We had 10 kids over for the party! What a headache when it was all over!
Breanna and her big sister! I haven't seen Linds in almost 4 years...She's all grown up and soooo beautiful!
Congratulations Ryan and Char!
My brother and his wife drove to Prince George today to have the baby, It was due today, but nothing was happening but Chars rising blood pressure, so they decided to induce. Yay Baby!! I can't wait to be an aunty again!! I'm saying prayers that everything will go good and the baby will be healthy and happy. I'll post pictures as soon as I can!
Well, the recovery process has been pretty rough but is now underway and I've been getting a bit better each day. I don't use the crutches anymore, I just wrap my foot up real tight, or if I go outside I have a nifty "Robo-Boot" air cast, which has been great. I took my first car ride to the south side this morning to go see my lawyer and mom bought breakfast at Timmys which was badly yearned for over the past week. Mmmm. Timmys coffee! It was just most of all great to get out of the house and do some of the things I needed to do. Shay ended up in emergency on Friday the 13th...The doctors were convinced he had contracted Hepatitis A but thank the Lord they ruled that out! He has something going on inside his small intestine. Tomorrow Shay and I see the doctor and hopefully his results are back so we can get him on medication if he needs it. He seems to be getting a bit better, but it's been off and on for 6 weeks straight and I'd like to see him back to his regular energetic chipper self for good. Tyler turns 10 next Monday, it's amazing how fast your babies grow up. I've decided to plan the absolute best party for him this weekend that I can but I still don't know what to get him. And more good news I am going to be an aunty any day now...I CAN"T WAIT!! I can't wait to meet this tiny little precious person and have some good and some excitement!! CHAR...DO THE MACARANA!! I SWEAR IT WORKS, JUST TRY IT!! Have a good day everyone!!
Well sad to say but I nominate myself for The Best Dummy of 2007 Awards!! The night that I got out of the hospital, I was feeling better than I thought I would, I apparently had a little too much morphine, and got up in the middle of the night to pee and walk around. I went into the living room to get the phone # for the hospital and on the way back to my room I totally passed out. I don't know what happened...I was fine one minute, and the next, I knew I was going down fast. The next thing I knew, Craig was trying to wake me up and called an ambulance. And my foot was throbbing unbelievably!! They took me back to the hospital where I had my surgery done and it was a nightmare!! They pretty much completely ignored me for 11 hours, (only giving me an x-ray on my foot and a percocet for the pain after being there for over 8 hours!).They finally came in and told me it wasn't broken or fractured, just badly sprained and bruised, but they Didn't feed me, give me blankets, help me to the bathroom, ask how I was doing... nothing. Finally I decided I was leaving and mom had to hound the staff to help get me some crutches or whatever so I could leave. So here I am, a total wreck. But my foot hurts worse than my back and I can get around pretty good with the crutches so I guess I have to look at it that way. I guess things could be worse but I don't dare say that out loud!
I made it! Phew. But that was definately the worst operation I have had to date, and the most painful. In every way! I got to the hospital for 10:30 am Monday morning but of course, in true medical fashion, it didn't actually happen until much later...by noon they had a bed and a room for me, which kinda surprised me because it was only a day surgery. But I figured at least I didn't have to sit on those sucky hard waiting room chairs! So I got pampered in a bed with warm blankets and pillows and Craig to keep me company. And we waited...and waited. Well not much longer then we were introduced to "Mrs. Mills"....the wailer! OMG! She had a creepy creaky crackly horror movie old lady voice and it started out "I have to go peeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Somebody come, I have to go pe-he-he-he, WAAAAAAAAAAA! There'd be moments of silence then "Nobody cares about meeeeeeeee, I have to go peeeeeeeee, WAAA. So the first time the nurse came she asked what she needed and she said she wanted a MUFFIN. So the nurse leaves again, and she starts crying again, for way too long, this time screaming she had to go pee, but the nurse took so long to get there that she peed the bed. Then she wailed about that, rightfully so, but AHHHH! Anyways she wanted everything, she was cold, she couldn't reach something...whatever it was was wailed out in that scary voice. Finally at 4:00 the OR called for me. They brought me to the cold shiny room down the long hallway and left me parked in front of a wall full of clowns on tightropes paintings. I didn't much care for them but I ended up staring at them until after 5:00 because they were waiting for my surgery instruments which were apparently wayward. Then to the other cold shiny room with the lights when they were found. Now we were ready to go but the doctor was missing, so I watched them all get everything ready. I watched as the nurse asked for a #10 blade and put in in the scalpel and then set it on the tray. Not long after that the doctor came in and put the mask on me, put the dose in the IV and said "see you later" I knew as soon as he said it I'd go, I tried to last that extra second but it never worked...lights out. I think it was about 8:30 when I woke up, I don't remember much but my doctor came in and said I was staying overnight, a needle coming towards me, and Craig saying he was going to phone mom. I don't know when I woke up next but I was really hurtin and they gave me morphine and gravol like every two hours. The wailer wailed, the lady beside me kept waking up, it was not a good sleep. Anyways, they sent me home sometime after lunch time. I've been getting around but am definately tender and sore. But I made it, thanks for all the prayers, everyone. I'll write more later when I'm not so drugged up.
In the bunny hutch at the farmWhat do you call a chocolate Easter bunny that was out in the sun too long? A runny bunny.
What is the difference between a crazy bunny and a counterfeit banknote? One is bad money and the other is a mad bunny!
How do you post a bunny? Hare mail
How can you tell where the Easter Bunny has been? Eggs (X) marks the spot
What did the man say when he saw 10 bunnies hopping over the hill? There go ten bunnies hopping over the hill.
What did the man say when he saw 10 bunnies hopping over the hill wearing sunglasses? Nothing- he didn't recognize them.
Maybe the green eggs in my fridge have been dyed...Maybe not. You feel lucky??
1. WILL THE REAL DUMMY PLEASE STAND UP? AT&T fired President John Walter after nine months, saying he lacked intellectual leadership. He received a $26 million severance package. Perhaps it's not Walter who's lacking intelligence. 2. WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS: Police in Oakland, CA spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them in the police line shouting, "Please come out and give yourself up." 3. WHAT WAS PLAN B? An Illinois man, pretending to have a gun, kidnapped a motorist and forced him to drive to two different automated teller machines, wherein the kidnapper proceeded to withdraw money from his own bank accounts. 4. THE GETAWAY! A man walked into a Topeka, Kansas Kwik Stop and asked for all the money in the cash drawer. Apparently, the take was too small, so he tied up the store clerk and worked the counter himself for three hours until police showed up and grabbed him. 5. DID I SAY THAT? Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words "Give me all your money or I'll shoot," the man shouted, "that's not what I said!" 6. ARE WE COMMUNICATING? A man spoke frantically into the phone: "My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart." "Is this her first child?" the doctor asked. "No!" the man shouted, "This is her husband!" 7. NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED! In Modesto, CA, Steven Richard King was arrested for trying to hold up a Bank of America branch without a weapon. King used a thumb and a finger to simulate a gun. Unfortunately, he failed to keep his hand in his pocket. (hellooooooo)! 8. THE GRAND FINALE! Last summer, down on Lake Isabella, located in the high desert, an hour east of Bakersfield, CA, some folks, new to boating, were having a problem. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get their brand new-22 foot boat going. It was very sluggish in almost every maneuver, no matter how much power they applied After about an hour of trying to make it go, they putted into a nearby marina, thinking someone there may be able to tell them what was wrong. A thorough topside check revealed everything in perfect working condition. The engine ran fine, the out-drive went up and down, and the propeller was the correct size and pitch. So, one of the marina guys jumped in the water to check underneath. He came up choking on water, he was laughing so hard. NOW REMEMBER ...THIS IS TRUE: Under the boat, still strapped securely in place, was the trailer!
My little man at the dentist today. He conquored his fear of the dentist and had a filling done without total sedation, he's had to be put right to sleep before. I begged him to just get one of them done right then and there and he would see it wouldn't be that bad, and reminded him how much bigger and stronger and tougher that he is now. He decided at the last moment to just go for it and he did awesome, even said it was not that bad! I didn't believe this day would ever come. It didn't come easy though, when I was done with the pleading I had to revert to the sure-fire alternative. Cold Hard Cash. 10 bucks. But he did it. And said he'd go back for the other 2. What a little man! He said the sweetest thing today:
So, now that I'm nearly rid of the above, someone else comes waltzing BACK into my life and asks to be a part of my life and to just "figure things out" a day at a time kind of thing. Just "start by being friends". This person who completely abandoned me and my son 10 years ago. Now he's back, and has admitted he made mistakes and bad choices and doesn't know how to fix it but would like to try to make a start - to the complete and utter horror of the person I'm now with who is talking about making future plans and the commitment thing when I'm totally not ready to even think about that and I'm not even divorced yet. (See Exhibit "A")
Then I have tons of work that I just can't do much of with my broke back. It gets worse every day to the point I am having nerve damage and body parts going numb, Likelyhood of surgery in the next couple of weeks. But I'm more afraid of living the rest of my life in this pain and having zero quality of life than having the operation. I'll know on April 3 when I see the surgeon. Until then I have narcotics. LOTS of narcotics. And Ativan. So even though it is the first bit of relief I have had in a looong time, I recognize that it is to the detriment of my decision making at a time when I can't afford to unwittingly make ANOTHER bad choice. I can't trust my own judgement in the throes of legal battle, making choices that will affect my kids for the rest of their lives. But what can I do? Absolutely nothing. Sit, and stand. And sit, and stand. And sit, and stand (because it hurts to do both) and wonder when it will ever get back to normal, and if I even know what normal is. And because my eyes are not blind to the world I know there could be a chance I may not get through this operation as expected. I have to be ready for any outcome. My life is nothing I ever expected or dreamed it to be but it has been colorful. I have walked a lot. I have been to so many places and experienced so many people and things and lessons.
I have a favorite day that sticks out in my head, and although it was at a time I was at my worst lowest point in my life, I just took a day for me. I was in BC and I had an appointment in Vancouver at 9 am. I managed to catch a ride to Surrey and hopped the skytrain to Vancouver, only having been in Burnaby twice and with Mike driving. Anyways after my appointment I just walked around downtown window shopping, checking out all the cool buildings and parks, architecture and culture then headed over to Stanley Park. I think I walked around the whole park, stopping to admire everything I could that . I sat on the big wall with my legs hanging over, watching the ferries come and go, the sailboats, the incredible skyline of Vancouver. I lost time and by the time I left I was totallsoaked from mist. I missed my 5 pm ride from Surrey and didn't get home until 8:30 pm and everyone was sick with worry and furious with me for not calling but I didn't care. I was totally free that day. I stopped to smell all the flowers. I walked so much that day, I've never walked so much in my life but I remember feeling like I was walking on the sunshine. So that's my favorite day. And it's actually nice to remember right now!
And a joke to end:
Two surgeons and a dermatologist were sitting around a table having lunch when the two surgeons suddenly burst out in laughter.
"What's so funny?" asks the dermatologist?
"You wouldn't get it" says the one surgeon, "It's an inside joke!"
Last night I had a night of freedom from motherhood, and the car... so I decided to go for a drive to a nice spot on the riverbank. I took a batch of pictures of the Edmonton skyline and I'm not sure what happened here because all the other pics turned out fine-but it looks totally freakin' cool!
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I have to vent. This afternoon, Tyler was out just on the block when a couple of other kids came over, pushed him down, kicked him, threatened him and stole his bike. Grrrr. I am furious. Craig jumped in his truck and I in my car and if I would have found them myself I don't know what I'd have done. But thank goodness, Craig found them, chased them down, put the fear of God into them and retrieved the bike. He says they were only about 12 or 13 years old. Grrr. I think this area is getting a lot worse, maybe time to think about moving. Not that I want to, but I can't even let my kids play on our own block without being harassed and have things going missing out of our yard- The sad thing is that is all a bunch of little pre-teen native kids who we've had all the problems with. Last fall one stole Ty's skateboard a couple of times. The last time I walked right up to a ground floor apartment balcony and took it back. There was a dad or someone there and he didn't say or do a thing. I ask what is wrong with the kids but I have a good feeling someone should be asking the parents. It makes me sick!
Today is my big brother Ryans 35th birthday, He was born in the days of sideburns and Elvis. 
Ryan is one year older than me but I usually kept up. Or I tried my hardest! He was always doing something when he was little, like disassembling all my dolls and barbies into pieces, torturing me with bugs, sicking dogs on me on the way to school, telling on me...usual sibling stuff I guess. I've decided to compile a "Best of" List:
Grossest thing I ever saw:
Ryan was claiming his devotion to a girl but she wouldn't give him the time of day unless he "proved it", which meant eating Ju-Jubes that she spit on and threw into the dirt. He was maybe in kindergarten or grade 1, and I was pretty grossed out and tried to talk him out of it, but the first one was green and he said "mmm, greens my favorite...it's just a little dirt"
Worst Rat-Out:
Ryan ratted me out for going to meet Corey O'Brien in grade 5 which ended up being the first time I was kissed by a boy. When I got home I was grounded for 2 weeks.
Worst time in trouble:
It's a long story in which the blame lays mostly on me but Ryan got it too cus he went along with it. My mom left a $20 bill on a chair in the living room and it was I, maybe 5 years old who came across it and had the bright idea of taking Ryan and all of our friends to the store. This is in the 70's, when a bag of chips or a chocolate bar was 25 cents. So me, Ryan, Tim, Ernie and Paul walked down to the corner store and I said since I found the money I would let them each get one thing and one thing only. So we all bought one thing. And I was left with like 19.00 in change and no good explanation for what I had just done. Once we were out of the store and I was left holding all the money, my concience went crazy and I told Ryan what I did. We decided the best thing to do was get rid of the evidence. The closest thing around? A big green garbage bin!! About 2/3 full. Later that day, or maybe even the next, my mom was questioning if any of us knew what happened to the money and it all came out. My mom was furious. It was money for Ryans birthday present. She marched us down to the bin and made Ryan hop in and search for it. Then when we got home we got our first dose of wooden spoon.
Scariest Moment:
Anytime Ryan was driving and I was a passenger. He makes me nervous.
Funniest Moment:
Ryan and I moved out when I was still in high school. We had a housewarming party and someone had the bright idea of buying a texas mickey of whisky! Well, Ryan was smashed, everyone else was smashed...that night was also a puke-o-rama, but I'll spare you the details. Well after everyone was gone I couldn't find Ryan, but I could hear the cat crying. I found him and the cat behind the recliner chair in the corner, and he was holding the cat down, who was trying to get away and he was saying "shhh. shh...you're going to hate me in the morning!". I don't know what that meant but I dragged Ryan out and rescued the cat. Then I tried to help Ry to bed. But as we went through his bedroom door he knocked over his dresser and tripped at the same time, he took me down with him, I landed on top of him and the dresser on top of both of us. I was trying to get up when I felt Ry start dry heaving and I looked down into his face. Right before he spewed I turned his face away from me and held it so he wouldn't puke on me, but it was puddled all around us. Then he passed out. I had to just lay him in it and leave until I worked up enough strength to pick him up. It wasn't really that funny then. But it's darned funny now!
Proudest Moment:
Everytime I see what a good dad you are to your kids!!
Worst ouch:
Once when we were riding our bikes to school he started chasing me with a stick. I took off as fast as I could but he got the better of me when he decided to poke the stick through the spokes of my tires. I went almost straight over the handlebars and got the wind knocked out of me SOOOO bad before I hit the road. I was furious.
Well Ryan, can you believe we're this old now!! And we have kids of our own?? My newest best memory was this past Christmas, when we went to dads for dinner...
"Sal AAAD? Would you like some salAAD?"
It was so funny to be sitting at the table with you and Jill giggling away about that. I felt like we were all kids again and everytime I think about it I still laugh! We have a lot of good memories and maybe one day we'll live in the same town long enough to have more! You're too far away big bro.
Hope you have an awesome birthday,
Love your Wendell
I was hoping to see this tonight but got so wrapped up in cleaning my house that I forgot to even try to view it, I heard we wouldn't probably see it at all here. The one at the end of the month will best be seen by the west coast so I might have better luck then.
The last time I remember an eclipse was when I lived in Abbotsford. I was driving to Seven Oaks Mall and I heard on the radio that it was happening, so I found a place to pull over. I just turned off the car and my cell rang, it was James. I asked him if he was watching and he said yes he was out in his yard. At that moment we both burst into a rendition of Total Eclipse of the Heart and had a then we had a good laugh. It's actually the only eclipse I *remember* seeing since I was little and had to wear those freaky classes the schools handed out, but I'm sure that was a solar eclipse anyway. We had to watch a movie in class that put fear into every child in the class of looking directly into the light. Except me. I didn't appreciate it much then and I did sneak a look up at it, eyes squinted cus the glasses were too dark and I wanted to see what it really looked like. Cory G. told me I'd go blind. I guess I was a rebel at heart even at that tender age.
Last night was a nightmare! The kids and I haven't been feeling well for days. We all went to the doctor on Wednesday night. Ty got perscribed some cough medicine and the doc said it was a viral bug that would pass. Well it passed all right. I had sent Ty to grandmas because I thought he was the worst and didn't want us all to get the sore throat and the kids and I crawled into bed at 8:00. At about 2 am, with my stomach in the kinks and headache from hell I just started to drift off when Shay woke me up with the curdling screams "I puked on my blanket". I got up, helped him hurl the rest in the toilet and cleaned up his bed, floor, hallway and bathroom where he missed the toilet... and brought him to the living room to lay on the couch and watch a movie with a big bucket. Ugh! So then I TRIED to go back to bed, not 20 minutes later, my puke-levy broke, I hurled my guts out for about 1/2 an hour and then went back to try to lay down and rest my tummy. Well not long after I heard Breanna FREAKING out, she puked too! So I go out into the living room where Shay was and there's Breanna....COVERED in puke, smushed all over her hair, face, clothes, couch, floor and some in Shays bucket!! EEP! So I threw her in the shower, cleaned up the couch, floor, hallway, bucket and clothes and went and sat with them. It was horrible. By this time it was 5:00 in the morning. It was SO FREAKING horrible. I am so tired. I just woke up at noon, went into the living room and there was MORE puke in the puke bucket. Breanna claimed it so I made her go dump it. (Sorry baby girl!) Well at least Tyler is feeling better...
Showing off my dads' Stained Glass ProjectI got these photos from my friend Adam...
The book these came from said some of the paint jobs cost $15,000 and had to be repeated every 3 months as the cat's hair grows out. Must be nice to have $60,000 a year just to keep your cat painted!
Shay and I preparing to head out onto the ice. His skating skills are still sketchy, he fell and hurt himself 3 or 4 times, then sat out for a long time. Then he found his boots and had a blast playing in the snow which was perfect for snowmen and snowballs. I think it went up to plus 4.
Me and Craig
THINGS THAT I LOVE:
This past year has been a rollercoaster and a lot of times a nightmare. To my family and friends left standing I just want to say I love you all and I couldn't have gotten through it without you.
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about my life and where I am supposed to be. And the thing is I really don't have a clue. Once in a while I get this big blast of optimism and clarity but that is only at the times when I am powerless to make a change or go a certain direction. For every piece of good news in my life there is a parallel negative that stands in the way of me of going anywhere at all. Most of the time things are completely backwards. Just off the top of my head, I've got some work to keep me going for a few months, and I get to work from home but physically, it kills me. Literally. My back is broke. I was told I need an MRI then to bring those results to a specialist, well, they booked the specialist for April and the MRI for June. Okee dokey. Meanwhile, I have rent to pay. And I don't feel like I am ever going to get ahead and to know I have to live in this pain for even one more day is depressing. And I have to wait til the end of June to get some answers. 5 months!! Sigh. That is only one example, probably the biggest example of the backwardity in my life. I just invented that word. But amidst the daily angst I sometimes stumble into or onto someone or something that truly inspires me and reminds me there is a higher purpose and along with that some hope. And last week I was inspired by a little girl. I'll just say go to the website and see for yourself. I have a CNN video clip and will add the link but for now...
She's truly astounding, and I'm rendered speechless. Anyway that's all for now. I've vented. And I have work to do. :) So bye for now.
Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female Poodle. The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but end up arriving in front of her at the same time. The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return. Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them, "The first one who can use the words 'liver' and 'cheese' together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me." The sturdy, muscular black Lab speaks up quickly and says, "I love liver and cheese." "Oh, how childish," said the Poodle. "That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever." She turns to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and says "How well can you do?" "Um. I HATE liver and cheese," blurts the Golden Retriever. "My, my," said the Poodle. "I guess it's hopeless. That's just as dumb as the Lab's sentence. "She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says, "How about you, little guy? "The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the Chihuahua.He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says ... (ok this is good) Liver alone. Cheese mine."
When you feel that nobody loves you, Nobody cares for you, Everyone ignores you, And people are jealous of you, You should really ask yourself... "Am I TOO sexy?"
I have been saying for a long time that 2007 will be my year. Because of the "7" thing in my life, all major events have happened in 7's and intervals of 7 years. This year my birthday is even on 7/7/7. I've decided I'm going to Vegas for that, and even though I was wayyyy too lucky the last time I was there, I have a good feeling about it.
This year has been going like a rollercoaster. Huge ups.
I had court on January 16th for the ahole who was breaking into my house. It went well. I went completely prepared to testify and wanted him to get jail time. They kept us separated, shuffling us in and out of the courtroom, and finally, his lawer came out of the room and into the lobby. He said "hey look, this judge is going to hammer him really hard. It looks like jail time...Is there any way you'd consider a Peace Bond". I said "no, I don't think so. He's never even admitted the truth, even when confronted with the evidence, and he's never said sorry. So, no!" He asked me to wait and a few minutes later he came back and said M would take responsibility and apologize, and I could decide on some of the conditions. So I agreed. All I wanted from M was the truth, from his lips. And I got it. And also got to see him brought down and broken, red as a lobster, sweat rolling off his forehead, twitching and shaking in front of the judge and a room full of men in suits. Mr big and tough guy who's not afraid of anything or anyone looked terrified.
And I was cool and collected as a cucumber, I even didn't accept his first 2 apologies but he got it right on the 3rd attempt. Anyways, all said and done, he's still not getting away lightly. He has to keep the peace and be of good behavior for a year. That's gonna be a tricky one for him. And I have one more whole year of a no- contact order, so I don't have to worry about him coming around anymore, which I am sure I took care of for good on court day, because I'm sure he hates me forever for how I stood up to him that day. Victory for me. Yay!!
I've even got some more work coming in. I'm going to be doing 3 websites. It hurts my head to think about it but it's work and it's money, and working mostly from home is also a bonus. And in a few weeks I have another job opportunity but it's still kinda iffy so I'll update on that later.
I also just got my very first child support payment on Feb 1st. 2 years and a huge lawyer bill later. But that was a big event. Sadly for my kids I am not convinced the rest of the payments will let come let alone on time, but I guess we'll see. But another victory for me...Yay again!
Other than that my rollercoaster has had a few downs, but I'm trying to deal. I had a bunch of good, but then got some pretty scary news about my health. I didn't take it very well at all the first few days but I gotta keep reminding myself that things have a funny way of working out and I guess I'm holding onto that.
The peeps are all doing good. Tyler has really taken to skating this year and often goes down to the community rink. Craig even takes him sometimes. Shay is only concerned with his best buddy Jayden and spends all his time there, and Breanna is sweet and smart as usual. I'll have to upload some pics when I have more time.
I'm going to end with my new favorite joke....
Lifesavers
A teacher was doing a study testing the senses of first graders, using a
bowl of Lifesavers.
The children began to say:
red............cherry,"
Yellow.........lemon,"
Green..........lime,"
Orange.........orange,"
Finally the teacher gave them all honey Lifesavers. After eating them none
of the children could identify the taste.
Well," she said, "I'll give you all a clue; It's what your mother may
sometimes call your father."
One little girl looked up in horror, spit her Lifesaver out and yelled:
"Oh My God!!!! They're assholes!"
BEFORE - You take my breath away AFTER - I feel like I'm suffocating BEFORE - Twice a night AFTER - Twice a month BEFORE - She says she loves the way I take control of a situation AFTER - She called me a controlling, manipulative egomaniac BEFORE - Saturday Night Fever AFTER - Monday Night Football BEFORE - Don't stop AFTER - Don't start BEFORE - Is that all you're having? AFTER - Maybe you should have just a salad, honey BEFORE - It's like I'm living in a dream AFTER - It's like he lives in a dorm BEFORE - $60/doz. AFTER - $1.50/stem BEFORE - Turbocharged AFTER - Jumpstart BEFORE - We agree on everything AFTER - Doesn't she have a mind of her own? BEFORE - Victoria's Secret AFTER - Fruit-of-the-Loom BEFORE - Charming and Noble AFTER - Chernobyl BEFORE - Feathers and handcuffs AFTER - Ball and chain BEFORE - Idol AFTER - Idle BEFORE - I love a woman with curves AFTER - I never said you were fat BEFORE - He's completely lost without me AFTER - Why won't he ever ask for directions? BEFORE - Time stood still AFTER - This relationship is going nowhere BEFORE - Croissant and cappuccino AFTER - Bagel and instant BEFORE - You look so seductive in black AFTER - Your clothes are so depressing BEFORE - Oysters AFTER - Fishsticks BEFORE - I can hardly believe we found each other AFTER - I can't believe I ended up with someone like you BEFORE - Passion AFTER - Ration BEFORE - Once upon a time AFTER - The end
AWWW! Shay with his Santa hat
