I Love My Cousins

This is Angie's new husband...yeah...the one with the ball and chain. I thought this was a great idea, very original, and friggin hilarious because he actually walked AROUND with it on, and he did it with PRIDE. LOL!!
This is Angie and her dad, my Uncle John. I was trying to capture them slapping each other, but I couldn't because it happened so fast. Uncle John was wearing my Aunt Marge's hat, which was also quite funny.
Aunt Marge and Uncle John standing by the cake. I took this picture when Dan and Angie were nailing each other in the faces with it, so I didn't quite get the best shot of it, although they got each other pretty good. I love my Aunt Marge....I think she has a beautiful soul and I wish I could spend more time with her. (They have been married for fifty-eight years.)
Angie and her husband. Like I said, they got each other pretty good.
Andyro being silly. (I have so many pictures of you, Andy, that have this caption on them.)
This is Angie's beautiful baby boy, who was so busy being passed around that I felt bad asking for a chance to hold him. I got to pinch his little cheeks and his chubby little legs, and I took this picture while he was in his stroller. Everyone was fussing over him and he was just a talkin away. I'm glad I captured this look on his face because it is priceless. Doesn't he look like he's saying, "Enough of the fuss already! Can you people put me down for five minutes so I can at least take a poop in peace????"


Okay..so anyway, ladies, like I said in response to your comments, I didn't have enough time to finish my entry yesterday. It was late, I was hungry and tired, and Bryan was rushing me even though he says he wasn't. No, Andy, Bryan says to tell you he's never going to get over your smashed boobies against the window, because he seriously didn't know what to do. (Translation: He was afraid he might get yelled at. Which I would never yell at him for looking at your boobies, because you might punch me, and that shit hurts.)

I just want everyone to know what a great time we had and how much fun it was being there. We need to make a time sometime soon for us to hang out and see each other before the frantic pace of the school year hits us like a runaway train.

I love you all!

This weekend, I went to my cousin Angie's wedding reception and got to see a lot of my family that I haven't seen in a while. Everyone looked wonderful and I had a GREAT time. I would have stayed longer except that my better half wanted to go play friggin poker. I should have said no, because I heard there was going to be karaoke later. YAY!!I don't have time to make this a big update because Alexa just got a dog (thanks, Grandpa) and I have a carful of groceries out in the car. I want to post these pictures though.

Alexa and a newfound friend...Patches.

This is Sprocket, giving Bryan kisses.

More kisses for Bryan.
Me and Bryan. Don't we look tired? 

Anonymous Posters, etc.

Here's the deal...

I don't mind when people post anonymously..because you can. However, if you're going to make a snotty and/or smart ass comment, please at least have the balls to identify yourself. I do have to agree with my anonymous hater though...yes, thank God there are NO pictures of me in a bathing suit. WHY would I post pictures of myself in a bathing suit? That was just a stupid comment made completely out of context. Seems to me someone is just trying to be mean in a pussy ass way. If you're going to bash me, that's perfectly fine. But at least have the BALLS to identify yourself.

Moving on....

Things are going well. I am nineteen days sober, and I feel great, although sometimes when the stress becomes too much to handle it can be a struggle staying that way. So far, I have not fallen off the wagon. I am paying my bills and staying straight and spending more time with my family. That's why this song is on my website now.

Bryan and I are still strong, stronger than ever, even though he likes to aggravate me sometimes. And when I get pissed off and say, "I am too old for this shit," he agrees by saying, "Yeah, you're right. You are too old; you're THIRTY." And then I yell, "I am NOT thirty yet, I am STILL TWENTY NINE." He will reply, "Ahh, you're thirty." It's times like those when I want to strangle him. But then I think of all the nice things he does for me. For example, yesterday, when I was on my way out here, Alexa called me in a panic and said that she reached into her bunny cage to play with her bunny Sam, and that Sam was dead. She was crying and hysterical and I rushed out here to her. When I got here, Bryan went and borrowed a garden shovel from a neighbor, got a shoebox and a towel, and dug Sam a nice little grave out in the backyard complete with flowers and "last words." He didn't mind that he was wearing his nice clothes, or that he was sweating rivers, or that it was starting to rain. He just did it.

Or the night that I listened to this song that is playing on my website now. I listened to it in its entirety and abruptly got up from the kitchen table, went into my room, closed the door, and bawled into my pillow. I didn't realize how much it was going to affect me, or how much catching up I have to do on all the emotions I have stifled for the past four months. Bryan left me alone for about five minutes, and then came into the bedroom, sat with me on the bed, and, instead of trying to talk to me, just held my hand and rubbed my back instead. He later said he wasn't quite sure what I was so upset about, but he knew it had to do with the drug abuse and my family. He also knew him being near me and offering me physical comfort was enough. Later that night, when I fell into bed exhausted, he was right there with his arms around me and I felt safe and loved.

Ever since the night that a bunch of crazy (scary) shit went down at Kristy and Mike's house, we have been so much closer. Now I know for sure he loves me. I am no longer as insecure as I used to be, although I am a *touch* jealous. Shit, who am I kidding? I am jealous as hell. I am not used to being jealous; I am not normally the jealous type. This is a whole new experience for me. I am so sick of "bitches" staring at him. He looks good now...his adolescent acne is gone, he wears nice clothes and shoes, he's funny, and has a brilliant, winning smile that I just LOVE. There is no way to ignore that infectious smile. And when he goes around flashing it at everyone, I feel like jumping in front of him and saying, "Don't look or I will beat your ass." I don't want to become one of those women that scroll through his call list on his phone, or who don't even trust him to leave the house for five minutes, because that would make for a miserable existence. He has never given me any reason NOT to trust him. He goes where he says he's going, and he always comes back when he says he's going to. So all in all, even though I have to deal with some adolescent bullshit sometimes, I do feel pretty lucky. Plus, we both hate onions, love the color blue, and can debate on ANY subject. THAT'S love. 

For Andyro....

Hey Andy...

Bryan never forgot that you said you wanted to see some booty, so here his is. He bent right over for you. LOL. We took this picture today, so it is a fresh booty pic. Hope you like it. (I wouldn't let him pull his pants all the way down.)

I changed my music again. I plan on writing a big update this week, but I'm not sure when, so everyone just bear with me for now. If anyone wants to buy me a new laptop so I can publish from my apartment, I would love you forever. HA! 

For Angie.....

Hey Angie....I changed my music. Do you like this music? I thought you might like this song better than the other one. This one is relevant, too.

So, anyway..time for a little truth now. I have been completely sober for NINE DAYS. That is NINE DAYS of the following:

Waking up before 5 PM.

Eating real food.

Not grinding my jaw so hard that I wake up the next day with an aching mouth.

Not feeling as if I'm going to puke.

Not being mean.

Not beating the shit out of Bryan for no reason.

Not waking up, lifting my head up, and seeing holes in the walls, blood on the sheets, and doors laying flat down on the floor. (Yes, this has really happened.)

Not waking up with a ringing headache.

Not avoiding my friends and family because I feel like a big old piece of shit.

Getting things done that are supposed to be done, such as signing up for classes and paying bills.

Having WAY more money.

Not waking up with unexplained bruises.

Not having sore sinuses that are constantly clogged and sometimes bleed.

Not having eyes than run constantly because my sinuses hurt so bad.

Not having a filthy house that is always empty.

Not having sex that I cannot even remember the next day.


The last time I partied was the first night we were on the beach in Pensacola. I drank so much that when me and Ricky and Bryan went down to the beach, I fell face first in the sand, and, unable to move, could only mutter, "Help. Help. Help." Once they helped me off the ground, I jumped into the pool with all my clothes on. When I woke up the next morning, I wasn't hung over, but I decided I had had enough of the bullshit. So far, it's been wonderful. I really feel much better. I don't care if I ever see that white shit again, nor do I care if I ever touch liquor again. It makes me mean. I don't like being mean.

I am not familiar with the Sondra I was this summer. I don't like that person. I am happy now. I feel back to my old self, and this time, it's permanent.

I love you all.

More Florida Pics

Here is part two of our Florida pictures. FINALLY Blogger is working again. Hope you like! Someday I will write an update and let everyone know what's going on, because all of it is wonderful!!! Enjoy.

Bryan on Pensacola Beach. He bought a small picture frame souvenir and put this picture in it for his mom. She loved it.
View from outside the plane.
Bryan and Bella's Boppy.
Bryan and Bella's Boppy...again.
Me and Bryan at the bar, back home in Fenton. He looks like he fell asleep on me, and no I am not drinking in this picture.
The "I've been awake for fourty eight hours straight" face.
Another great view from the plane.
Bryan in first class, drinking beer, before take off.
The Pensacola Beach ball.
The water on the beach. Could it honestly be anything else?
A beautiful view of the beach. Bryan took this picture with the digital camera and then I added "The View" to it because it's beautiful. LOOK at that water!

Florida Pics

Bella in her car seat. laughing her ass off at me at the restaurant.
Me and Bella at Serra's house, the day we left.
Bryan and Bella in the hotel room.
Me and Bella in the hotel room.
Bella and her mommy...in the hotel room. She was grabbing for the camera.


We had a wonderful time in Florida. Matter of fact, being in Florida made things so much clearer. I really do feel the fog lifting and the clouds dissapating. Bryan and I are ten times stronger than before...and STONE COLD SOBER.

I don't have much time for writing so I thought I would go ahead and post some pictures here. Isabella is so beautiful and SO BIG! Serra (Ashley) has done a wonderful job with her. She was full of smiles and laughter the whole time we were there. What a joyous baby. I feel so much better. I miss her so much, and I can't wait until I see Ricky and Serra again. It was so refreshing to be in a different environment..it really turned my head around. I feel my old self returning...FOR REAL. I went to school today and added a class to my schedule, and in a while here I am going back when the bookstore opens to get my books for the semester. I am raring to go. I am ready, ready, ready to exercise my brain. This whole summer has been so crazy, I can't even describe it.

Well, Blogger is being really slow today in loading my pics up, so I am going to have to finish this later because its almost time to go get my books for my classes. I am HAPPY.