Sunday, October 30, 2005
More Proposal Pics
Here are some more pictures of us while Victor is proposing. These are great!! We were lucky to be surrounded by photographers. I love you and and miss you!!
Love Renee
Girl trip
Ok, so I am really surprised that is has taken this long for a story about our "girl trip". Just for the record it was the best time I have had in along time with my "sisters". Ok so to start things off Lori and I decide the plan the trip so we already know that we are going to Wisconsin dells, so we go online to fined the perfect hotel, but for a reasonable amount which is code for really fricken cheap. So we find what seems to look like a nice hotel its called "the diamond hotel" its within walking distance from the water park so that's perfect. So we book it. The four of us girls (Lori, Michelle Renee and myself) head for the dells, we make decent time and get to the hotel. Now remember its 4 woman that are on this trip we have a ton of snacks and of course way to much luggage for a 4 day trip. As we enter the hotel we realize there is no elevator and we have to walk 2 flights of stairs with ALL of our luggage mainly shoes:) this is such a turn off already to us, but we ignore it, we get our room key, oh and yes when I say "key" I mean just that, it was literally a key it looked like a house key. Apparently this hotel was not up with the times. By this time we have nicknamed the hotel as the "ghetto hotel". Our first night seems to be going ok we are all getting ready for bed, bed assignments are Renee and Michelle in one bed and then Lori and I in the other. We are so tired from the day you can imagine how excited we are to get to bed. So for whatever reason I am the first to crawl into bed I pull back the covers and to my surprise the previous guests have left us a present, a great big period stained comforter....And we all go EWWWW!!! It was really gross but we all just laughed, and of course changed the blankets. Two days into our trip we decided to go Go-carting and being girls of course prior to our trip we all bought matching outfits in different colors to wear on the same day we all get our outfits on except of course Renee, she cant find hers, our room is pretty clean and organized. Renee had all her stuff in a drawer. So what do we do after looking, we do the only thing that makes sense at the time we blame the maid we are all so pissed I think Renee even called and told the manager that the maid took her pants. At the end of the trip we did find Renee's pants they fell behind the drawer. The poor maid. This is only a little bit of our trip, I am sure Renee,Michelle and Lori can add to it:) Even though it was back in 2002.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
With Karate I kick yer @$$! - Jack Black
Last Night I went to watch Robert and Kaylas Muay Thai belt ceremony. Robert passed from yellow to Green Belt and Kayla passed from white to Yellow Belt! Congratulations kids!! And without further Adieu! Here they are!
Those who know will crack up
This stems from a couple years ago when Lori and I were creating "That 70's Basement" so we had the green burlap couch, blacklights, Lime green shag throw pillows and a strobe light (that wasn't on).
Renee came down into the basement and I think Michelle Matt Rebeca Lori and I were down there and Renee goes "Cool! Blacklights." and then proceeds to breakout into a terrible robot dance. Hilarity ensued.
Renee came down into the basement and I think Michelle Matt Rebeca Lori and I were down there and Renee goes "Cool! Blacklights." and then proceeds to breakout into a terrible robot dance. Hilarity ensued.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
She Said YES!!!
I thought that I would take time out of my day to share with you the happiest moment of my life thus far. As you all know I went to Las Vegas with Mom, Dad and Victor to celebrate my 21st birthday. A few days before Victor called me at work to tell me that he had booked the Gondola ride in the Venetian hotel on Friday at 6:00pm as a surprise to my Mom. I was excited because I knew how excited my Mom would be. Little did I know....it would end up being the biggest surprise of MY life!
The morning of the 21st I decided to take my monthly shower. :o) As I was basking in the warmth of the water, Victor was in the room with Mom and Dad working up the nerve to ask Dad for my hand in marriage.
Victor told Mom and Dad how he admired how they raised all of us kids and that it would be an honor to be a part of our family....He also said that he admired me as an individual. I think Mom was already crying at this point....Then he asked if they wanted to see the ring and Mom (according to Victor) almost fell out of her chair. Dad said Yes for Victor to marry me by the way. All this while I was in the bathroom undoubtedly thinking about work.
5:30 rolls around and I notice Victor acting funny, sort of on edge but I don't think anything of it because he has been acting funny all trip. I attribute it to the fact that he is excited to be in Vegas. It is weird what sort of behavior you will overlook when you are not expecting anything.
Anyways, we walk up to the Gondola ride only to find a line. Victor tells me to wait in line while he goes and talks to one of the workers. I remember being annoyed at the fact that he left me at the back of the line and was standing at the front like a big nerd. I am thinking, why does he think we are special? We need to stand in line like everybody else. Especially since he tells me we are V.I.P (because he bought his tickets online) and when I tell this to the lady who is checking the tickets she takes one look at my ticket and then looks back at me like I am crazy. I then tell her I am with HIM (pointing at Victor at the front of line like he is a celebrity) and she walks away. After talking at the front of the line she comes back to us and opens the velvet rope for us to walk through. I felt so cool at the front of the line like I was at Disney World and got to cut to the front because I had somebody in a wheelchair with me...hehe but thats a story for another day! Anyways we are escorted into the Gondola by an Italian guy who turns out being our Gondolier.
He tells us that couples had to kiss under the bridges because it is considered good luck. As you may or not know Victor is not at all a fan of P.D.A. So you can imagine my surprise when he leaned over and kissed me under every bridge and before each kiss he whispered, I love you. When we were about to turn around the Gondola in the open part of the "river" the Gondolier says in his booming Italian voice, "I am going to sing a song now, okay?" As soon as he started singing a crowd started form around the open area of the river. (as you can see in the second picture) Then Victor reaches into his pocket, gets down on one knee in front of me and and as he is slipping the ring on my finger he says, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you" My mouth was hanging open (I stole a glance at Mom and Dad to see if they were as surprised as i was and was shocked to see that they had been informed beforehand) it was probably the only time in my life that I was ever speechless And I say "Oh my goodness, I can't believe it, I don't know what to say!!"
Victor says, "say Yes!" And I'm like, "OH OF COURSE, YES!!!" The gondolier yells out "she said YES!!!" And everyone around the fence started cheering and clapping and yelling, "let us see the ring!" So I held up my hand to recieve another cheer!! As we are going back to the beginning of the river, we are chased down by a woman asking us for our e-mail address to send us pictures of the proposal and those are the pics below. (dad was quick to hand her his business card) The gondolier announced "she said yes" two more times and we recieved more cheers and one more lady with pictures to send (although we haven't recieved those yet) Since we got back, Victor and I have been so happy, I think I told everyone that I could possibly tell. I can't wait to start a life with him and I am thrilled that part of my family could be there for that moment. I appreciate all of your Congratulations and I can't wait until we are closer to all of you. I love you all and miss you immensly. And remember, Buona Fortuna!!!
The morning of the 21st I decided to take my monthly shower. :o) As I was basking in the warmth of the water, Victor was in the room with Mom and Dad working up the nerve to ask Dad for my hand in marriage.
Victor told Mom and Dad how he admired how they raised all of us kids and that it would be an honor to be a part of our family....He also said that he admired me as an individual. I think Mom was already crying at this point....Then he asked if they wanted to see the ring and Mom (according to Victor) almost fell out of her chair. Dad said Yes for Victor to marry me by the way. All this while I was in the bathroom undoubtedly thinking about work.
5:30 rolls around and I notice Victor acting funny, sort of on edge but I don't think anything of it because he has been acting funny all trip. I attribute it to the fact that he is excited to be in Vegas. It is weird what sort of behavior you will overlook when you are not expecting anything.
Anyways, we walk up to the Gondola ride only to find a line. Victor tells me to wait in line while he goes and talks to one of the workers. I remember being annoyed at the fact that he left me at the back of the line and was standing at the front like a big nerd. I am thinking, why does he think we are special? We need to stand in line like everybody else. Especially since he tells me we are V.I.P (because he bought his tickets online) and when I tell this to the lady who is checking the tickets she takes one look at my ticket and then looks back at me like I am crazy. I then tell her I am with HIM (pointing at Victor at the front of line like he is a celebrity) and she walks away. After talking at the front of the line she comes back to us and opens the velvet rope for us to walk through. I felt so cool at the front of the line like I was at Disney World and got to cut to the front because I had somebody in a wheelchair with me...hehe but thats a story for another day! Anyways we are escorted into the Gondola by an Italian guy who turns out being our Gondolier.
He tells us that couples had to kiss under the bridges because it is considered good luck. As you may or not know Victor is not at all a fan of P.D.A. So you can imagine my surprise when he leaned over and kissed me under every bridge and before each kiss he whispered, I love you. When we were about to turn around the Gondola in the open part of the "river" the Gondolier says in his booming Italian voice, "I am going to sing a song now, okay?" As soon as he started singing a crowd started form around the open area of the river. (as you can see in the second picture) Then Victor reaches into his pocket, gets down on one knee in front of me and and as he is slipping the ring on my finger he says, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you" My mouth was hanging open (I stole a glance at Mom and Dad to see if they were as surprised as i was and was shocked to see that they had been informed beforehand) it was probably the only time in my life that I was ever speechless And I say "Oh my goodness, I can't believe it, I don't know what to say!!"
Victor says, "say Yes!" And I'm like, "OH OF COURSE, YES!!!" The gondolier yells out "she said YES!!!" And everyone around the fence started cheering and clapping and yelling, "let us see the ring!" So I held up my hand to recieve another cheer!! As we are going back to the beginning of the river, we are chased down by a woman asking us for our e-mail address to send us pictures of the proposal and those are the pics below. (dad was quick to hand her his business card) The gondolier announced "she said yes" two more times and we recieved more cheers and one more lady with pictures to send (although we haven't recieved those yet) Since we got back, Victor and I have been so happy, I think I told everyone that I could possibly tell. I can't wait to start a life with him and I am thrilled that part of my family could be there for that moment. I appreciate all of your Congratulations and I can't wait until we are closer to all of you. I love you all and miss you immensly. And remember, Buona Fortuna!!!
Happy Halloween!
When we were little my mom and dad were pretty adamant about us not celebrating "The Devils Holiday". But one Year we got our mom to allow us to participate in Halloween...with one exception.
We had to go as Bible Characters.
I wanted to go as the Great Flood, but Rob was just glad that he got to dress up finally. My mom didn't know how to dress me as the flood so I went as Noah.
Rob was a different story.
When Rob finally came out from getting his costume on, he had on brown corduroys a brown turtleneck and tree branches safety pinned to his clothes all over. Rob was a little apprehensive about his costume, but mom got him all amped up about how unique it was.
The Tree of Life idea didn't work out so well.
We had to go as Bible Characters.
I wanted to go as the Great Flood, but Rob was just glad that he got to dress up finally. My mom didn't know how to dress me as the flood so I went as Noah.
Rob was a different story.
When Rob finally came out from getting his costume on, he had on brown corduroys a brown turtleneck and tree branches safety pinned to his clothes all over. Rob was a little apprehensive about his costume, but mom got him all amped up about how unique it was.
The Tree of Life idea didn't work out so well.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
HAPPY BIRFDAY BERNAY!!!
Little Princess is now 21!
Look out world, there's a new party animal playing the game!
*ques the overplayed ESPN Techno Remix*
P.S. I think that's Renee in the Red...
Look out world, there's a new party animal playing the game!
*ques the overplayed ESPN Techno Remix*
P.S. I think that's Renee in the Red...
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Then Only thing I remember from Math class...
So I suppose that I sort of missed my window of opportunity with the embarrassing moment blogs but I figured this one was too good to forget....unfortunately....
So as you all know I hate math, I hate everything about it and this may be why. Well, one day in seventh grade, we were taking a test. And for those of you who remember I used to be smart in seventh grade so I wasn't having any trouble with my test even though I was in the HIGH math class. As I am calculating the percentage of apples Joey had left after he gave four to Suzy...suddenly within the silent walls of the classroom I hear a LOUD, PFFFFFFT (<--thats a fart sound) reverberating off of the walls.....and then even more suddenly I realize that terrible noise had come from MY tiny little bottom.
You can imaging the uproar in the classroom, everyone started snickering and looking around trying to figure out who it was. I felt like everyone was looking at me...so instead of denying it I decided to squash the speculation bug and fess up. (Let me remind you that had this happened to any other girl they would have promptly ran out of the classroom crying and switched schools) But I wasn't any other girl, So I said as I raised my index finger, IT WAS ME! and with a crimson face I went back to taking my test. Averting my eyes from those of my classmates and ignoring the eruption of giggles I decided it was the right thing to do.
After I turned in my test and started to make my way to the sanctity of the hallway I recieved pats on the back from the guys in my class saying, that was a good one! As soon as we reached the hallway one of the gossipy boys in my classroom literally yelled out what I had just done and proceeded to tell every person that was standing at their locker individually. I decided to ignore the harrassement and walked with my head held high to my locker.
To make matters worse when I got home and went to tell Michelle about what happened she informed me that the same boy that was in my class had scouted her out in the hallway to tell her what I had done. I couldn't believe news of this had even reached the HIGH SCHOOL!!! How embarrassing! But I will never forget when I told Michelle she didn't laugh. She said, Javier (the boy who had spread the rumor) is such a jerk, I thought he was lying. She was more concerned with the kid that had spread it around then she was with the fact that it was pretty funny. She protected me from feeling any more stupid then I already did! Thanks Belle! :o)
The next day at school was pretty normal, it seemed like everyone had pretty much stopped talking about it (in front of me anyways) except for the kid that went out and bought me a keychain with a stick figure farting...yeah HAHAHA! Anyways I hope you enjoyed my mortification! There are plenty more embarrassing stories to tell about me...I promise!!
So as you all know I hate math, I hate everything about it and this may be why. Well, one day in seventh grade, we were taking a test. And for those of you who remember I used to be smart in seventh grade so I wasn't having any trouble with my test even though I was in the HIGH math class. As I am calculating the percentage of apples Joey had left after he gave four to Suzy...suddenly within the silent walls of the classroom I hear a LOUD, PFFFFFFT (<--thats a fart sound) reverberating off of the walls.....and then even more suddenly I realize that terrible noise had come from MY tiny little bottom.
You can imaging the uproar in the classroom, everyone started snickering and looking around trying to figure out who it was. I felt like everyone was looking at me...so instead of denying it I decided to squash the speculation bug and fess up. (Let me remind you that had this happened to any other girl they would have promptly ran out of the classroom crying and switched schools) But I wasn't any other girl, So I said as I raised my index finger, IT WAS ME! and with a crimson face I went back to taking my test. Averting my eyes from those of my classmates and ignoring the eruption of giggles I decided it was the right thing to do.
After I turned in my test and started to make my way to the sanctity of the hallway I recieved pats on the back from the guys in my class saying, that was a good one! As soon as we reached the hallway one of the gossipy boys in my classroom literally yelled out what I had just done and proceeded to tell every person that was standing at their locker individually. I decided to ignore the harrassement and walked with my head held high to my locker.
To make matters worse when I got home and went to tell Michelle about what happened she informed me that the same boy that was in my class had scouted her out in the hallway to tell her what I had done. I couldn't believe news of this had even reached the HIGH SCHOOL!!! How embarrassing! But I will never forget when I told Michelle she didn't laugh. She said, Javier (the boy who had spread the rumor) is such a jerk, I thought he was lying. She was more concerned with the kid that had spread it around then she was with the fact that it was pretty funny. She protected me from feeling any more stupid then I already did! Thanks Belle! :o)
The next day at school was pretty normal, it seemed like everyone had pretty much stopped talking about it (in front of me anyways) except for the kid that went out and bought me a keychain with a stick figure farting...yeah HAHAHA! Anyways I hope you enjoyed my mortification! There are plenty more embarrassing stories to tell about me...I promise!!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
I didn't forget about my Gavin...the dam blogger assholes only let me do 5 images in that first post. Gavin knows Uncle Jason wouldn't forget about him!!! : )
OK, this isn't Gavin's fault. How would you look if you were that big of a boy smooshed in a confined space? Poor kid, he got a bum wrap in the beginning.
Gavin : 3 Mnths Ago...3 Mnths Old
The bond with the Tall Uncle has begun...the force is strong in this one! Note my left hand, I was Jedi Mind Manipulating him to no longer pay attention to the short uncles.
Gavin : Last Week...6 Mnths Old!
LOOK at how cute this kid is! It's amazing what a little room to grow will do. Seriously, this kid is getting too fucking cute for his own good. What a doll.
Update : If you were wondering how Josh looks these days...see below
They Grow Up TOO Fast...
Caiden : Almost a Year Ago...8 Mnths Old
Savanna : 8 Mnths Ago...1 Mnth Old
My Poor Nephew Josh : Almost 24 Mnths Ago...Days Old
He endured surgery, viruses, various illnesses, and death...literally...I am very proud to be the God Father of such a warrior. He is my families miracle baby.
Caiden : Almost a year ago...10 Mnths Old
Savanna : Unknown Months Ago as she ate the person that took this picture, he or she will be missed. I think mommy cleaned that dirty diaper up thank god! ; )
Seriously tho, how many hilarious captions could you apply to this picture?
Wait,wait,wait...I better not be hearin you tell me we are out of Squash!
Our babies are growing up : (
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Hurricane Katrina Aftermath...
So a couple weeks after Katrina, I come into work and start talking to Mike, just shooting the shit when all of a sudden, I look down at his shoes. What I saw next can only be desribed as pure terror...and hilarity.
You see friends, Mike's ankles were on the brink of death from hypothermia. Simple socks were not providing enough heat to these boney, hairy beings. Apparantly, Mike was planning on taking on his own Katrina Relief Mission...and he was prepared for the 10 foot swells he knew would be incoming. What he didn't plan for was his ankles, wrinkled, cold, abandoned, had given up on him. They could no longer 'weather' the burden of being exposed to the world. The regular warmth of the inside pant leg had forsaken them, and they had perished.
Now, Mike is forced to walk around on his knees...as his feet are now attached to his shins.
You may ask, where are his ankles now? Noone knows. But thousands of fat people with cankles all over the world are in search of these coveted skinny ankles in hopes that they can restore them to their once vivrant state.
Ok, all bullshit aside, Mike has jeans that would be short on Webster... :D
You see friends, Mike's ankles were on the brink of death from hypothermia. Simple socks were not providing enough heat to these boney, hairy beings. Apparantly, Mike was planning on taking on his own Katrina Relief Mission...and he was prepared for the 10 foot swells he knew would be incoming. What he didn't plan for was his ankles, wrinkled, cold, abandoned, had given up on him. They could no longer 'weather' the burden of being exposed to the world. The regular warmth of the inside pant leg had forsaken them, and they had perished.
Now, Mike is forced to walk around on his knees...as his feet are now attached to his shins.
You may ask, where are his ankles now? Noone knows. But thousands of fat people with cankles all over the world are in search of these coveted skinny ankles in hopes that they can restore them to their once vivrant state.
Ok, all bullshit aside, Mike has jeans that would be short on Webster... :D
Monday, October 10, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
Get your swimsuits kids, we're going to Siberia!
Since we are on embarassing stories, I shall have a go at it. It was Mike and my first Valentines Day together and he asked me to go to his church, they were having a little pot luck type thing for the couples of the church. One of the things on the agena was to play Pictionary. Well, for those of you who knew me back then (which is most of you :) I was pretty shy, and getting in front of people I didn't know was not my cup of tea. It was my turn to draw, my word was Siberia, so I started to draw everything that came to my mind. The blazing sun, a beach, sand. . . and believe it or not nobody was getting it! So at the end of my time when I revealed that my word was Siberia everyone looked at me funny. Then Mike told me I was correct in the deserted part but not so much in the sunny and hot part. I was so embarassed! FYI Siberia is very cold and very snowy, not hot and sunny. I repeat not hot and sunny.
'Shitty' Memories...
OK, I haven't posted in a while, so I figured I would take this time to tease myself before anyone else does, thus removing some of the sting. ; )
Story 1 :
Mike and Lori's Wedding. We were all at the church and were about to start the ceremony when all of a sudden, my Richard Colon kicked in and I had to take a shath. Now, I tried to wait it out, but got my infamous shath hole pains. (Little Background on my shath hole pains...SHP...when I need to poop REALLY bad, I get these INTENSE pains in my poop hole. It feels like someone is stabbing me with a friggen butcher knife and makes me want to shit myself).
Anyway, there I was...fending off the butcher knife, and my shath, when I decided I had enough time to take the Browns to the Super Bowl. So I did...and after I was done...I put my coat back on and saw a slight stain on my cuff link. After furtner examination from my eyes and nose, I determined it to be a shath stain. A shath stain on my cuff link. HOW DO YOU GET SKID MARKS ON YOUR SHIRT?!?! Leave it up to me.
I don't think I told anyone but Bec...
Story 2 :
This one is embarrassing to I will make this short and sweet.
Volleyball...Labor Day or Memorial Day or some day we had off...sweaty ass...incoming poop...toilet paper on toilet to prevent getting herpes...toilet paper attached to sweaty ass hanging out of shorts when I get back on court.
*runs away crying, toilet paper flapping in the wind behind me*
Story 1 :
Mike and Lori's Wedding. We were all at the church and were about to start the ceremony when all of a sudden, my Richard Colon kicked in and I had to take a shath. Now, I tried to wait it out, but got my infamous shath hole pains. (Little Background on my shath hole pains...SHP...when I need to poop REALLY bad, I get these INTENSE pains in my poop hole. It feels like someone is stabbing me with a friggen butcher knife and makes me want to shit myself).
Anyway, there I was...fending off the butcher knife, and my shath, when I decided I had enough time to take the Browns to the Super Bowl. So I did...and after I was done...I put my coat back on and saw a slight stain on my cuff link. After furtner examination from my eyes and nose, I determined it to be a shath stain. A shath stain on my cuff link. HOW DO YOU GET SKID MARKS ON YOUR SHIRT?!?! Leave it up to me.
I don't think I told anyone but Bec...
Story 2 :
This one is embarrassing to I will make this short and sweet.
Volleyball...Labor Day or Memorial Day or some day we had off...sweaty ass...incoming poop...toilet paper on toilet to prevent getting herpes...toilet paper attached to sweaty ass hanging out of shorts when I get back on court.
*runs away crying, toilet paper flapping in the wind behind me*
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