<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:41:03.511-07:00</updated><category term='Work'/><category term='WoW'/><category term='Workout'/><title type='text'>No.1 BAMF</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4935974119090940888</id><published>2008-11-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:25:43.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat near death experience</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a loooong time since I have posted but i have decided to start this up again. &lt;br /&gt;This morning a co-worker by the name of Doreen gave me a piece of pineapple that she said was to die for;as i was chewing on this piece of fruit she tripped on a file drawer that was somewhat open and started laughing, this in turn made me laugh and before I knew it I was aspirating!!! &lt;br /&gt;I have never aspirated before and this was not a pleasant experience, I could not breath for about 20 seconds and when I caught my breath I started coughing horrendously. I coughed for 20 minutes straight, thought I was going to throw up twice, cried due to constant coughing and throat pain, and I swear I still have a piece of pineapple lodged somewhere in my lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Doreen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4935974119090940888?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4935974119090940888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4935974119090940888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4935974119090940888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4935974119090940888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/11/somewhat-near-death-experience.html' title='Somewhat near death experience'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-7983517768699881369</id><published>2008-06-04T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:28:57.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I will really try to post more often so that my posts are not like novels!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-7983517768699881369?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/7983517768699881369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=7983517768699881369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/7983517768699881369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/7983517768699881369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4789096988043555280</id><published>2008-05-13T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:28:16.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronica = Amazing Camper!!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend(this post is a little late, last weekend actually refers to May 9-11) I actually did i always said that I would never do, I went camping!! Now I have never been a big fan of camping because I like to have running water and really like going pee and poo in a real bathroom(not a porta potty). These things being said I decided to go camping for one night(totally ended up staying two nights) because my favorite peeps were going up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on Friday morning I left work and headed to the gym(I had packed the night before), I decided to run 3.1 miles(5K) for my workout of the morning, so I get to the gym and start my run at 6.5mph and increase to 7.0mph after 2.0 miles and at 2.5 miles I increased to 7.5, and ended up finishing the run at 8.0 mph, all in all it wasn't a bad run and I finished at around 27:40, so slowly but surely I am getting better and faster. After my run I went straight to Jenna's (that was where Jessica B was picking us up at) took a shower and got my stuff ready to go. Jessica B got to the house at around 9:30 and after figuring out how to pack all of the stuff in her Neon(Jessica B had to drive because I can only fit two people in my car and we were pretty sure that Jenna and Sarah's Rodeos could not make the drive without breaking down) we were on our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped off at a gas station to fill up the car and get snacks, oh also we made Jenna drive because Jessica B, Tasha, and I had all worked the night before and were in a state of delirium. So Jenna is driving, Tasha is co-captain, and Sarah, Jessica, and I are in the back seat. It was a fun car ride up (I mean how could it not be since we are all pretty damn funny!!) and when we got to Payson we stopped at the grocery store and bought a ton of delicious food and a lot of alcohol(on a side note apparently I missed the memo that it is still cold in Payson because I was wearing a tank top, bermuda shorts, and flip flops (I think I thought I was going to Rocky Point)). So after that we go on our way to the campsite, ok so the only two girls that had been to the campground before were Sarah and Jessica B, so they were are pseudo navigators since Sarah had stated "I don't need the map, I have the directions memorized!!" Anyway we are headed to campsite and we figure it's only about 20 minutes out of Payson (it's really like 40 min out of Payson), while we are driving Sarah keeps pointing out familiar looking landmarks and telling us that we are almost there, at one point we were for sure that we had missed it because Sarah didn't recognize any of the scenery (I know, how could she not recognize anything when she had it memorized, we were also puzzled), at this point we all start trying to find the signs for the campground, I notice a sign and try to read it from afar and say "Hey we are approaching Walton Fob something"...we get closer and I realize that the sign really said "Watch for Elk", at this point I decide to keep my mouth shut because I am on no sleep and can therefore not think or see straight and apparently I cannot make coherent sentences. Finally after ten more minutes of driving we see the turnoff for the campsite and applaud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had one more mishap after we turned into the campsite, we had headed in and for some reason we missed the turn to the actual campsites(of course none of this is Sarah(since she had the directions memorized)or Jessica's fault since they knew where we were going and were telling us to just follow the road (I might have had a bit to do with it since I kept saying "Mark told me to just follow the road and we would see the spot")) we ended up about fifteen minutes further than we needed to be and Jenna had to make a five point turn and one side of the road was a cliff(she chose to take the turn on Sarah's side since this debacle was all her fault), fear not though, we finally reached the campsite and we arrived unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got to the campsite which was called "Beer Pong Camp" ,I threw on some jeans and a sweater and we started drinking. Mark made some awesome chili (he made me my own little batch with no meat) and we had a ton of fun playing beer pong and freezing our asses off because it was like 30 degrees up there and it was super windy. But we had a great time and I am sure everyone drank a little too much, Micheal (Mark's BFF) was totally hammered and he was the first to pass out, Tasha and I were the last ones in bed, we had to pee so we made sure that we had knives in hand as we went to do our business(the knives were for protection because everyone knows that the ethnic people always die first in scary movies that take place in the forest), we peed washed our hands brushed our teeth and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at the butt crack of dawn the next day because there was some large bird cawing outside( Since I was half asleep I thought it was a duck, and was screaming "damn it what is up with that duck, why won't it leave us alone" of course then Jenna and Mark had to let me know that it wasn't a duck but it was probably a crow), it was so damn cold that even though I had to go to the bathroom I waited until it hurt to hold it until I finally went to get the shovel and do my duty. &lt;br /&gt;Mark made a fire for us and we huddled around it until it got warm enough to move around. Sarah, Tasha, Jenna, and I realized that we were all windburned so we hurried up and put sunblock on to try and ease the pain(we looked a mess), no matter how much I told Jessica  that she should put sunblock on her absolutely refused stating "I don't need sunblock, I am from Montana!!" &lt;==that right there should have  been a clear sign to put some sunblock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating the amazing breakfast that Mark had cooked up we made up a new word "SHIT TON"(since the trip we have checked urban dictionary and discovered that we were not the first peeps to think up this word) which translates to "12", for example "that is a shit ton of donuts you have there". After we breakfast we chilled for a bit, drank some beer and then went to the lake to check it out. At the lake we saw a bathroom(up to this point we had been doing our duties in the wilderness) so I ran in to use it, it was a one of those bathrooms that is a toilet and the toilet dumps down into a huge well of poop and pee(sickest thing ever), and there were like two shit tons of flies in there. After I left the bathroom I went down to the lake and sat with the rest of the crew, I set my feet in the water and immediately took them back out because the water was absolutely freezing, but Jason(Sarah's "friend" from work) jumped in the water and was swimming around because he is obviously not right in the head. We were at the lake for about an hour and then we went on our way back to the campsite, while we were on our way back Mark spotted a tire on the side of the road and stopped the truck and told me to go lift it since I do crossfit workouts, of course I jumped right off and went to lift it....and I failed (it was a tractor tire so it weighed a shit ton of shit tons) , personally I think I failed because it had obviously been on the ground for awhile and was embedded there. After my failed attempt we went back to the campsite and twenty minutes later Melissa showed up so we decided to stay until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some sandwiches and played a few rounds of fuck the dealer, shotgunned some beers, played horseshoes and frisbee and then we decided to play a little bit of sloshball with a soccer ball(not a bright idea), we played girls against guys and it was the worst thing that we could have done I was on the outfield and they were kicking it so hard that I was running around like an illegal running from the INS, we had a blast playing sloshball but ended the game early when certain team members that will not be named ditched our team and sat out. Although a memorable moment was when Mark went up to kick the ball and totally missed and almost flipped on his back, pretty much Mark sucks at sloshball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone was making there way back to the campsite Jessica and I walked over to the tire that had stumped me before and we decided to lift it together, we succeeded and then I lifted up by myself once and then we proceeded to keep on flipping the tire for exercise(yup we were buzzing and that quickly killed our buzz), Mark wandered over and dared us to flip the tire to a huge rock halfway to the campsite, Jessica and I agreed and we went on our merry way flipping the tire, Mark jumped on the tire a few times and we still flipped it with his weight on it because Jessica and I are bad ass mofos. We ended up flipping the tire all the way to the campsite and then we were absolutely exhausted and filthy, so we had to take cold water and rinse our nasty bodies off. But hey we did it and it was one of the hardest workouts ever!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night was really low key, we ate a really good dinner courtesy of Melissa and Charles(her hubby) and just chilled and we were all so spent that we went to bed early. We woke up semi early the next day because Jessica had a nine am appointment and we packed up our stuff and went home. We were all sun and wind burned and Jessica was so red from the sunburn that it looked scary(I told her and she didn't listen), all in all it was a great trip with fanstastical people and I can't wait until we go to Lake Powell so that we can do it again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4789096988043555280?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4789096988043555280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4789096988043555280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4789096988043555280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4789096988043555280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/05/veronica-amazing-camper.html' title='Veronica = Amazing Camper!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-789673496157214347</id><published>2008-05-09T03:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:06:49.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Moths may have it out for me!</title><content type='html'>So I was walking out of Jenna's house on my way into work and as we were talking on her porch a huge moth came and smacked me on the side of my face!!! Jenna started screaming and I just stood there flabbergasted that a moth had hit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I really think they are out to get me now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-789673496157214347?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/789673496157214347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=789673496157214347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/789673496157214347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/789673496157214347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-moths-may-have-it-out-for-me.html' title='I think Moths may have it out for me!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-8868925943049073442</id><published>2008-05-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:05:08.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.......</title><content type='html'>So the other day I had an epiphany, first I will tell you about that day and then I will tell you what the epiphany was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on Monday I woke up at a decent hour and decided not to workout because I didn't want to restraighten my hair (ok before you start saying eeww, I will have you know that I took a shower with a shower cap on and the reason I didn't want to do my hair again is because I have super curly hair and it takes awhile to straighten, besides I had done my hair the day before so it wasn't like I was going on three days without washing it)so I lounged around the house and talked to my roommate for a bit and then got ready to go to lunch with Jimmy(Jimmy and I have been friends for a long time but I have not seen him recently since he now lives with my ex-husband). So I met Jimmy for lunch at Chili's at around 12:30 and after looking at the menu I decided to get the Mesquite Chicken Salad without the chicken and the bacon although I did add a black bean patty to the salad for some protein. Our food comes out and I put the delicious ranch dressing over everything and toss the salad a bit and start digging in, about ten minutes pass by and by this time I have almost eaten half of my salad, Jimmy is talking to me about something and I happen to look down at my salad and I see the most ginormous moth ever in the salad, the moth was trying to fly away but it couldn't because it was covered in ranch!! Ok I immediately yelp and ask Jimmy if I am really looking at a moth, he responds with a "That is the biggest moth I have ever seen" so I then say "OMG did I eat any of it or is it still all there?!?!" Jimmy then responds with "I don't think you ate any of it, it looks like it is still there" at this point I calm down and flag the first waitress that I see and ask her to please take the plate away, she asks why and I lift up the napkin that I had used to cover the moth and she yelps and says that she will be right back, at this point I start laughing and Jimmy says "why are you laughing, please tell me you aren't going to start crying." I said no I will tell you why I am laughing 1. I am a vegetarian so when I saw the poor moth trying to fly out of the salad but failing because it was covered in ranch, I felt bad for it. 2. I was almost halfway through the salad before I realized it was in there so I cam pretty close to eating it, 3. Stuff like this seems to always happen to me!!! &lt;br /&gt;So a minute after the waitress goes away the manager comes out and tells Jimmy and I that our whole meal was comped(duh) and then he gave me a gift certificate (like I will ever eat at Chili's again). So I left lunch feeling sick and with my mouth feeling fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the traumatizing even at Chili's I decided to get my car washed and get the oil changed. I went to the oil change place(they also wash cars there)and I don't know why but sometimes I forget what kind of car I drive, so the guy came in and told me that it was going to be $68 for just my oil change I was like "WTF are you serious!!" he then let me know that it was because my car needs synthetic oil. I told him to wait one sec and then I called Jimmy and my ex-husband to see if either one of them wanted to change my oil , Jason (the ex) told me that the last time that he changed my oil it cost him almost $50 just for the oil, so I decided to suck it up and just pay for the oil change, of course I also needed to get my air filter changed so after everything was said and done (including the hand wash) I ended up paying over $100 for something that I though was going to cost $32. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after I left the car place I was in a foul mood so I headed straight for the bar, Mark and Jenna were going to meet me there but I beat both of them and by the time Jenna showed up I was almost done with my first beer( totally going down like water) Jenna and I were drinking for about another half hour before Mark got there. Once Mark got there we just chatted about my moth experience and drank more and more beer, a few hours later Michelle and Lauren stopped by and we chilled with them for a bit and talked to some of their firefighter friends that had spotted us at the bar. Around this time Mark, Jenna, and I decided that we wanted to go to the Tavern because tht is where one of my bff's Ty works as a bartender, so Mark called his friend Chad and he came to get us from the bar and take us to Mill Ave where the Tavern in located, on our way out of the bar I got stopped by one of Jason's friends who asked me if the reason Jason and I split was because I had cheated on him!! I said "hell no!! I know people think that is what happened but the reality is that we grew apart and there was no way it was going to work." His buddy said "Yea I figured you hadn't but I wanted to make sure." So anyway I left the bar a little pissed that everyone still thinks that I cheated on Jason, NO I DID NOT CHEAT!! My only reasoning for everyone thinking that is that I am so amazing that they could never see Jason cheating on meand since he is not one to divulge information they assumed it had to be me. So of course I ended up leaving the bar in a pissy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for us to be able to get to our cars in the morning (we had arranged a ride from the Tavern )we had to leave a car at Jenna's house. So Jenna and Mark went in her car and I jumped in Chad's car (Marks friend....more on him later) to tell him how to get there. So we got to Jenna's dropped off the car and immediately took off to the Tavern, by this time Jenna's phone and my phone had totally died so we had no way of calling or texting anyone which was ok because we were in good company. We arrived at the Tavern and immediately got beers and a round of shots, after this my night got a little blurry. So from here on out this is all heresay, apparently we drank a lot of beer and took a lot of shots, at one point Chad said something smart to me and I gave him a little shove on his belly and felt rock hard abs!! After that I apparently attached myself to him like a leech(I swear I don't like him like that, it was the booze and the abs), at one point I touched his face and he had stubble and it felt so soft that I kept touching it. So yes I pretty much made a fool of myself, but did Jenna and Mark stop me?? NO they let me make a complete ass of myself because they said it was so entertaining!! Nice way to look out for a friend!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we decided to leave the Tavern I was starving and decided that the only thing that would satiate me was a veggie cheesesteak from Corleone's, so I went off in search, the rest of the group tried to stop me but I had to have my cheesesteak so I stomped off for my sub with Jenna only to see that they were closed!! I was dying of starvation so I made Jenna stop at the only sub shop that was open, I ordered a veggie sub from there and let me tell you that it was absolutely delicious!! Anyway by the time we got to Jenna's I was almost done with my sub and we started to watch Boondock Saints (totally fantastical movie), I was sitting next to Chad and after 20 minutes of the movie I looked over to Jenna and Mark and they were snuggled together so of course I thought to myself "that seems like a fantastical idea!!" so once again I attached myself to Chad like a damn leech(poor guy having to deal with me wrapped around him) anyway Chad and I ended up sleeping on the couch, I fell asleep on his chest and the last coherent thing I said was "I really like your body"(I know I am a total douche)and then I fell asleep. Ok so I think I woke up three hours later hot as hell and wondering why I was laying on Chad, so I moved to the chaise lounge part of the couch and fell asleep by myself. At 6:30 I was woken up by the sound of the shower because Ryan(Jenna's roommate) was getting ready for work. Ryan asked me who Chad was and I told him and then he asked me where Mark was, when I told him that he was in Jenna's room he said "Ooohhh" , then Ryan made some more noise and left. At this point Jenna came out of her room and talked to me for a bit and told me that he tummy was hurting her alot. My butt had been hurting so I asked her to rub it(actually I think I had strained adductor magnus and semitendinosus muscles meet the gluteus which just means by the hip on my backside)and she did that for a bit and then I fell back asleep, now while I was sleeping I had a dream that Chad was rubbing my butt in that same spot but alas it was not true. On another note Chad did rub my back and it was fantastical!! Anyway I got up not realizing that I had made a complete ass of myself and it wasn't until I was on my way home that I started to remember all of the embarrassing things that I had done the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so a day later while I was working out at the gym I had the epiphany. First off I should not be allowed to be around men with awesome bodies when I have had too much to drink because I will always assume it's ok to wrap myself around them. Second of all I the next time a day starts off poopy I need to just go back home and read because when it comes to me I should automatically know that the day will just get worse. Third apparently since I am so enamored with hot bodies the next man that I date will have to be either a crossfit trainer, firefighter, SWAT officer, or special forces because all of them need to be in tip top shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-8868925943049073442?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8868925943049073442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=8868925943049073442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8868925943049073442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8868925943049073442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/05/seriously.html' title='Seriously.......'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-6467262059778679145</id><published>2008-04-25T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:26:29.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating is Out and Hardcore Working out is In!!!</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I am no longer going to date I will only focus on working out. I came to this conclusion after a month of dating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could possibly make me want to give up dating??...well let me tell you a few things I have discovered about dating nowadays(remember that I am newly single after being in a marriage for 3 years and actually was with my ex-husband for 7 years, that being said I am totally retarded at dating), ok here goes:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one talks on the phone anymore, everyone just texts! Now I am not saying that there is anything wrong with texting but I guess I just think that if you are dating someone you want to get to know them...which means talking to them on the phone because there is no way that you can show emotions through text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have found that some men tend to be insecure and extremely shy, now shy is totally ok but it's the insecurity that I have an issue with. Ok don't get me wrong I understand that everyone is insecure about themselves when it comes to certain things...i.e their bodies, being naked in front of people, the way they laugh,or other things. I just so happen to be a little insecure about my back fat and the little pudge I have around my middle (of course I am now working on getting rid of all of that)but that is about it, other than that I am pretty secure with who I am, hence I am always talking about my amazingness!! Sorry I tend to go off on tangents, back to the discussion. So the guy that I had been dating was insecure, shy, and a few other things, I liked him a lot so I tried to look past those things but in the end I just cannot be with someone that is not secure with themselves, no matter how hard you try it always ends up being a turnoff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Men nowadays think that it is ok to only text or call you once a week. I know I know, some people are totally ok with this, I on the other hand am not. Now I don't really think that I am high maintenance but if someone is trying to date me then they need to want to see me, at least once a week, or if not then call me just to ask how my day is going,or to see how I am doing etc... I mean isn't that the whole point of dating?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WTF is up with men?? I am trying to have an adult conversation concerning our relationship and what does he do?? He changes the subject on me every single chance he gets which then has me redirecting the conversation back to the issue at hand, then he will give me a half ass answer and then try to change the subject again!! By the end of the conversation you are so annoyed that the only thing you want to do is end the relationship, and you do! Then days later you wonder if you overreacted because maybe some people cannot be as blunt as I am or feel as comfortable as I do talking about the relationship. So what do you do at this point?? Well you call your soulmate Jenna and she states "You did what is right for you!! There are some people that can handle dating someone like that, but you cannot, you are to strongwilled and secure to put up with someone that is none of those things." Of course at this point you tell Jenna how much you love her and think "Damn, she is right!!" I cannot put up with someone like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am single...again, and I will probably be single for a long time, I have decided that I am no longer going to try to meet anyone else I am just going to focus on myself. So goal #1 is to get a Jessica Biel body, and actually I love doing Crossfit workouts so much that I am going to try to excel in it and then hopefully I will get certified in the workouts and will be able to teach other people the wonderful workouts that Crossfit has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also WTF was I thinking trying to date another man when I had just gotten out of a 7 year relationship?? Seriously I could kick myself for that, the last thing I need in my life right now is to be in another relationship and worried about a man. Never Again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-6467262059778679145?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6467262059778679145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=6467262059778679145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/6467262059778679145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/6467262059778679145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/04/dating-is-out-and-hardcore-working-out.html' title='Dating is Out and Hardcore Working out is In!!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4077961511304121175</id><published>2008-04-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:18:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG I have made some progress!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so the other day I was at Lauren and Michelle's showing off my new haircut (so super cute!! As soon as I upload my camera I will post a pic) and they both exclaimed "OMG your arms are getting so toned!!" of course I immediately look at my arm and flex it and there it was....muscle!!! Of course I started thinking "damn, months of working out and after a few crossfit workouts I start to see a difference! &lt;br /&gt;I am totally 100% addicted to crossfit workouts!! &lt;br /&gt;On another note I was super excited to see that I was making progress so I went shopping, my size 7/8 jeans were a little loose so I thought I would try on the 5/6 because I was feeling super skinny, well the verdict is that my not 5/6 self will be wearing my loose jeans for awhile because I couldn't even button the stupid ass 5/6 jeans, which of course made me look at every single roll I have on my body ,which then had me contemplating dropping on the ground right there and doing push ups and sit ups until I acheived the 5/6 jean size(ok seriously I probably would have been only able to do 20 pushups and those are the girl kind and I suck ass at doing sit ups so probably also 20 of those), instead I left the store empty handed and treated myself to a small frosty from Wendy's because really being a 7/8 isn't that bad at all. Plus frosty's are delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;On another note and this may show how old I am, but when I was younger(probably like 13 or 14) I remember there being commercials on the radio for a store named Clothestime, they were always talking about the awesome sales that went on in the store and there was one particular commercial where the girl was trying to get in shape for the summertime and she was trying to tone her arms by rolling the car window up and down(see this was back when most cars had manual windows). Soo the point of this little story is that I was in traffic the other day and I thought to myself "damn while I am here I should try to get in shape a bit", I remembered the commercial and reached for my window button and thought "shit they are power windows all this will do is give me carpal tunnel" so instead I did butt squeezes and noticed absolutely no difference in my ass at all!! WTF!! I will have to stick with squats and lunges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4077961511304121175?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4077961511304121175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4077961511304121175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4077961511304121175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4077961511304121175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/04/omfg-i-have-made-some-progress.html' title='OMFG I have made some progress!!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-1297275776401422413</id><published>2008-04-15T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:52:39.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on my life..</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I have written an decent post, so I am going to try really hard tonight. I am currently at work and have switched my schedule so that now I work six days in a row and have eight off, after tonight I will have one more night on!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so since the break with Mr.Eck my life has gotten pretty crazy, I knew we had serious problems and it really hurt that when we finally talked about the problems in our marriage he was unwilling to do anything to help our relationship out(Yes I know, we have been having issues for awhile and I was pretty much done with the relationship by the time the talk happened BUT it still hurts to know that you have failed at something that was supposed to be forever), the sheer fact that he would rather go out and drink with his friends instead of hanging out with me did not do wonders for my self esteem. I cried a lot.......and then I started to get over it. We lived in the house together for a month after he told me that he wanted a divorce, it was so uncomfortable becuase he would still bring people over to the house and if I just so happened to work the night before I would get to come home to people sleeping on my couches and recliners, needless to say we were not getting along at all and every single day was a fight. Originally I was supposed to stay at the house until the divorce was finalized but emotionally I couldn't handle it, so at the beginning of February I moved out of the house and moved in with my friend Phillip (the cousin of two of my bff's Lauren and Michelle)the only reason that I did not immediately move in with Jenna was that she still had a roomate(still does but we are working on that). Moving in with Phillip was the best thing I could have done, he has been an awesome friend(actually he is like family to me since I have known him for 8 or 9 years) and is so easy to live with, also he took Bella and I in and always tells me how happy he is that we are living with him and his pup Luke.&lt;br /&gt;The first few weeks that I lived with Phil I pretty much just worked and came home, I played WoW a lot because it is my little safe haven and escape from my life.&lt;br /&gt; Jenna tried to get me to go out but I just wasn't ready to let loose yet, but after a few weeks I started going out a little and liking it so I started going out a little bit more. Lately I have been spending a lot of time with my friends (either watching movies,lounging, or going out), family, and working, I am loving every minute of it!! Sadly I have not played WoW in a bit(except for last Tuesday) and I do miss that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mr.Eck during the beginning of March at one of our friends weddings. It was odd to be at a friends wedding listening to what was being said and know that in my marriage none of that really counted for anything. Jenna and I had gone shopping for a dress for me to wear and I had ended up getting 3 dresses (I heart Dillard's super sales, two of my dresses cost $18 and the other one was $32)the one I wore for the wedding was AWESOME and not to toot my own horn or anything but I looked amazing in it!! It was weird being at the wedding with him but at this point we get along pretty well and even though I doubt that we will be friends after the divorce is final it's nice that we can at least be friendly to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I am doing pretty damn good and moving on pretty well, well at the moment anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-1297275776401422413?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/1297275776401422413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=1297275776401422413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/1297275776401422413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/1297275776401422413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-has-been-awhile-since-i-have-written.html' title='An update on my life..'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-3251371232928992073</id><published>2008-04-02T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:56:56.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh the fatness continues....</title><content type='html'>So I am a little upset because ever since I got back home from mexico i have been feeling and looking chubby and bloated. Jenna and I have decided that somehow we got infected by some sort of Mexican parasite that makes you have the rrhea but still gain weight!! I mean seriously, we were not that bad, sure we probably drank about 40 beers each during our two day stay, and sure we ate a lot of quesadillas(street tacos for Jenna), chips, salsa, and tequila, but to be feeling this fat? NO WAY!! Of course it also doesn't help that I have been on a six day stretch at work and of course I eat like crap when I am at work, so on these eight days off that I am going to have starting in 5 hours, I will most likely be living at the gym (well for at least an hour a day) and doing a lot of crossfit training. Also as I am sitting at work eating chocolate eggs trying to will my body to drop weight on its own it has occurred to me that I have a crossfit session later on today and I am not prepared!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-3251371232928992073?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3251371232928992073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=3251371232928992073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3251371232928992073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3251371232928992073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/04/ugh-fatness-continues.html' title='Ugh the fatness continues....'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4139380687964959963</id><published>2008-03-12T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:33:14.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Biel Body Here I come!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so at 11:30 this morning I had my weekly crossfit workout with the baddest ass trainer ever!!! Anyway after a grueling 45 minutes I felt so damn healthy I wanted to vomit. He had me lunging and squatting, and doing burpees and now I am spent. Anyway I was feeling like I was well on my way to being bikini ready so I came home and decided to take both of the dogs for a walk (both dogs being my naughty Bella and Philips dog Luke). Ok so we set out on our walk/run (actually more like me being dragged) and as soon as we get on the sidewalk of a main road a car passes by and Luke tries to run after it which pretty much almost pulled my shoulder out of its socket!!! Of course when that happened I was thinking " oh no!! How will I be able to do a Burpee if my shoulder is messed up", needless to say I had to shorten Luke's leash and the walk/run did not go very well or very far, we probably only went a mile and a half. Soo next time I decide to take them on a walk I will go out and buy a gentle leader for Luke so that both of the pups will be in check, until then I am making Philip go with me so we each only have to wrestle with one dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I am off to go eat some fruit and to keep on feeling healthy.....until tonight when I cave and probably eat something fattening and delicious!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4139380687964959963?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4139380687964959963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4139380687964959963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4139380687964959963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4139380687964959963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/03/jessica-biel-body-here-i-come.html' title='Jessica Biel Body Here I come!!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4599638826255569263</id><published>2008-03-10T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:30:21.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing pretty good!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know it's been awhile but I have been extremely busy what with trying to settle in to the new place, school and work but I have promised myself that I will try to post a new blog entry at least once a week. Ok so lately I have not been going out that often, I pretty much stay at home and read, watch movies, or play WoW, the reason for this is that I am trying to be frugal with my money and not go out and get plastered and then cry about how I spent $100 at the bar and don't remember a thing(so far so good). Although I have started working out with Crossfit and have decided that it is totally worth the money it costs to do it. Seriously check it out at crossfit.com there workouts are awesome!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I am now officially off of donuts!!! I totally made myself sick last week when I bought a dozen donuts for myself (seriously my roomate only ate four of them)ever since that binge I get sick to my stomach when I think of eating a donut, lucky me because otherwise I would have probably started looking like a chunk monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh also FYI to anyone that lives around a Dillard's department store, they are having a major sale and most of their dresses and shoes are currently 75% off I got three dresses and the total was $80.00 which is AMAZING!!!! So hurry up and go shopping!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4599638826255569263?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4599638826255569263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4599638826255569263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4599638826255569263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4599638826255569263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/03/doing-pretty-good.html' title='Doing pretty good!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4555944541578686304</id><published>2008-02-17T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T05:19:33.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just need a Donut</title><content type='html'>Ok sorry it's been a minute since I have posted something, this entry happened to me about a week and a half ago but I had to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that in dealing with the divorce that I am going through I have found some comfort in exercising and now also in donuts. Now I have never been a big donut fan but on this day all I could think about was biting into a delicious Boston Cream Donut(ok so I think I might blame Stephanie Plum who is the heroine from the Janet Evanovich books, seriously if you have not read them you need too, she is sooo damn funny, anyway good ole Stephanie Plum is always eating donuts), so the moment that I got to work I started looking for a donut shop that was open late at night. I had dexonline up and was calling all of the donut places around me but it was about ten at night and all of them were closed. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to text my roomy and one of his cop friends to ask them if they knew of any donut shops because they are cops and everyone knows that cops love donuts!!! However my cops do not like donuts that much because neither one of them knew where a 24 donut shop was and they were both a little miffed that I assumed that they would know because they are cops(I mean seriously how could I not assume that they would know!). After nonstop searching for about an hour I found a donut place that opened up at 3am and I decided that I would go and pick up two dozen donuts for the peeps at work. &lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about the donut shop was that it was located in the ghetto but I figured we would be in and out so it wouldn't be that big of a deal(but I made Jess B drive because I was for sure we would get jacked if we were driving in my car and I wanted to be alive so that I could enjoy my donut). I had called my roomate so that I could have a police escort but he was staking out a house so he couldn't come with.&lt;br /&gt;We set off for the donut shop at 4am, when we arrived we made our donut selections(yes I had asked people what they wanted so I had a list)and I got ready to pay, well when I busted out with my debit card the asian lady (ok seriously I have been to four different donut shops and every single one has been run by asians, I am not saying anything bad about it but I didn't know that they knew how to make such good donuts and that they knew how, I have always thought of donuts as an American Pastry)told me that they did not accept debit, it was a freaking cash only store. I know I know it's probably cash only because they don't want to get their debit machine jacked but still, who the hell carries cash these days. Luckily Jess B and I had seen a Wells Fargo about a half a block away so we quickly went to go and get cash. We pulled into the Wells Fargo parking lot and I booked it to the atm(didn't want to be standing in the open to long because I shit you not when I say we were in the ghetto), ok so I try to take out money and the atm tells me THIS ATM IS NOT DISPENSING CASH, I couldn't believe it, I threw a little tantrum and then ran back to the car to break the bad news to Jess B who promptly said "Aaaww shit", we then went in search for another atm. After about ten minutes of driving we spotted a Circle K that looked pretty decent(we had seen some other places but we didn't want to even park anywhere near them due to the shady characters that were lounging about), I ran in and went straight to the atm and of course it was also not dispensing cash. I desperately ran to the cashier and begged him to charge me one cent and give me back a $20 , after telling him about my dilemma with the donuts he laughed and did it for me. Jess B and I ran back to the donut shop and I jumped out of the car picked up our donuts and we went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were back at work and nice and safe I passed out the donuts and took a lovely cake donut with chocolate frosting and sprinkles for myself. I then did some work and passed by the donuts and ended up picking up another cake donut with chocolate frosting but no sprinkles, I did some more work walked past the box again and picked up regular donut with chocolate frosting walked around and chatted with people and then somehow passed by the donut box again and got a boston cream (omg it was so damn delicious), by this point I knew that something was wrong with my and my donut consumption so I tried to stay away from the donut box. Now I don't how it happened but somehow I ended up with another donut in my hand and in my mouth by the time I left work that day. I felt so gross and hefferish so of course I went home and went straight to bed instead of going to the gym becuase I was scared that if I worked out I would end up vomiting donuts all over the gym floor. When I woke up that afternoon I had a little donut belly, it was pretty gross, but it was a reward for surviving the trip for donuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4555944541578686304?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4555944541578686304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4555944541578686304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4555944541578686304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4555944541578686304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-you-just-need-donut.html' title='Sometimes you just need a Donut'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-2427775974323534727</id><published>2008-02-05T23:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:48:28.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this is why I avoid Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>Ok so on SuperBowl Sunday I decided to try and find a spacesaver for my bathroom(I have way to much bathroom crap)so I left my house and went to Ross, I didn't find anything there so I decided that since Wal-Mart was across the street I would swing by and pick up a new kennel for Bella because since she is such a naughty dog she has to be kenneled if P.K and I are both working and I didn't think that her kennel was big enough. Alright so I go into Wal-Mart and I grab a cart and go to the doggy aisle, I find the kennel that I want(ok i know you are wondering why the hell I went to Wal-Mart instead of Target, well when I was moving out of my house there was a guy moving into the house next door and he had this awesome looking kennel and I asked him where he got it and he said "Wal-Mart" so that is why) of course the kennel is on the top shelf so I try to get off by my lonesome and realize that it's a bit heavy, I am on the phone with J.B. who says "do not kill yourself, suck it up and go ask someone for help!!" So I find an employee and she overhead pages someone to come and help me, well I waited for about twenty minutes and she paged it out about three times and no one came to help me(this is why I do not like Wal-Mart)I give and start to move the box out little by little the whole time praying that it does not fall on my head and leaves me paralyzed, meanwhile as I am trying to get the kennel down a little old man on a scooter drives by and decides that he wants to watch the show(yee of little faith), so I finally get it in the cart and the man in the scooter congratulates me on a job well done. I mosey off in search of free peanut butter for Bella's kong, after I get this I pay and leave and this is where the fun begins. &lt;br /&gt;I get to my car and hit myself in the head for being such a dimwit, I drive an Audi TT convertible which means that there is no room for the damn kennel, there was no way it would fit in my trunk, I tried to put it in my passenger seat but it was too wide and was hitting my shifter, so after twenty minutes of deliberation I finally got it in the car by putting across the passenger and driver seats and positioning it so that i could still reach my pedals and sit on the seat. I finally get my ass in the car and leave realizing that even though I am hungry there is no way in hell I am going thru and drive thru with a box behind my back and in plain view of everyone. &lt;br /&gt;I get the kennel home and after thirty minutes it is all set up(the box said it was a five minute set up but hey this is the first time I have been all by myself in seven years so I was impressed that it only took me thirty minutes!!) and it is huge and wonderful and she can trot around in it so I don't feel so bad when I am at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-2427775974323534727?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2427775974323534727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=2427775974323534727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/2427775974323534727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/2427775974323534727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-this-is-why-i-avoid-wal-mart.html' title='I think this is why I avoid Wal-Mart'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-2079528628846483252</id><published>2008-02-05T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:29:08.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back !!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know that it has been weeks since I have blogged and I am so sorry!!! The past few weeks have been super hectic because I was getting my stuff together to move and just generally staying out of the house so that I would not have to spend time with my soon to be ex-husband. But as of last Thursday I am all moved out and Bella and I (yes, we split the dogs, I am so sad about this) are almost all settled in to my bud P.K's house. I must say that it is pretty awesome having a roommate, I had forgotten how much fun it is, another added bonus is that he is a cop and that is just so damn cool. I have had to make a few adjustments, the main one being that I went from having a really decent sized closet to having a small one, so I have gotten rid of a ton of clothes and I also took over half of his office closet. The only bad part of this is that I now really want to go shopping but I refuse to go until I have lost five more pounds. &lt;br /&gt;The only other thing that has been weird is getting used to being alone, I was so used to always having someone else there that it feels odd not to have to ask if I can go somewhere with friends or not to have to think before I buy something, it is also very liberating though. Sooo all in all I am doing really well and am loving being single(well almost single since my divorce is not final yet).&lt;br /&gt;Also to all of my awesomely amazing friends and family, thanks so much for being there for me through this super sucky time in my life, I know that I would be wreck if I didn't have your support and your love, it is really nice to feel loved and to know that you will be there for me through thick and thin. Ok that is the sappy moment for the day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-2079528628846483252?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2079528628846483252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=2079528628846483252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/2079528628846483252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/2079528628846483252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-back.html' title='I am back !!!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4213023288303734626</id><published>2008-01-13T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:39:47.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror at the dog park!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so today I had the bright idea that I would take Brewski and Bella to the dog park, Brewski has been to the dog park many times but this was going to Bella's first time and I figured I was going to need some help so I called J.B to ask for some assistance and because she is awesome she agreed!! &lt;br /&gt;Now J.B had figured that I had taken my little monster Bella to the dog park before but I had not, so it was a shocker to me when she showed up at my house with the little dachsund Jules. Well of course both of my naughty dogs try to jump at her dog(I suspect they were just mostly excited to see a new dog)and she has to put her dog back in her car. Well after we got the dogs calmed down we proceeded to lead them out the door to Mr.Ecks' truck (had to use the truck since both dogs will not fit in my car), Brewski hops right in the truck but Bella needs a little boost because she hasn't figured out that she can jump yet. So we get them all settled in and J.B. tries to get in the car with her little pup and my dogs go insane...again, so in order to solve this problem we had to take separate cars to the doggie park. Once we get there I let the dogs out of the truck and they begin pulling me around(seriously I am not the pack leader and I really need to be) so as I try to regain control of the crazy animals J.B. goes ahead of me and gets to the doggie park a little bit before I do(because of course J.B. has paid attention to the Dog Whisperer show and her dog is amazingly well behaved). &lt;br /&gt;Ok now this is where the fun begins, the terrors and I arrive at the doggy park and I proceed to unleash them and let them inside of the park and that is when all hell breaks loose. Brewski and Bella take off at a dead run. Brewski goes around sniffing dogs butts (ugh that is so gross, I will never get used to it)and just trotting around happily but Bella goes apeshit and starts jumping on other dogs in extreme happiness and head butting them because she is a pit bull and that is that they do, especially when they are extremely misbehaved. Well one of the dogs doesn't like it and the dog turns around and bites Bella on the face, well she bites the dog back and then all of a sudden they just go at it, they were fighting so badly that no one could get in between them, finally they let go for a sec and I reach in and grab Bella by her collar and haul her out of the way. I start to check her over and see that she has a cu in the back of her ear and she has two cuts under her eye. I was absolutely mortified. So of course I take Bella out of the dog park and leave J.B. inside with Brewski(who was running around happily chasing balls and not giving them back during this whole fiasco)and her pup , Bella and I went for a run (totally trying to tire her out)around the park a few times and then we went back by the doggie park where I made the executive decision to not allow my little monster back in the park. So we got the little turds ready and we went home. &lt;br /&gt;I was so bummed out that Bella had gotten into a fight for a few reasons 1) She is a pit bull and so of course if she gets in a fight it won't matter what dog started it they will automatically blame my dog because of the breed that she is. 2) I feel like a failure as a dog owner, I obviously cannot control my dog when she gets extremely hyper and I can't get her to mind me when she is in that state. 3) I feel like I am doing her a disservice by not being the pack leader because I am obviously not when it comes to my dogs. &lt;br /&gt;So the next question that comes to mind is "What do I do ??" , I know that I need to get her some obedience training but its hard to do right now what with Mr.Eck and I getting divorced and because I am now going to be the sole provider for myself and Bella (Mr.Eck would not let me keep both dogs so we are splitting them, I get my little monster and he gets Brewski my little angel(Ugh just thinking about that makes me want to cry)) and since I am going back to school I will be living on a budget.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write to Cesar Milan and see if he will come to my house and help me with her so that I don't have this problem again. Until that day J.B. and I have decided that Bella will not be going back to the dog park until she is much calmer and well behaved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4213023288303734626?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4213023288303734626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4213023288303734626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4213023288303734626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4213023288303734626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/01/terror-at-dog-park.html' title='Terror at the dog park!!!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-3106986848067467732</id><published>2008-01-08T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:33:48.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Urban Race ....</title><content type='html'>Ok my very good friend J.H asked me to be her partner in this years great urban race!!! Of course I had no idea what the great urban race was but I went to this site greaturbanrace.com read what it was about and was instantly hooked. So needless to say I am super excited to participate in it, all we have to do now is think of a team name. On that note I am also trying to convince my friends to participate in what is going to be a great event. I have high hopes that J.H and I will make a great team and have a good chance of winning. Why? Well that would be because we are amazing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-3106986848067467732?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3106986848067467732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=3106986848067467732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3106986848067467732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3106986848067467732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-urban-race.html' title='Great Urban Race ....'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-991452914931296841</id><published>2008-01-01T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:30:58.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of last night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sgu1DZeJI/AAAAAAAAACU/A2lP7gyf8bE/s1600-h/100_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sgu1DZeJI/AAAAAAAAACU/A2lP7gyf8bE/s320/100_1040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150746587715696786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little pic of me with a nice cup of beer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sgFFDZeII/AAAAAAAAACM/fnFzxQGMRAg/s1600-h/100_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sgFFDZeII/AAAAAAAAACM/fnFzxQGMRAg/s320/100_1033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150745870456158338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.R and L showing me their guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sfhlDZeGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/a8gQtmqHCuM/s1600-h/100_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sfhlDZeGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/a8gQtmqHCuM/s320/100_1020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150745260570802274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck after a good throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sfR1DZeFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qhvVH6quo0A/s1600-h/100_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sfR1DZeFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qhvVH6quo0A/s320/100_1016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150744989987862610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendly game of beer pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sejFDZeEI/AAAAAAAAABs/M0I-cxmHS9M/s1600-h/100_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sejFDZeEI/AAAAAAAAABs/M0I-cxmHS9M/s320/100_1012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150744186828978242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is my friend Bizcuit looking like he is about to solve a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3seUFDZeDI/AAAAAAAAABk/kDAeUw66k28/s1600-h/100_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3seUFDZeDI/AAAAAAAAABk/kDAeUw66k28/s320/100_1011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150743929130940466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of myself and A.N&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-991452914931296841?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/991452914931296841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=991452914931296841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/991452914931296841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/991452914931296841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sgu1DZeJI/AAAAAAAAACU/A2lP7gyf8bE/s72-c/100_1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-3312558741947357204</id><published>2008-01-01T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:13:52.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3scI1DZeBI/AAAAAAAAABU/DqutCMgGu-U/s1600-h/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3scI1DZeBI/AAAAAAAAABU/DqutCMgGu-U/s320/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150741536834156562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture(courtesy of my adorable nephew) pretty much shows how I was feeling while I was running around yesterday trying to get my house ready for the New Years Eve party!!! Slaving away cleaning all day(eh maybe only an hour or two) just so that people could come over drink beer and make it all messy!!J.B and I were going to go to the gym but when I arrived there I realized that the gym had closed early for New Years Eve, so I tried to call J.B but she had left her phone at her house (I called it like three times until her roomate R.B answered the phone ) so I went home and she ended up showing up at my house and we walked my dogs for a bit and then I got ready for the night. &lt;br /&gt;Now during our walk Jenna had told me about the really cute dress she was wearing that night( J.B went to a Scottsdale bar with some girl friends instead of my house ) and I decided that I also wanted to dress up so I found a cute little dress in my closet and after 45 min of getting ready I was good to go.&lt;br /&gt;So at around 8pm there were like 5 people at my house so I left my house for a bit and went to M.B and L.B's house to hang out with their family for a bit, after that I came back to my house and we partied until 6am. &lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sck1DZeCI/AAAAAAAAABc/GCv9jbslkJU/s1600-h/100_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3sck1DZeCI/AAAAAAAAABc/GCv9jbslkJU/s320/100_1007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150742017870493730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is a pic of myself and L.B and M.B. Yes we looked fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-3312558741947357204?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3312558741947357204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=3312558741947357204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3312558741947357204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3312558741947357204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night.html' title='Last Night....'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3scI1DZeBI/AAAAAAAAABU/DqutCMgGu-U/s72-c/Picture+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-6751348947794618456</id><published>2007-12-27T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:07:51.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Cesar Milan at my house ASAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3bDSlDZd-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xIFj3VVOFSI/s1600-h/100_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3bDSlDZd-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xIFj3VVOFSI/s320/100_0921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149517947896166370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the proud owner of two beautiful pit bulls, their names are Bella(the mud bogger) and Brewski (see above photo, isn't he cute during sleepy time). Well today I woke up at around 2pm thanks to a late night of WoW, J.B had been digging trenches in her backyard for her new sprinkler system so she did not want to go to the gym with me so I decided to take the little pups out for a walk. Well seriously WTF was I thinking?? I got the dogs out the door (thanks to my roomate S.C.A diligently opening up the door for me(and then he proceeded to laugh his ass off when the dogs took off)and Bella immediately bolts which causes me to have to sprint down the street until I could muster up enough strength to hold her back. After that we hit a green belt and we all ran around the grass for a few minutes and then continued on our way to the sidewalk, at this point I decided to start jogging a bit, well we went flying down the road until I could rein the pups in and then we were at a nice little jog....for a bit. We probably ran about a mile and some change when Bella decided that she wanted to be on the same side Brewski was on , she cut over very fast like and succeeded in tripping me so that I flew in the air and landed sprawled on top of her on the sidewalk by a really busy road!!! I immediately jumped up and kept on running while wincing the whole way home. So as I write this , I have a little scrape on my hand, my knee is totally scraped up and my hip (the same one that had the bruise from when I fell trying to do the Smooth Criminal lean) is also scraped up and bruised.&lt;br /&gt;I really need some help training my dogs so that they listen to what I say instead of doing as they please. Apparently I am not the pack leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3bDm1DZd_I/AAAAAAAAABE/GJO_u8Xg24s/s1600-h/100_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3bDm1DZd_I/AAAAAAAAABE/GJO_u8Xg24s/s320/100_0994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149518295788517362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3bED1DZeAI/AAAAAAAAABM/NfSLPXIZOjc/s1600-h/100_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3bED1DZeAI/AAAAAAAAABM/NfSLPXIZOjc/s320/100_0999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149518794004723714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok above this text are photos of some of the war wounds that Bella and I acquired during the horrendous fall, just for FYI my hip has a huge bruise that I will not post due to how ugly the damn thing looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-6751348947794618456?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6751348947794618456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=6751348947794618456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/6751348947794618456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/6751348947794618456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-need-cesar-milan-at-my-house-asap.html' title='I need Cesar Milan at my house ASAP'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R3bDSlDZd-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xIFj3VVOFSI/s72-c/100_0921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-2709281029199463105</id><published>2007-12-25T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T05:08:41.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another mini adventure..</title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday my friend T.H and I decided to leave for work a little early so that we could swing by Walmart(thought they would be the only place open as it was Christmas Eve), well we knew we were in for a doozy of a trip after the crackhead incident happened but we went forward with high hopes.&lt;br /&gt;So first off we got confused with the directions so it took us about 20 minutes to get there when it should have only taken like 10. Ok so we pull in to Walmart(ok seriously what is it about Walmart and the weird crowds that it brings in??)and the parking lot is a huge clusterfuck, there are cars trying to weave in and out of the other cars that are trying to pull out of the parking lot(this should have been our first clue). So we weave our way to through the parking lot and start to look for a parking space when we realize that Walmart was closed!! Yes Walmart closed at 6pm, we were so shocked that I am sure we were sitting there with our mouths hanging open for a good minute. At the entrance to Walmart they had employees lined up around the sliding doors telling everyone outside that the store was closed and that the doors were only open for the people leaving the store, there were about twenty people trying to get into Walmart they were obviously refusing to accept the fact that there beloved store had closed so damn early!! I mean seriously of all of the stores you would expect Walmart to be opened the longest.&lt;br /&gt;So T.H and I were saddened by the fact that we were not going to get the chance to get new mittens or new day planners on this sad day. We decided to swing by and get some dinner before we went to work, we stopped by Chipotle and it was closed, Red Brick Oven pizza also closed, Subway:closed, Burger King:closed, Taco Bell:closed, so the only place that we could go to was the Safeway(supermarket) by work, we ran in and got some macaroni salad(for me)and crab salad(for T.H) and jumped back in my car to go to work. Once we got back on the road T.H exclaimed "OMG McDonalds is still open right now!!" So we made a beeline to their drive thru line and she bought a southern style chicken sandwich(i swear they totally copied Chik-fil-a's chicken sandwich recipe T.H's sandwich looked just like them) and I got a yogurt parfait(McDonald's in not exactly vegetarian friendly)and then we came to work and were still 10 minutes late....I don't think I will ever be able to make it to work right on time.&lt;br /&gt;(note: If I have to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day next year I will make sure that I have enough nummy food to eat and that I have a scarf, beanie, and matching mitten ensemble so that I am not freezing my booty off every morning)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-2709281029199463105?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2709281029199463105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=2709281029199463105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/2709281029199463105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/2709281029199463105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-mini-adventure.html' title='Another mini adventure..'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-3845121894538680486</id><published>2007-12-24T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:04:12.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard while driving....</title><content type='html'>Ok picture this scene: I am in the car with T.H on our way to the store, we are stopped at a light(we were by my work so we are not in a very good neighborhood) and all of a sudden we hear the woman in car behind us scream "SEAN YOU FORGOT TO GIVE ME THE PIPE!!! I HAVE EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR THE PIPE!! I NEED THE PIPE!! I AM COMING AROUND TO GET IT". &lt;br /&gt;Ok during the whole outburst T.H and I were staring at each other like "WTF??" , so then I said "Now THAT is a true crackhead" and she said "Daaammmnn talk about ghetto".&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later I am still laughing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-3845121894538680486?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3845121894538680486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=3845121894538680486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3845121894538680486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3845121894538680486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/heard-while-driving.html' title='Heard while driving....'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-900497893094950551</id><published>2007-12-20T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:46:21.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My foul mouth</title><content type='html'>Ok well it has been brought to my attention that I may curse a little too much!!! I know you are probably saying "What?? No she hardly ever utters a foul word." Sadly though I think this assumption may be correct and I am going to try to tone down the cursing. Sooo let's see how I do.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-900497893094950551?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/900497893094950551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=900497893094950551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/900497893094950551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/900497893094950551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-foul-mouth.html' title='My foul mouth'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-5677270418361728462</id><published>2007-12-19T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:44:29.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Dyson Vacuum</title><content type='html'>A year ago or so I shelled out $500.00 for the Dyson Animal Vacuum and I still absolutely love it!! It has kept my carpets looking new(even though Bella has tried to ruin it a few times), and does an amazing job at picking up the crap that gets embedded in the carpet(as you could tell from the previous post). So if you are contemplating getting the Dyson, I say go for it, I have not been disappointed with it yet(unlike the $300.00 that I spent on N.V. Perricone face products, those are a total waste of money).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-5677270418361728462?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5677270418361728462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=5677270418361728462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/5677270418361728462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/5677270418361728462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-dyson-vacuum.html' title='About the Dyson Vacuum'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-3168961314900322091</id><published>2007-12-13T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:35:04.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh are you serious...</title><content type='html'>So I am cleaning my house and noticed that on the carpet in my bedroom there are a ton of little dirt clogs (brought in courtesy of the Bella monster)spread all around. Ok so I decide that it is time to bust out with the Dyson (most fantastical vacuum ever!!)so I get it out of the closet and I saw that the canister was totally full so of course I decide to dump it out. Well the only problem was that I had never dumped it before but it looks pretty user friendly, so I pop the cannister out and for some assanine reason I start to investigating it to figure out how to open it(for dumping purposes), well I see this little grey lever and without thinking I push it and the whole cannister dumps out onto the front of my body and onto the kitchen floor. It looked liked this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R2gpAFDZd9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/UkZrq6AsTOk/s1600-h/Dirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R2gpAFDZd9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/UkZrq6AsTOk/s320/Dirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145407655603959762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yea so I had a fun cleaning this crap up and then going to vaccuum Bellas dirt clogs off of my carpet floor. &lt;br /&gt;But at least I now know how to empty the damn thing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-3168961314900322091?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3168961314900322091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=3168961314900322091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3168961314900322091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3168961314900322091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugh-are-you-serious.html' title='Ugh are you serious...'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R2gpAFDZd9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/UkZrq6AsTOk/s72-c/Dirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-1272733228044624569</id><published>2007-12-13T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:10:20.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>It just gets worse and worse....</title><content type='html'>Ok the scene is work on Sunday night,I am telling everyone about my sad little hamstrings and we begin to talk about push ups. So we throw a bath blanket on the ground and proceed to have a push up contest, I go first and sadly I complete a whole 3 push ups (I don't even think I went all the way down) before collapsing on the ground(I know soo very sad). Ok so SB goes next and she busts out with 15 push ups and she makes it look effortless, Nic is next and she busts out with 10 without much difficulty(at this point I am throwing a pity party for my sad little weak self). Well we then switched to one handed push ups, I did not do any because I suck fat ass at them (obviously),we call KD from the other pod and ask him if he can do one handed push ups, he says "yea of course I can" and proceeds to do like 4 but everytime he dips down we can hear random joints cracking which is very disturbing(seriously we were all telling him to stop because there was way to much cracking going on and that couldn't be good), so anyway we made him stop for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much not only am I weak as hell with my hamstrings, I also cannot do push ups to save my life. Ugh I soo have my work cut out for me at the gym. &lt;br /&gt;Ok please excuse me as I try to do 5 push ups here at home.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-1272733228044624569?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/1272733228044624569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=1272733228044624569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/1272733228044624569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/1272733228044624569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-just-gets-worse-and-worse.html' title='It just gets worse and worse....'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-8582451863619924481</id><published>2007-12-13T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:55:14.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><title type='text'>Fun Fact</title><content type='html'>So I was at the gym the other day struggling really badly as I was trying to lift weights on the hamstring machine. Well sadly I could only lift 50 lbs. My crazy trainer saw me and stated " Just so you know, you are supposed to be able to lift the same amount of weight on your quads and your hamstrings......shit! That means that my hamstrings have to get about 50lbs stronger in order to keep up with my quads.&lt;br /&gt;Soo the three days following my workout I was unable to bend down due to the extreme soreness in my weak ass hamstrings!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-8582451863619924481?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8582451863619924481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=8582451863619924481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8582451863619924481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8582451863619924481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-fact.html' title='Fun Fact'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-5300429021147554882</id><published>2007-12-04T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:10:45.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><title type='text'>Seen at the gym...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I finally made it back to the gym (I hadn't been in over a week because I had been fighting off a cold) and chose to do the elliptical machine, about five minutes in to my workout a Barbie (the word I use for chicks that are blonde, have big fake breasts , and look a little airheaded) came and got on the elliptical next to mine. My first thought was "Damn it!!This chicky is totally going to make me look ginormous to everyone around us(note: there are mirrors all around the gym, I mean  we are there to get in shape but I don't know why the hell they feel like they need to put mirrors up everywhere. Shit I don't even like looking at myself in my mirror at home, let alone have everyone in gym be able to see me.), and after glancing up at the mirror I saw I was right. Ok back to the storyline, sooo she hops onto the elliptical and this is the kicker....she messes around with the machine for TEN minutes before she figures out how to set the workout time and program!!! I shit you not, she was standing there looking puzzled(meanwhile I am laughing and wheezing a bit due to hard workout)for so long that I was about to lean my sweaty chunky self over and give her a hand.&lt;br /&gt;So even though I am not blonde,have big fake boobs, and a tiny body, I am still smarter than the machine. Soo I WIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-5300429021147554882?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5300429021147554882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=5300429021147554882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/5300429021147554882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/5300429021147554882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/seen-at-gym.html' title='Seen at the gym...'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4326506271210371827</id><published>2007-12-04T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:56:00.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy +Rainy Day = Mud Bogging</title><content type='html'>Ok so on Saturday about 1am this was the shape my dog was in after going outside to pee and then jumping in every puddle she could find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1We9jNNgTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3iYQhiFL37I/s1600-h/100_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1We9jNNgTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3iYQhiFL37I/s320/100_0881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189329973150002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok incase you couldn't see it very well here are some close ups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1WfTjNNgUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YtAIVFiimo8/s1600-h/100_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1WfTjNNgUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YtAIVFiimo8/s320/100_0882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189707930272066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1WfhjNNgVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/edjybaFR4o8/s1600-h/100_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1WfhjNNgVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/edjybaFR4o8/s320/100_0883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189948448440658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1WfwDNNgWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yTNms80CkDA/s1600-h/100_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1WfwDNNgWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yTNms80CkDA/s320/100_0884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140190197556543842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1Wf-TNNgXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w6HQTMMvmWU/s1600-h/100_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1Wf-TNNgXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w6HQTMMvmWU/s320/100_0885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140190442369679730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last pic Mr.Eck had picked Bella up and was about to put her in the tub to get a really good scrub down!! All in all we had a good laugh, I mean seriously how often does your dog come barreling in the room completely full of mud. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say after this incident the doggy door was closed for the rest of the night and I got to sleep next to a pleasant smelling Bella (as opposed to the odd frito smell that her paws give off). Although now everytime it rains(Not that often since we live in hot ass Arizona) we will have to keep constant vigilance(hah every time I say that I think of Harry Potter) on our little Bella monster when she goes outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4326506271210371827?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4326506271210371827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4326506271210371827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4326506271210371827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4326506271210371827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/12/puppy-rainy-day-mud-bogging.html' title='Puppy +Rainy Day = Mud Bogging'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cnEHWbvDmgw/R1We9jNNgTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3iYQhiFL37I/s72-c/100_0881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-8031840757483427218</id><published>2007-11-28T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:14:47.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100_0862</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/no1bamf/2070970335/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2224/2070970335_b83ac9de3c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/no1bamf/2070970335/"&gt;100_0862&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/no1bamf/"&gt;No.1 BAMF&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mr.Eck and I after his little stint at Iguana Mack's.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-8031840757483427218?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8031840757483427218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=8031840757483427218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8031840757483427218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8031840757483427218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/1000862.html' title='100_0862'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2224/2070970335_b83ac9de3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-6747862091084451649</id><published>2007-11-27T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:01:06.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Eck turns 29!!!</title><content type='html'>So Mr.Eck turned 29 on Friday so we took him out for his B-day on Saturday here is the timeline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30pm: Lounging on the couch watching some TV and just relaxing after a busy last few days with his fam when the front door is thrown open and Mr.Eck's bff SCA and KA come through the door yelling "Happy b-day Mr.Eck lets get this party started"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:35pm: They begin to get the party started and I leave the room because they try to shove beers my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm: Mr.Eck: Babe when are you going to get ready to go to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Uumm no one is meeting there until 9pm if we go now you will be to hammered!&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck:No way hurry up and shower so we can get to the bar and have some fun. &lt;br /&gt;Me:*sigh* ok I will get in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm: Still in the shower because I refuse to get to the bar that early.&lt;br /&gt;6:35pm: Mr Eck: Are you almost done in the shower. &lt;br /&gt;Me:Nope I need to shave my legs.....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:55pm: Finally out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:05: Start to get ready to go to the bar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20pm: Mr.Eck: OMG you are not ready yet!!! Hurry it's fun time. &lt;br /&gt;Me: You are so lame, please get out of the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45pm: Emerge from the room ready to head out to the bar. &lt;br /&gt;KA: Oooh you look nice, let's go!!&lt;br /&gt;SCA: Ugh omg it took you that long to get ready and you didn't even straighten your hair! Worthless.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: You look nice babe, can we go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm: Arrive at Dos Gringos(1 1/2 miles away from my house), already his friend RR is there and looking to drink.&lt;br /&gt;RR: Happy b-day man , let's go and get you some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15pm: Everyone has their drinks right now (I am drinking some water as am the DD) and we happen to find a booth outside with one of the nifty little heaters above it.&lt;br /&gt;RR: It's hot as fuck, can we turn this thing down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No way I am so toasty it's great.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: Ugh it is hot, let's ask if we can turn the heat down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Please don't I hate being cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:20pm: They find someone to turn the heat down and I commence to freeze my ass off for the better part of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm: Text soulmate JB to see where the hell she is at because I am in dire need of some female companionship.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF JB!!! where are you at ??&lt;br /&gt;JB: Calm the f down you said we weren't meeting until 9pm so that is what i had planned for.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HURRY!! I am going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the scene around includes a lot of laughing and yelling and a lot of shots &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20pm: JB is still not here.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: oh look it's JA and the crew.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough ten more people are headed our way.&lt;br /&gt;JA:Hey Mr.eck let me buy you a shot but let's go to Iguana Mack's(bar right next door to Dos) because they are cheaper there.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: oooh ok......babe is it ok if I go next door?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yuppers it's your bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:35pm: JB finally arrives and we sit and talk about potential hotties for her single self. We talk the peeps around us and then I realize Mr.Eck has not returned yet.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Shit Mr.Eck is not back yet.&lt;br /&gt;JB:They are still at Mack's, they probably got him a lot of shots.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no this is going to be such a long night.&lt;br /&gt;JB: Yes it sure is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10pm: Mr.Eck is still not back yet, I have started drinkin Dos Equis because I realize that I like his friends a lot better if I am drinking(don't get me wrong they are awesome guys but when they start drinking and I am still sober they get so damn annoying.). See my friend Ashley and talk for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:35pm: JB: Oh shit!! &lt;br /&gt;Me:What, is someone wearing something totally innappropriate?&lt;br /&gt;JB: Nope, your man just came back in the bar and he looks fucked up!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:NOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;Look over and there is Mr.Eck stumbling back to where we are sitting.&lt;br /&gt;Me:How are you doing babe?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck:.........&lt;br /&gt;Me:Mr.Eck are you alive?&lt;br /&gt;SCA: Uumm V they kind of fucked him up at Mack's. &lt;br /&gt;ME:Really I couldn't tell. Ass hat, now he is going to want to bring all of your lame asses back to my house!!&lt;br /&gt;SCA: Hah. I win!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: Babe.....I think I am drunk. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you want to drink some of my water?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: Hell no!!.....I only want to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;Me:OMG drink this water.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: NO quit trying to give me alcohol, I am going to drink this water right here.(I can't really type out all of the slurring that he was doing).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm: JB: Ooh cute guy I will be back. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't see her again for HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45pm: SCA: Hey I think your man is ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Seriously he wants to go to bed right now?&lt;br /&gt;SCA: Uumm not so much.&lt;br /&gt;I make my way over to the table.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: Hey babe can we go home, I invited everyone over to play beer pong and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure that sounds great. (Inside I was crying)&lt;br /&gt;SCA: We need to stop by the liquor store and get some beer. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok let's go. (picturing the horrible state my house is going to be in tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15am: Everyone is over at my house and they are starting to play beer pong. I am starving so I make myself a veggie patty to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:25am: Mr.Eck tries to sneak in the house and lay on the recliner to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Get your ass out of that chair!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck : Why? I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Me: you invited tons of peeps over so get off the chair and go and play some beer pong.&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: Ok ok I am going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00am: More people show up at my house. I begin to wonder when I decided that I was to old for this kind of partying. Seriously I really used to love it and now...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30am: JB finally reappears and has four more people in tow. &lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;JB: Cute guy and lots of drinks= me to drunk to drive so I had to sober up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ok &lt;br /&gt;JB: Hey who is all here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Step outside to the land of beer pong.&lt;br /&gt;So out we stepped and we watched for a bit. Alas we had to come in because it was so fucking cold outside we could not hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00am: hhhmm can't decide whether to sit here and eat white cheddar cheetos or watch them play fooseball.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey JB what do you want to do? Ugh has anyone seen JB??&lt;br /&gt;and there she was tucked into my bed fast asleep....the whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:15am: Finally changed out of the bar clothes and into some jammies.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sooo what time are you going to bed Mr.Eck??&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Eck: What?? Bed ? Never I am having to much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok well this is great.&lt;br /&gt;Hhmm this part of the night is a bit of a blur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:45am: RB: K I am going to wake up JB so that we can go back home.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok great then I can go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;(Note: RB and JB are just roomates, they do not share the same last name just the same first letter of the last name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00am: Me: Ok I am going to bed because I am way tired.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft I got absolutely no response because everyone was so hammered that they weren't paying attention to the sober woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30am: In bed trying to sleep even though I can hear the screaming and yelling coming from the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I am so glad that Mr.Eck only has one birthday a year.&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmm but mine is coming up so I need to figure out what to do for the big 26 bday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-6747862091084451649?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6747862091084451649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=6747862091084451649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/6747862091084451649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/6747862091084451649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mreck-turns-29.html' title='Mr.Eck turns 29!!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-8652084121907947980</id><published>2007-11-26T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:12:39.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey day with Mr.Ecks family</title><content type='html'>Ok so sorry that I haven't had a chance to put any blogs up but I had a really busy week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Thanksgiving Mr.Eck and I stayed in a three bedroom house at Roosevelt lake with his family(it was 7 adults and 5 kids none of which are mine). We slept in a room that had a queen bed (his bro and wife slept on that) and a set of bunk beds(hah J and I slept on those), it was not to shabby because it made me feel like I was twelve and in summer camp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on turkey day we woke up at eight in the the morning(thanks to the kiddies of course)and I got to watch Mr.Ecks mom get the turkey ready and it was so damn gross(seriously all that crap stuffed in the turkey) but hey if that is what they want to eat that is ok with me. Meanwhile I took my tofurkey roast out of the fridge and set it out to defrost. Well after all of the cooking was done we ended up eating at like four and let me tell you my tofurkey roast was not bad at all!!! All in all it was pretty damn good with the gravy(meatless of course)and the sides that his mother had made that didn't contain any meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end the trip was not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be, the last day we were there we played a few killer games of beer pong and that pretty much put everyone in a great mood and we ended up going to bed at like 9:30pm. I am pretty sure that Mr.Ecks family will not want to do this trip next year and I say hurray!! &lt;br /&gt;But just incase they do these are my tips for surviving a trip with the mans fam:&lt;br /&gt;1. When some of the family starts to get into an argument stand up quickly and ask anyone if they need a beer(I mean who doesn't like beer), then go get one and start drinking it fast!!&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are woken up at 8am by the kiddies do not say "WTF do you want!!" , smile and say good morning you are up early why don't you go in the kitchen and get some breakfast, after they leave you can proceed to try to smother yourself with your pillow.&lt;br /&gt;3. When Mr.Eck's sister in law throws a little tantrum due to the food not being ready when she wanted it to be(even though she didn't help do a damn thing), just smile and ask "does anyone else want to eat?" or "does anyone else need a beer?". &lt;br /&gt;4. When the fam makes a wise crack on your facial regimen say "I am so sorry that I do not readily accept aging as much as you embrace it",hah no that is mean you should really say "well I don't have kids so I can spend money to keep my face looking good, who the hell wants to prematurely age anyway!!"&lt;br /&gt;5. When it looks like the whole family is about to have the fight of the century, suggest a good game of beer pong and five hours later (of straight playing)everyone is happy and drunk and getting along just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously the key is to make sure that you have enough beer whenever you must go on a trip with the mans fam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-8652084121907947980?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8652084121907947980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=8652084121907947980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8652084121907947980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8652084121907947980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-so-sorry-that-i-havent-had-chance-to.html' title='Turkey day with Mr.Ecks family'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-2241875049809920890</id><published>2007-11-25T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:56:31.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To anyone that cares....</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say sorry for not posting anything in the last few days, I had to work three nights in a row last week and on Wednesday went out of town with Mr.Eck's family(will totally write about that later)and just got home yesterday. K will be posting new blogs up in a few hours. Later skaters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-2241875049809920890?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2241875049809920890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=2241875049809920890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/2241875049809920890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/2241875049809920890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-anyone-that-cares.html' title='To anyone that cares....'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-1994629133016018728</id><published>2007-11-17T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:37:39.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Dress at a concert....WTF??</title><content type='html'>It's about midnight and I am sitting here drinking a beer and trying to keep my dogs off of me and I realized I haven't written anything in a few days so here goes.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tonight I went to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra (TSO for short)and once again the concert was AMAZING although I could seriously do without the whole christmas story that is the first half of the concert(seriously it is totally gay). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was sitting in my chair waiting for the concert to start my friend Judy and I noticed that more than a few of the women there were dressed like they were going out to prom....WTF?? I mean dressing nice to go to a concert is expected seeing as you usually spend between $60 and $70 for your ticket but getting so dressed up that people start looking for your corsage is a little much. Seriously it isn't like we were at the symphony it was an Orchestral Rock concert. On another note though people should also not look like they just rolled out of bed to go to this type of concert I mean that is all good if you are going to some low key concert or grunge type shit....wait does grunge even exist anymore? But there was this guy that was wearing a T-shirt that said " I traded my girlfriend for ESPN" , hah it was funny but shit that is not concert going clothing. Ok so there ends my rant on the dress code for concerts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh totaly just watched Clueless yesterday and I had forgotten how much I loved that damn movie!! I wish that those cute knee high tights would come back. Ok that is it for tonight I am now going to get on WOW......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-1994629133016018728?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/1994629133016018728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=1994629133016018728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/1994629133016018728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/1994629133016018728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/prom-dress-at-concertwtf.html' title='Prom Dress at a concert....WTF??'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-1570659439293847549</id><published>2007-11-14T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:44:46.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Criminal Dance =Sore Hip....WTF?</title><content type='html'>So since I am so addicted to Michael Jackson's music (the old stuff) right now I of course had my ipod set to his songs while I was cleaning the house today. Ok so Smooth Criminal came on (favorite song)and in the midst of my cleaning I found myself thinking about the lean that they did in the video (if you haven't seen it you tube it because it is realy good) and decided to try doing it. After countless times of trying I got a good lean and then lost my balance and fell on the tile floor totaly slamming the shit out of my hip(I am totally going to have the biggest bruise ever)!!! On that note I have decided that there is no way that anyone can physically do that lean, it is totally impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a sore hip later I have decided to stick with learning the Thriller dance and also how to Moonwalk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-1570659439293847549?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/1570659439293847549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=1570659439293847549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/1570659439293847549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/1570659439293847549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/smooth-criminal-dance-sore-hipwtf.html' title='Smooth Criminal Dance =Sore Hip....WTF?'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-8206766804215187472</id><published>2007-11-13T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:09:04.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out yet again!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I showed up at the gym today for my 8am workout only to be told that my trainer was at a training class for the next two days. Apparently they had called me yesterday (while I was sleeping of course) to reschedule and since I never check my voicemail I had no idea.Since I was already there I decided to do 45min of cardio on the elliptical(usually not a big fan of that machine but my knee is still a bit sore and it is the easiest on the knees)...ok with that said I have discovered the best music to workout to ....ready....Michael Jackson's the Number Ones CD!! I was so into the music that the workout flew by and by the time I got to Dirty Diana I was done with my workout. So my goal for the day is to learn the Thriller dance and then show it off to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I rescheduled my training session with asshat for Thursday and I am going to really work extra hard because I caught a glimpse of myself as I was working out today and it was soooo not pretty!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note I also caught a glimpse of my face and had to lean in closer because the new facial regimen that I have been using for the past few months is really doing amazing things to my face. I totally love the way my face looks right now(not the double chin though). Ok now I am off to bed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-8206766804215187472?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8206766804215187472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=8206766804215187472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8206766804215187472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/8206766804215187472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/working-out-yet-again.html' title='Working out yet again!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4537068335976100792</id><published>2007-11-12T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:32:23.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>K it is now Monday night and my arms are almost back to normal(besides a little tightness by the boob area), hurray!!! So of course I have another session with the asshat trainer tomorrow morning at 8am, ugh I am so excited about it I could just vomit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4537068335976100792?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4537068335976100792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4537068335976100792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4537068335976100792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4537068335976100792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-3218145774955358608</id><published>2007-11-12T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:30:23.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Parties = Trip toTexas??</title><content type='html'>Ok so on Saturday I got home from work at about 8am and then had to get up at 10:30 am to get ready to go to a bridal shower(yes it was a whole bowl of suck), so my good friend LB calls me to make sure I am up (Note: Was totally not excited for this bridal shower because I am not very good friends with the bride, I am good friends with the groom but because I am a female I HAVE to go to the bridal shower(totally gay), also I am NOT allowed to go to the bachelor party but must be in attendance for the bachelorette party(ugh how is that even fair), when I complained to Mr.Eck he said "Well you are a girl" the ass.) so I drag my ass out of bed (tried to stretch but my arms were still not functioning correctly due to ass hat trainer) get in the shower and got ready to go to Linens N' Things to buy the gift. Anyway I end up getting totally cute sheets for her (that were not on the registry because I couldn't find anything that was on the registry, seriously walked around the store for a half and hour before LB called and said hurry the f up). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we show up at the bridal shower and we are only a half an hour late!! This is a miracle considering I am hispanic and can never make it anywhere on time. Also was in a crappy mood due to lack of sleep. Well when we walk in to the house (most gorgeous house I have ever been in!!) we were directed to the kitchen were there just plate after plate of delicious food!! Ooh on a side note the dessert was amazing they had little cheesecake balls that were shaped to look like lollipops and they had been dipped in chocalate and toffee all around them...can I say YUMMY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well while we are sitting outside eating MB ,LB and I start discussing there ongoing search for a husband. Ok this is what they are looking for :A nice looking guy that loves country music, is a conservative, would love to have a wife that would stay at home and raise the kids that they produce, ooh would also have to like boating and going hunting. Ok so the problem here is that we live in the desert state and the majority of the men here are looking for wives that are ok with working so that they have a dual income(dual income=more shit to buy) and they may or may not want kids(hence the dilemma and why they are both still single because really they are gorgeous), of course at this point I mentioned that I have a dotcomrade that lives in Texas that is looking for a good woman that has a lot in common with him and he would want her to stay at home and raise their kids and he stated that if LB and MB really want to have that kind of man that they need to get their cute butts to Texas because that is where all their kind of men reside. Of course I mention this to LB and MB so now we are just trying to plan a trip to somewhere in Texas (during a rodeo so I will have endure country music again!! See that is how much I heart you two)so that we can find these two cute chicks some nice cowboys!! Yee Haw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If anyone else would like to come on our Texas trip let me know we could totally party it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Still pissed that I was not invited to the bachelor party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-3218145774955358608?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3218145774955358608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=3218145774955358608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3218145774955358608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/3218145774955358608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/bridal-parties-trip-totexas.html' title='Bridal Parties = Trip toTexas??'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-4627033337350948915</id><published>2007-11-10T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T18:39:13.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>To WoW or not to WoW</title><content type='html'>Ok so it is almost 7pm and I am sitting here debating whether or not to get on a little game called World of Warcraft (I know I know I am a big geek), it has been almost one full year since I discovered the addiction that is WoW and it seems like there is no getting tired of playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So you may be wondering how I got sucked into this game well lets set the scene shall we....last year about this time I was sitting in the living room complaining loudly to my significant other(we will call him Eck) that I HAD to have the new Playstation 3 (have been a hard core gamer my whole damn life) , well Mr.Eck was telling me that there was no way we were going to spend about $700 on a new gaming system and that I should just find something else to occupy my time (besides the obsessive amount of reading that I do), ok so we were watching TV and a commercial for the PC game WoW came on so just to see if he would give me shit I said ooh I am going to go out and by this game...he said OK and that is when it all went downhill. Of course I immediately set out to buy the game and within the next week I had loaded it onto my desktop(has an awesome video card) and discovered the wonderful world of WoW, so that is how the little adventure began of course I didn't realize that it was a massive online game so you are playing with peeps from all over when you are online which is pretty damn awesome(most of the peeps on are in there 20's-40's) so it's a guaranteed fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so a year later I am still addicted to this game and I have a ton of what we call dotcomrades (friends that you have never met in person but you talk to everyday online or phone). So this is what I have discovered : It takes certain people to play these kinds of games and those of us that do usually have a lot in common(e.g die hard star wars fans and the such), people call me a geek now and a nerd and you know what...it's ok because I have honestly met some of the coolest peeps ever on this game and am so happy that I got the chance to meet them even if I never get to meet them in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So the next time you call me a nerd and a geek I say "Suck my Ass!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. On another note this WoW addiction has probably saved me over a hundred bucks a month that I used to spend at the bars!!! Hurray for WoW and yay to money saved and new Coach bags(due to all the money that has been saved by obsessive game playing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-4627033337350948915?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/4627033337350948915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=4627033337350948915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4627033337350948915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/4627033337350948915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-wow-or-not-to-wow.html' title='To WoW or not to WoW'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-991033114872721176</id><published>2007-11-10T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T03:20:47.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout'/><title type='text'>OMG my poor arms</title><content type='html'>Ok I am at work and it is 4am(totally normal as I work nights) , I start to stretch and then scream out in pain and realize that I am still fucking sore in fact I am so sore that I cannot even hold a phone up to my ear correctly.  So flashback...last week I finally got a new membership at a local gym, the reasoning behind this is that I am tired of being a chunky butt and want my body to resemble Jessica Biel's(e.g. total fucking hotness) . In order for me to accomplish these goals I am working with a personal trainer who I think may be trying to kill me. So on Wednesday I met up with the asshat(a.k.a. trainer) for my training session, so I started off by running a mile (well he only wanted me to warm up for ten minutes but I wanted to run a mile and it took me a little longer than ten minutes do the dick came over and shut off my treadmill when i was at .99 miles the jerk) or so and then went to work out the arms. Ok now I will admit that I am not that fit at the moment, but I am also not a weakling, well this asshat totally obliterated my upper body and he publicly humiliated me. I started off doing one of the machines that pretty much resembles a bench press, after 3 sets of 15 (hard as hell) I jumped off ready to do another part of my arms, the asshat made me get on the ground and do push ups(fact: Have not done a real push up in like three years), ok so when I tell him that I do not think I will be able to do it he screams loud enough for the WHOLE gym to hear "Hey this wimpy chick is about to do some push ups" so of course with everyone watching I had to get down and attempt to do a real push up. Well let me tell you that my arms were shaking so badly that I couldn't even do one....hence public humiliation. Anyway after that we proceeded to do the rest of the workout with me bitching the whole time because at some point my arms had stopped participating in the exercises (at this point I was yelling loudly "Mind over Matter" so that I could finish the damn sets) and I felt like a wimpy girl. When the punishment was over I ran out of the gym to my car (would have moved a lot faster too if my arms would have been working correctly) and tried to leave but it took me two minutes to be able to put my car in reverse(drive a stick) and another minute to be able to lift my arms to steer my way home. So my arms have been pretty much worthless since Wednesday....and it's Saturday now WTF??? How out of shape could I be. Maybe by Tuesday (next training session with asshat) I will be able to use my arms once again. On a positive note I was getting ready for work today (gimping along) and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I swear I saw some definition in the tricep area(although it could have been swelling) so hey Jessica Biel body here I come!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-991033114872721176?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/991033114872721176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=991033114872721176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/991033114872721176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/991033114872721176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-my-poor-arms.html' title='OMG my poor arms'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615491798769799228.post-451068189690550865</id><published>2007-11-10T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T02:15:12.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you should know about me!!</title><content type='html'>Ok here I go !!! Well besides being a BAMF (for those of you not up on the lingo it means bad ass mo fo) I am also a textual whore!! That means that on last months phone bill I texted about 3,400 text messages.....ok so realizing that I have a cell phone addiction I have decided to try something new (liking to talk a lot = blog) and start a blog. So hopefully this will lessen the texting I do and give me a whole new addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615491798769799228-451068189690550865?l=bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/feeds/451068189690550865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615491798769799228&amp;postID=451068189690550865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/451068189690550865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615491798769799228/posts/default/451068189690550865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-ass-mofo.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-you-should-know-about-me.html' title='What you should know about me!!'/><author><name>BAMF#1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372338229903531305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
