Things that make me think of my childhood
1. cotton candy,funnel cakes, candy apple
2. the smell of fresh cut grass
3. rain puddles
4. rainbows
5. cloud formations
6. my little pony,strawberry shortcake,rainbow bright
7. GOOD saturday cartoons
8. old school Nintendo
9. buttered popcorn
10. pig tails
11. boom boxes
12. jelly shoes
13. push up pops
Today, The Greater Savannah Sports Council made the announcement at its annual award luncheon.
The city will host its first ever Komen Race for the Rure on April 18, 2009.
Savannah will join the more than 100 cities and towns across the nation and world that hold the 5k run and walk each year.
Race director Robert Espinoza said this is a huge deal for Savannah.
“It takes awhile to get a race for the cure,” he said. “We’re really proud to get it.”
Nancy G. Brinker promised her sister Susan B. Komen, she would do everything in her power to end breast cancer. In 1982 that promise became the Susan B. Komen race for the cure which launched the breast cancer movement.
Reported by: Danielle Monroe,
This was taken three days after my C-Section… Can you believe it’s been a year? Look at how small they were!!!
The set up… We had a topical theme!
I did the silverware I wrapped them in ribbon and hot glued a flower on them 😀 YES it took hours of work…( I did have help) But, still it really turned out great! This is part one…
I did this little colorful display for my table at home. I wish I knew how to take “GOOD” pictures!
Well, It’s about week three into the Sports Soup ex debut and on air its been drama free!
ask me about down time? Not so much!
REmember when I told you I thought B had ulterior motives about being on the show… Well check out this little senario that happened.
E is a hard working man and is in an industry that has an unstable pay rate. A couple of weeks ago he had to bust his behind to make rent. With that being said. B invited him to a concert. E said no because he had to work to pay his rent. B said No problem I will pay your way. Red flag went up in my head. And I told E I really hope you said NO! He did. I said Oh Thank God! Because, it was brought to my attention that B has lent money to E before and it was all kinds of an ugly mess between the two of them. And just for the record I have seen this time and time again. It’s never a good idea to borrow money or even take money from an ex TRUST ME! If the break up is bitter it’s just ugly.. People start screaming law suits blah blah blah… So, take my advice just don’t go there! E still said no. And B went to the concert. And E went to work made his rent money. Everybody is happy.
The next evening E gets invited out. It’s an offer he cannot refuse. And best of all it’s free!!! He goes out… Takes pictures, puts them up on his page… ( do you see were this is going…? B text’s him ask’s him where did he take the picture… And he tells her and then he gets ” Oh so you can go out with them but, not ME”
Wha are we FIVE?? GIVE ME A BREAK!
I think this is pretty elementary. It’s High School and I really am having a hard time wrapping my brain around all of this. The only thing I can come up with is really B needs to let go. I would really love to blame this on the guy. But in this case I can’t!
sigh…
Oh and the drama doesn’t stop there…. I will catch you guys up when I get the entire story!
It use to be that I hated looking the way I did. I wanted to “blend” in( whatever that means now) I wanted to have blond hair and blue eyes and I wanted some “cute” little name like Alexis or Casey. Anything BUT, Dolores. Do you even know what Dolores means in Spanish? PAIN it means PAIN!! Who on earth would name their children PAIN!??? (ROLLS EYES) I was an ugly duckling… I was awkward and my nose (STILL HATE MY NOSE) looked like a beak(still a beak)… Brown hair and brown eyes??… BORING! I was UGLY! So, when I was going through grade school of course I was chubby… AND yep(not quite sure if you thinking it… ) BIG bottle cap glasses… blah…
I was chubby until I went to California. My relatives really didn’t like me being over weight so, they watched everything I would eat and criticized me for putting anything in my mouth other then carrots and salad and made my chubby behind learn what exercising was all about!
(IN comes my hatred for the bicycle and situps…)
And the fun part was… Welcome eating disorder(no joke here) I did lose a TON of weight that summer,at the age of 12 I was 120 I got down to 90( I am not quite sure how much 12 year olds are supposed to weigh so)… And STILL my beloved Auntie critized me because I wasn’t as SKINNY as she wanted me to be…( I wasn’t as thin as her daughter…)
I wanted to keep the weight off and I did, I was already a cheerleader( a chubby one) but, never the less a cheerleader! I had people complimenting me and I even had boys starting to like me!
They liked me because I lost all the weight not because, I had brown eyes and brown hair…
EVen when you did grow up in a military community you had your clicks, it was hard to break into them. And I did ONLY after I lost a ton of weight and was introduced to contacts. (why are we so shallow??)
So, thereafter, I pretty much embraced my looks(beak and all). I didn’t become uncomfortable with my looks again until I got here… Even still… NO southern belle could beat my hot sexy mix– Italian, French, Spanish, Mexican, Native American…. BEAT THAT!!!
Point is… I am pretty much back to were I was back then, FAT, BLAH although being brunette ROCKS… But, you know what I mean? I am back THERE… and I know it’s all within my control BUT, still it’s hard to be in a society were sex sells and in order to be beautiful you have to be thin!
I look at my beautiful daughter and I hope to GOD I can instill self esteem in her! I do not want to go through everyday wishing she is or looked like somebody else. I do understand all children have their awkward stage, but I want to be a better role model during that hard time.. BETTER then what I had. I tell her everyday how pretty she is… Because she REALLY is… And I am not just saying that. She has big brown light eyes and light brown hair oh and her tan what a beautiful color she gets… I just never want her to say 15 years from now that I set a bad example and I made her feel less then…
So, here is my question… DO our parents really mold our self esteem or do we as individuals create our own high or low self esteem?
Dear Self…
You being in a bad mood is NOT good for your complexion..( haha…) Get out of the FUNK soon!!
Keep it Fabulous!
ME
I have family in town… I have a first last birthday party to get ready for and I have a TON of thing I have to get done… So, ATCOTR will return on Monday… I will be posting picture of my party… Thanks so much!
Keep it Fabulous y’all…
My Inner Muse... 
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