture overload. :)

This past Saturday my mom had a family cookout. Sort of a good-bye cookout. I asked my mother who would be invited, and she said it would be me, and youngest older brother Dickie, and his wife Angie.

This is Dickie. I thought I took a picture of Angie, but I couldnt find one on the SD card.

I know how this sounds, and to be honest, I really do love my brother, and his wife. I just hate to spend time with them. Or talk to them on the phone. Not a visit (or talk) goes by without one (or both) of them saying something stupid or offensive. Today was no exception. I really don't know how I am able to keep my mouth shut, but I do. Maybe because despite the things that come out of their mouth sometimes, I still love them both.

Anyway, this post isnt about what was said, it was about that day. On Friday night I was missing my oldest older brother Alan, (well not quite my OLDEST older brother - that would be Tommy, but my oldest older brother that I talk to - confusing I know. Never mind) so I called him up. I was wishing that he could be here for Saturdays cookout. Especially since I was going to be able to see him in June, (that was when I was going to leave in June) but because my flight date got moved up, there was no way they would be able to get up here to see me before then, and there was NO way I would be able to afford to go and visit them. ANYWAYS... while talking to him, I felt that something just wasnt right with him, and I thought to ask him if he was here in MD. (He lives in KY). He told me no he was at home. Well my brother, who is going to be a pastor is a liar. Because when I got to my moms house on Saturday morning, guess who was there. Thats right my brother Alan, his wife Trisha, and their kids Alex, Matt and John. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. Although, maybe I shouldn't say he is a liar, that is kind of harsh. Maybe I should say he is a good truth stretcher. I mean after all , he was at moms home, and moms home will always be our home right??

Let me introduce you to Alan.


Oh wait, thats not his best side :)

Maybe this one is better... (can you see where I get my goofiness from?)

This one is better. As you can see, Mickey loves her Uncle Alan lots and lots.

And I would like to introduce you to Trisha, Alex (with Lana), Matt, and John.


It just made my day like you wouldn't believe. I missed him so much. I missed all of them. So I got to spend the day with them, as well as with Scott, Angie, my nephew Seth, my step sister Teresa, her hubby David, and their son Noah. The weather was perfect, and the kids had a blast and I just had a good time catching up with everyone.

And this is Seth.


I was able to get an ok picture of all the grandkids that were there. Although Noah didn't want to get in the moon bounce for a picture - but seeing everyone that was in there, I don't blame him ;)

Yes more than half of the kids in this picture are mine. There are 3 of the grandkids missing form this picture. Noah, who didn't want to get in the moonbounce, Jacob - who wasn't there, and Nick, who also wasnt there.

My mom got in the moon bounce too. I have proof.


Lana loved the moon bounce, so much so, that she fell asleep to all the bouncing. Levi hated it. (look at the grandkids picture above to see how much) I think the feeling scared him - even though no one was bouncing while he was in there.


Levi also got to spend time with his Aunt Trisha, and his Uncle Alan. Uncle Alan did an awesome job at putting Levi to sleep.

And I think he loved Alex the best, because he spit up on her quite a few times on Saturday and Sunday.



Lana also had an awesome time. She will grow up to be a great supervisor! And no kissing the supervisor while she is on duty. Johan came over to give her some loving, she wasn't having any of that thank you. She kept saying, DONT WANT PICO. (pico = kiss). I love my Lana bear, she is such a rough and tough cookie :)

And look at my twins. They were born 2 years 7 months 6 days apart. They look so much alike, its scary. I have pictures of them at the same age, and you can't tell that they are different kids.

3 weeks until a Sapo Verde

Sapo Verde means green frog. But it also means happy birthday. Happy birthday, with a strong Spanish accent, sort of sounds like sapo verde. Eh, never mind.


(and look - it is described as a typical Honduran birthday song)

Anyway, in 3 weeks (well 20 days now, since it is after midnight) its my birthday. And what I need you all to do is this. I have 7 children. So I need 7 volunteers to come to my house for a couple of hours, and each of you will take over one of my children. So it will be easy on you (since you only have one to watch) AND you will have 6 other people here to keep you company once the little ones go to bed. (and I send my kids to bed starting at 7:15ish - see easy night). That way I can go out to dinner, maybe a movie, maybe not, for my birthday. So sign up for who you want in my comment section. And don't worry, I have plenty of kids to go around. You all can even have your own party once my kids fall asleep. Discuss it among yourselves as to who will bring which liquor, and which foods. If it sounds tempting enough, I may just buy a cake and come home and party with you all.

And because I love you all, I went through my old posts - ones that I transfered over here from my other blog, that you probably haven't read yet. I found some (7 - thats not to many, right??) that I think are funny, and I thought I would link them here for you. I hope you enjoy them.

If you read no other links - you need to read this one OH MY
Stupid John Hopkins Nurses
The couple in the parking garage at John Hopkins
Translating for family - below the video
My husband vs the cricket - its below the ~*~*~*~*~*~
Free To Good Home
How I almost wrecked my car

(psst - take a look to the right - see my list. Almost everything is crossed off. YAY!!!!)

The meme from Kelly

I was tagged by Kelly the other day, and thought I would post it today.

What are your top 3 favorite foods?
general tso chicken, pupusas revueltas, and most of the food from Chapala's

What was the last book you read and would you recommend it?
The last book I read was Permanent Rose. It was one of Jordan's lbrary books. It was ok for a 10 yr old, I dont know how many adults would be interested in it though.

What are your top 3 favorite places?
On a horses back, just riding wherever. In bed sleeping. Wherever my husband is.

What was the last lie you told?
No you cannot open the pickles. They are for Saturday. Well technically they are, but I opened one jar anyway - after I said that the kids couldn't.

What are your favorite 3 sports (to watch or participate in)?
ummm... none really. I watch boxing sometimes, I am forced to watch soccer, but other than that, I dont know.

What was the last movie you watched and would you recommend it?
At home was Cars. At the theater was Live Free or Die Hard. Would recommend both of them.

List 3 things you can see outside of the nearest window.
trees with very few leaves, a green indoor/outdoor rug and the neighbors behind me.

Where was the last place you went?
To work last night to talk about my schedule

What are your top 3 favorite "good causes" or charities?
I can think of two right now. Casa De Angeles. Education for the poor in Honduras.

What was the last thing you did for someone else?
I took Gloria to the ER with Larry, as well as my 5 little ones, and sat with her there from 6pm until after 1am.

Name 3 places you have never been that you want to visit.
Greece, Italy, Ireland

What was the last thing you threw in the garbage/recycling?
soda bottle

Name 3 things on your bedside table.
light, paper and more paper

Describe or name the last piece of art you looked at.
the picture that Isa drew. It is a picture of Lale in a wheelchair. (why????) It was a good drawing though.

What are the top 3 things that your job requires you to think about?
chicken, for here or to go, and would you like a soda with that

What was the last musical or theatrical event that you attended?
Ummm, let me think. I think it was RKelly and Salt N Peppa back in 1994.

What are the first 3 things you would do if you won the lottery?
how much money did I win? A house, horses, help out some of my good causes from above.

Describe or name the last serious injury or illness you had?
I had an ear infection last week, and I busted out my left ear drum. Again. For the third time.

What are the top 3 things that you wish you could do?
sleep more. learn more languages just by reading a book. draw

What was the last thing that someone said to you that you will remember forever?
something that was said to me in Feb, that I wont post here, but it will probably always be in my mind.

I now have to tag 5 people. For this meme I will tag Jennie, Amie, Damama, Honduras Sprout and Andrea