tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93881952024-03-08T08:32:21.722-05:00Mariposa's Tales of MadnessThe mad mad tales of my life, as a mother, a wife, a friend, and a trying-to-be-comical ass.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1125714253947187392005-09-02T22:15:00.000-04:002005-09-02T22:24:13.953-04:00LINKS FOR HELPPlease go over here to <a href="http://beenthere.typepad.com/been_there/">Been There</a>. They have a system set up where you can list what you have to donate to the victims of Katrina. Baby items, everyday house items, diapers, baby food, formula, clothing, shoes, coats, blankets... whatever you have that you would like to donate, please post it there. Please pass this information along to others, so they can do the same.<br /><br />More links:<br /><a href="http://katrina.com/">Katrina.Com</a><br><br /><a href="http://www.karmus.com/viewcard/100349">Karmus.Com Photos of missing</a><br><br /><a href="http://speakup.oxygen.com/campaigns/neworleans">Oxygen Campaign</a><br><br /><a href="http://homeport.uscg.mil/mycg/portal/ep/home.do">Missing Persons</a><br><br /><a href="http://www.networkforgood.org/topics/animal_environ/hurricanes/?source=CNN&cmpgn=CRS">Network For Good</a><br><br /><a href="http://www.salvationarmyusa.org/">Salvation Army</a><br><br /><a href="http://www.catholiccharitiesusa.org/news/katrina.cfm">Catholic Charities</a><br><br /><br />And finally a page full of complete links for help, how to help, where to help:<br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2005/katrina/help.center/">CNN Help Center</a>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1125595247967577092005-09-01T13:17:00.000-04:002005-09-01T13:20:47.973-04:00Changing the moodWith near apocalypse going on down south. I have to change the mood on here for my own sanity. Days of endless CNN coverage of death and destruction has sent me into a teary spiral. I can't do this to myself. Thank you God for my family and for my home being in a safe place. All we get is occasional snowfall of 3 feet. Or below zero weather. A tornadoe in country places. Or a small flood. <br /><br />So now, on to the fun topic.<br /><br />I stoled this from my <a href="http://www.sometimeshere.com/">DOM Maddie</a>. <br />I like it, here it go:<br /><br />Blog Secrets<br />Wanna Play?<br /><br />Leave an anonymous comment telling one secret you wont/can't blog about, and if you are so inclined...why? I'll jump in when the water's warm.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1125443707147074642005-08-30T19:08:00.000-04:002005-08-30T20:39:54.063-04:00Help them<img src="http://cdn.news.aol.com/aolnews_photos/06/01/20050830171409990007"> When I saw the footage of Katrina this morning. I started crying. It looked like the tsunami from last December. People on rooftops.<u><a href="http://us.video.aol.com/video.index.adp?mode=1&pmmsid=1375586">A man crying to a reporter, while looking confused and wandering a street. "My house cracked in half. My wife... I couldn't hold on to her. She told me to let go and take care of the kids... my wife is gone. Everything I have is gone..." the reporter began to cry.</a></u> The man walked on. <br /><br />I was crying. These people. The people who did not get out, because they were economically unable to move to higher ground. We had warnings. Why couldn't states open up their own stadiums and buildings to let these poorer people in? Why couldn't airlines and buslines offer free rides to higher places? How about out of state hotels offering free places to stay? We could have avoided losing people. Men, women, babies. We had the warning. We had the money to save these people and yet, it was more or less "fend for yourself." And this is what they did. They went to higher ground, meaning attics, rooftops. They waved t-shirts and towels on sticks so that ARMY helicopters could rescue them. Those that lived. Those that weathered the storm and the beastly conditions. Those that survived.<br /><br />Looting taking place, because people are scared they are going to starve. No food. No water. Nothing. But. Themselves.<br /><br />They don't know the estimated death toll. But as of this afternoon it was up to 80. The mayor said as he was on a boat to see the damage, he saw bodies floating everywhere. He was at a loss for words. <br /><br />Help them. Because those that needed help, were not given that help and didn't have a chance. <br /><img src="http://www.networkforgood.org/images/packages/hurricanes/katrina2.jpg"><br /><a href="http://www.networkforgood.org/topics/animal_environ/hurricanes/">Help Victims of Hurricane Katrina</a>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1125338908658509132005-08-29T14:03:00.000-04:002005-08-29T14:10:19.383-04:00Watching the stormI am fascinated with storms. As is my daughter. I am beginning to believe that her sense of fashion and her love for weather will lead her in great directions. "And here is Mya C. with the weather... ".<br /><br />Katrina looks like a bad mama jamma. I can't wait to look on the net with Mya when she gets home, so we can watch footage and sit glued to the tube in her room as we watch the Weather Channel. <br /><br />She understands the destruction, and her first questions are always "did they tell people to go to safety? What about the people who can't get out, mom?" I always tell her that people will get out. No matter how ugly it really can be. She has this passion for what happens in the skies. And a passion for people. My little weather girl. <br /><br />We are actually getting the remnants right now of what's going on in Louisiana. If you live in the track of the current storm, and it's raining... you can actually stick your tongue out and taste salt water. That's Katrina, people. I shit you not. Katrina can be tasted all the way up in Ohio. <br /><br />Here is some info and current up to dates... if you are staying there, God bless you. I hope you're safe.<br /><img src="http://image.weather.com/web/multimedia/images/miscellaneous/hurr_katrina_51.jpg"><a href="http://www.weather.com/multimedia/index.html?clip=2439&collection=topstory&from=wxcenter_video">Watching Katrina</a>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1125262298847068952005-08-28T16:43:00.000-04:002005-08-28T16:51:38.853-04:00AutumnMy favorite time of year is right around the corner.<br /><br />The thing I don't like much about the seasons here in Ohio, is that the good ones don't last too long. Autumn should be 8 months long, and winter should be 2 months long. The Spring should be about 4 months long and then summer should be like 5 months long. So that would change the year to 19 months a year instead of 12. That sounds good. Right?<br /><br />Mya started school, and so far her new teachers seem promising. Her teacher last year was a favorite playing twat, that didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground. "Mya's constantly tattling..." I told her there was a difference between tattling and telling on someone that has pinched your ass. I ended up taking the situation to the principal and threatened to go to the superintendent if nothing was done. The boy who pinched her ass and called her "booty girl" ended up being severely punished, he also had to write Mya an apology. After that, me and Mrs. Twat Teacher didn't get along too well. She didn't like that I went to the principal. Oh well. I saw her as I helped Mya find her new classroom number and she put her nose in the air. I laughed and kept on walking. I felt a pang of pity for the new kids in her class. <br /><br />Keifer will be in kindergarten next year. I will hopefully get him into that preschool I was talking about. But as I am not really getting support or any kind of teaching in the driving department ("I am too tiiiireeed" ~ my husband.) who the fuck knows when I will be doing that. I want to give up sometimes. I don't understand why I am expected to give my all and when I do, I never get any help in the areas I ask for help in. I shouldn't say never. I will just say MOST OF THE TIME. <br /><br />I will be seeking a new layout soon. And hopefully a new domain if I can. I would like to have something new. I feel as if this blogger is tainted with scum. <br /><br />Well, the baby is crying. I have to take him outside and swing him in his baby swing that his Auntie Sissy gave him. He leans back like Fat Joe and makes a gangster face as he swings sweetly. Little fatness. I love him.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1124467623158958202005-08-19T11:57:00.000-04:002005-08-19T12:35:51.956-04:00StuffI come on here to post, and I find myself deleting posts instead. I feel a blogger block going on in my brain. I can't figure out why that is. I had no problem before, so help me out here, it's beginning to get old. <br /><br />My daughter goes back to school next week. Can you say: "A la escuela que te la pela!"... my mother used to say that to me as each summer would end. It was a sort of taunt as in "back to school you go" but not really in those exact words. I loathed when she said that, So now I find myself saying it to my daughter as she cringes and runs off screaming "Nooo! I don't want to gooo!".<br /><br />My oldest son will be going to preschool sometime this fall. When I am not sure, it depends on when his mother gets her drivers license. I don't have a drivers license you ask... nope. I don't. Why? I can't really give one answer. There are many, and one being I am a huge fucking scaredy cat. I had my temps at one point, and even had a car for myself, but we needed money at the time so I decided to sell it, and there went my motivation to get my license. That was when Mya was 1 years old. I also learned how to drive back in 1995, but backed into a gas pump at a gas station while I was high on pot and my brother was sitting in the backseat. Him and one of his little friends. Luckily the children nor the car blew up, and I drove home feeling like a complete idiot. Hey... no one said I had brains when I was younger. I went home hugging and kissing my then 11 year old brother and thanking God over and over that I didn't kill him. Also, I was in a car accident when I met Keith. So add those things together with the fact that I was never really taught to drive at the age of 16 like most of you were. I just kind of put it in the back of my file cabinet and decided to take it up whenever. <br /><br />So, now is whenever time. I need to have it. I have three kids, and I hate depending on people to take them places, or wait until my husband comes home from work to do groceries or take the kids to appointments. It's a huge nagging part of my life that I need to get going.<br /><br />Ryan is taking small steps, and has gone from being my sweet angel faced baby, to being a complete MONSTER. He eats like one, too. Can you say BRUISER? He will be one years old in two months and I am going through denial. "I JUST GAVE BIRTH! IT'S TOO SOON FOR HIM TO BE A TODDLER!" it's worse than when I had the other two get so big so fast, because he is my last baby, and it eats at me when I look at him and feel the need to sponge his babyness into my brain so I will never forget it. Soon no more baby feet, and no more sweetness, soon he will be talking back to me and running from me instead of loving and kissing on me. Denial. Queen of denial I am.<br /><br />I am feeling the need for yoga, or something. I used to get up each morning at 6 a.m. and do the yoga with that little creepy guy from Oxygen channel. The bald one that looks like a Chester Molester. The one that plays stuff like P.M. Dawn songs and his yoga people dance while twisted up in strange positions? Yea that one. But I enjoyed doing it because it helped me wake up and feel peaceful. I felt nice and ready for my day. I think I am going to start doing it again. <br /><br />Here is some Ryan goodness:<br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/MariposasGallery/DCP_6741.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><br><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/MariposasGallery/DCP_6575.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com">Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1123973312472280032005-08-13T18:07:00.000-04:002005-08-13T18:48:32.503-04:00someone take them. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.My kids are so fucking demonic today, that I have realized it is indeed possible, to love and hate your children all at once. <br /><br />Sounds kinda harsh, doesn't it? No. Not fucking really.<br /><br />Fighting, arguing, clawing, pulling, climbing, screaming, whining, eating, drinking mess of insanity that is soooo unfucking real, that I really do not want to be here. And if I could, I would run so fucking far away, they would not find me for days. I say days, because they would find me. They always find me. They are like tiny little zombies seeking blood. They always find me. And when they find me I will have a six pack of Coronas and a dozen sugar twists from the bakery. I will be on a small island in the middle of Lake Erie, wearing a tutu made out of moss.<br /><br />I asked for it? Ohhh. Yea. I see where you are going with this. I did ask for it. I know that. But you see, when I asked for it I was in a pink and glittery haze of love and hearts and rainbows and sparkles. I was 23 years old. I thought I knew all there was to life. I thought I had lived the life I needed to live. I was wild. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the drug thing. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the slutty thing. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the alchoholic thing. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the dysfynctional family drama enough for 34 life times. No. No weee. Sometimes that is why I think I decided that I needed to be as wild as I was. <br /><br />I met Keith, love, love, lovity love love love. He was sincere. He was gentle. He was handsome. He was in love with me and I with him. Insert more Weeeeeeeeeeee Here.<br />He loves me. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I love him. Weeeeeeeeeeeee! We have an apartment. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He gave me orgasms. Weeeeeeeeeeee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh Oh Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He was responsible. Weeeeeeeeeeeee! He was independent. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He was all around a perfect soul mate for me. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I wanted more more more more more more more. I wanted so much more, well I should say, WE wanted so much more, we decided to reproduce more human beings in our own likeness. I was pregnant Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Babies, and duckies and outfits and booties, and strollers and baby food and diapers and weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Then we had two. Then we had three. Weeeeee. No Weee. Weee is over. Weeee is gonna be on hold for a lonnnnnng long time. <br /><br />I was young. I know that. I am aware I wanted three babies and a husband and a life I had dreamt of when I was a little girl. But nobody ever warned me of the side effects. The side effects being that sometimes, your cute babies can become demonic and make you lose you ever loving fucking mind. <br /><br />For you single gals out there, don't say I didn't warn you. You are now warned.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1123296503020797082005-08-05T22:43:00.000-04:002005-08-05T22:50:03.260-04:00So you wonder...Where I have been?<br /><br />I do have a lot going on, but to tell you the truth I had a few incidents that left a bad taste in my mouth. So when I get burned. I stay away from the fire. 'Nuff said. <br /><br />Also, I was blogging so fucking much, that I just I was ignoring the other things I enjoy. Like playing with graphics, and taking pictures, and smelling baby toes, and cooking. See the Winter Mari, that reads and snuggles under covers and eats chocolate truffles and watches movie after movie, and blogs until she can't blog no more, was still working. She wouldn't take her summer vacation. So Summer Mari had to take over and boot that bitch into next year, because I need sun light. And baby toes. And water with sand. And cooking, and stuff that makes me ponder things. Things that eventually will go stagnant and smell like rotted flesh unless I do something about it and get things movin. Lovely thought, huh? Did that make sense, even?<br /><br />I will try to keep my blogging going. But I also have two other blogs that I try to upkeep as well. This one is the most read. The others are kind of private. Sorry. (Maddie, contact me, giiirlll.).<br /><br />So, until the leaves fall, and the air becomes crisp, hang in there. Ok? I will have more madness for you as things happen.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1123103635062613622005-08-03T17:01:00.000-04:002005-08-03T17:17:16.643-04:00We all know them<img src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/ap/20050802/capt.wxs10708022325.marines_killed_wxs107.jpg?x=180&y=136&sig=TiZvpV38NXNAgoZ1taazdQ--"> <br /><font color= blue><u><i><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050803/ap_on_re_mi_ea/iraq_050803073208">I am hoping i don't know any of them</a></i></u></font>.<br /><br />But even if I don't, we all know them. They are our fresh faced friends, husbands, brothers, even fathers & sons.<br /><br />This hit home for me today. Seeking the names of those killed fighting a war that makes no sense whatsoever. Seeking the names and hoping I know none of them, because all 20 or so of them are from my area. It hit home for me today.<br /><br />Just like the day it hit home back in March 2003, when it all began. As I saw women with swollen bellies, watch their husbands board buses and planes with their fatigues on. Watching them leave as they clutched babies in one arm, and cradled their swollen pregnant bellies with the other. I cried as I looked at my own children. At my own husband, who in 1999 almost signed up for the Navy. Was a few days away from signing on with the Navy. Could have died, being in the Navy. My heart plunges with that thought.<br /><br />I remember kissing him deeply and crying. Full face of tears streaming steadily, as he wiped them away and told me "I didn't join. Why are you crying?".... "Because I just realized how close I came to losing you".<br /><br />Just like the time he held me as I cried in sobs, scared of the world around me on 9/14/2001. We sat in the car after visiting relatives. He looked at me and I looked at him. We looked at our children in the backseat. A three year old baby girl, and a six week old baby boy. Do they have futures? Do we have lives? Why did this happen three days ago? We felt so raw, so wounded. Even though we never said a word, he held me and stroked my hair and said he loved me. As though we were diving downward in an uncontrollable airplane.<br /><br />Please pray for those who were lost this week. Not just because they are from my hometown, but because we all know them. Those fresh faces from every town in the good ol' U S of A. Those that put themselves on the line, for no other reason, than just because.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1122072093974914392005-07-22T18:39:00.000-04:002005-07-22T18:41:33.980-04:00etcetera, etcetera, etcetera!<img src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/ISI/ISI110/HOLCE019.jpg"><br />I have the kids birthday party tomorrow. Mya's going to be 7 on Sunday and Keifer will be 4 on monday. Keith turned 28 on this passed Monday.<br /><br />Today I have to run and get my brother so he can stay over for the party tomorrow. Take the kids shopping for their gifts. Get party stuff. Make cupcakes and salad for the party. Set up tables tonight. Go to the dollar store. Go to Walmart. Wash clothes. Clean this house. Etc. Etc. Etc. <br /><br />Then my grandparents from Cali are coming in tonight and I have NO IDEA if they are coming to the party or not. If not then most likely they will wanna pay a visit during the week, which I can handle. But if they wanna come to the party, then thats another whole thing. Because you see... the party... is gonna have a ton of people there. My MIL invited a shitload of peeps from her side of the family, including her mother. I invited a shitload of kids from all over the neighborhood and all my friends and their kids. I havent even counted the whole list of people. And all I have to feed all these people will be hot dogs and brats and fucking salad. And cupcakes. If you ever wanna know how to throw a birthday party when you're shit broke, contact me. I can give you some pointers. <br /><br />I am stressing people. I hate stress. I do not do well under stress. I buckle under stress. In an event of something catastrophic happening... I would be one of those people to scream and rip their clothes off and freak the fuck out. I sure as hell wouldnt be that person who takes hold and controls the situation so well, that later they are given a medal of coolness. <br /><br />My mind is reeling. My nerves are berserk. I want to climb into a huge cocoon made of comforters and quilts and comfy pillows. I want to metamorphasize into another creature so that I can fly away from this insanity that is my life.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1121539207023808072005-07-16T14:25:00.000-04:002005-07-16T14:40:07.030-04:00RoastingOur AC has decided to take a minor shit. Not a major shit as in "oh my god the ac has taken a shit and we have nothing." but rather "oh my god the ac is acting like a twat and we have to shut it off for the afternoon and for now we have nothing."<br /><br />Fucker.<br /><br />A 31 year old woman with her period and three hot and aggitated children, who is hot and aggitated herself... is very very ugly. <br /><br />My husband's birthday is Monday and he claims that he needs to be "enjoying my weekend before my birthday." Silly man. Birthdays are for kids.<br /><br />And speaking of birthdays for kids... Mya and Keith Jr. have TWO birthdays next week. Yes. I have been plagued with a husband's and two children's birthdays within 7 days of each other. <br /><br />Mya will be seven next Sunday, and Keithy will be four next Monday. A week from Big Keith's birthday. Ryan and I are the only ones who don't share a birthday in July. We don't suck, we just know when to be born, ain't that right Bubba?<br /><br />July is a huge month for us. We are throwing the kids a party next weekend. I hope a lot of kids come, being I am just making calls and sending out emails instead of sending out the invites I made with Kim Possible and Spiderman. They came out cool, but I was out of ink. And stamps. And I just emailed them out, as fucking hick as that sounds. Mommy doesn't have it quite together in the organization department. So sue me.<br /><br />My grandparents are also coming in from California. Not my nutso grandparents, but my cool ones. <br /><br />In other news... Mya had to go to the ER yesterday because she has been vomiting and feverish all week. She has a double ear infection. Good times.<br /><br />Keithy is beside himself because his girlfriend moved away. Yes my almost four year old has a "womans". Or as he says it "a womence". His heart will be eased to know she will come to visit him on his birthday. He "wubs" her. He says. He has already kissed her more than once on the swingset. We call him Don Keithy De Marco.<br /><br />Ryan is furniture walking. More good times. My god when he begins walking I am in for it. Why am I so fat when I chase him constantly?<br /><br />I need to go OD on Pamprin and sit in front of my fan while the hubs fixes the AC. Maybe I will pass out and dream about having my uterus torn out of my insides so I will never have to have another period again.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1120972716845355312005-07-10T01:01:00.000-04:002005-07-10T01:21:48.493-04:00People are people<p>I lied. I am back. I can't live without sharing my strange observations about people, while selling my used goods.</p><p>So far I made a hundred bucks. Decent for a bunch of baby stuff I actually BOUGHT at a yard sale just last year myself. Well, not completely true, the larger things such as swings and a basinett were bought from my neighbor's yard sale last year. All clothing was bought by ME. Lots of clothings. Lots and lots of clothing. Lemme tell ya though, I have realized, people are strange. And cheap. And just, well, just strange.<br /><br />Take yesterday for instance, I had people who were so cheap they didn't wanna pay two bucks for a pair of BRAND NEW SHOES. I was like "excuse me? I NEVER WORE THESE! TWO DOLLAH! OR NO BUY!". The lady bought them and huffed and puffed. Then I had a woman discount her own merchandise because she "had to go to the store to buy batteries". I was like "You know what, take 4 bucks off, whatever, only because it's a baby swing, but when I bought it... I HAD TO BUY MY OWN BATTERIES LADY!". GODAMN MAN! Then she made me demonstrate that the swing actually worked with my nine month old son in the swing. Have you seen my <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_5879.jpg"><u>son</u></a>? He is <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_5869.jpg"><u>HUGE</u></a>. He is like 25 pounds, and he looked like a pork sausage in a tight casing when I used him to demonstrate that :</p><p>A. the swing worked WITH HER BOUGHT BATTERIES. </p><p>&</p><p>B. <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_3714.jpg"><u>that a baby was actually safe to be in the damned thing</u></a>. </p><p>After Ryan bitched her out in baby language, she bought it for 14 bucks... with ten bucks of baby sleepers I gave her for 7. So all in all she paid 7 for the swing and 7 for the clothes. THE SWING WAS ORIGINALLY 13 bucks. I was desperate to get her the FUCK out of my yard, so I sold it to her for that. Then she goes "How do I fold this up? My gramma is in my backseat and my boyfriend messed up the trunk last week at a party...". I was like "Oh wow, I dunno. Ask grammy to scooch over cause I never folded that up before." I lied. I laughed to myself. And then her grammy was all scrunched up in the backseat with a sourpuss face. Oh well.<br /><br />Today I had a woman tell me she wanted to buy the baby bassinet. I told her I would sell it for 10 bucks. She said her daughter would come back to pay for it and then buy some baby clothes from me because she was due in three weeks and had yet to buy a crib. I told her I would put it aside if she could give me a definite time when her daughter would come and pick it up. She said "Oh! Give her an hour, two at tops!". I put it aside. And... Three and half hours later no one came. I put it out in front again, because ya know... people are people and they sometimes lie. After about 5 hours I had someone come and ask me about it. "How much?" I told her fifteen but I would sell it for ten because I needed to get rid of it and didnt want to lug it back in the house." She agreed but asked me if she paid me if I could store it in my garage for the night until her neice could come with her truck to pick it up. I agreed... and then... as I agreed... THE LADY FROM SIX HOURS EARLIER CAME IN A VAN WITH HER DAUGHTER. A short argument ensued while the daughter exclaimed " MY MAMA CAME HERE EARLIER TO TELL HER I WANTED THAT!" the other lady was like "TOO LATE ITS MINE!" then the mama came out of the van and was like "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!? I told you I would be back!" I was like "Look, you said two hours tops. I held it for three and a half. No show... no buy. So I put it back out and this lady wants it! YOU NEVER CAME BACK!" the lady who had paid me for it said to me in whisper "I can't do this... that poor girl is pregnant and looks about to cry... gimme back my ten and sell it for the fifteen it's worth. You can use another five for her giving you hell." So I agreed... I sold it for fifteen... and they agreed and then I go "look, sorry about that, but you never came back when you said you would, and lots of people do that. I make no profit if I keep things on the side for too long. I tell ya what... since you got so upset... I will throw in this baby seat for just two extra dollars." CAN YOU CALL ME SALESWOMAN? I made 17 bucks on items I spent 11 bucks on last summer. LMFAO! Should I call myself <a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/366/000049219/kline2.jpg"><u>Larry Dallas</u></a>. No... <a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/366/000049219/"><u>Larry Dallas</u></a> is slimey. I am just a good saleswoman. I also threw in a Blue Jean Teddy bear baby room border for free. So don't call me Dallas, yet.<br /><br />Then I had another lady tell me that the baby clothes was over priced. I HAD THEM FOR A DOLLAR EACH! ALL CHILDRENS AND ADULT CLOTHING WERE PRICED AT FIFTY CENTS TO A DOLLAR EACH! I was like "hey... where else can you get six baby sleepers that were either never worn or worn once for a dollar each? I can sell those on Ebay and make a bigger mint." she rolled her eyes and walked away. WHATEVER!<br /><br />Don't get me wrong. I had nice people too. People who were sweet, and made nice comments about how clean and beautiful all the baby items were. A woman commented on what awesome shape the clothing was. And I had a pregnant lady say that she was so happy she found my sale and was excited to go put her new things in her babies room. It made me feel good. And almost always, if someone spends five dollars or more, I throw in a couple onesies or another sleeper in for free. I even threw in a carseat cozy for one customer because she spent over twenty dollars. So yea, I am not that Larryish, yet.<br /><br />Anyhow, I have one day left. I hope I sell the rest, if not the stuff I have is going to my neighbor ladies daughter, because she is having a baby in September. I have an antique baby highchair up for sale, tons of baby clothes, some maternity things, and a couple of borders left. All the big stuff is gone gone gone, and I am so glad I have more room in my house. Sad that Ryan grew out of them so soon, but glad he is getting into bigger and better things.<br /><br />So in the few days I have made my own little boutique di grass and yards... I have learned the following: </p><ul><li>I can indeed burn myself with a cigarette twice in one day while counting change for someone.</li><li>People are strange and cheap sometimes.</li><li>I can really hurt my back bad, while helping my mother in law transfer a console television from the eighties, from the garage to the lawn.</li><li>You can get sunburned even when in the shadiest of areas.</li><li>When you try to summon people with your mental telepathy powers, to come and buy from you... it doesn't really work.</li></ul><p>Want some clothes? They're free.<br /></p>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1120703978541267612005-07-06T22:33:00.000-04:002005-07-06T22:39:38.546-04:00MIA for a little bitsI HATE THIS FUCKING SPACE IN BETWEEN MY NEW POSTS! Can someone help me get rid of it? WTF? Maddie said it happened to her and Evelina, so I don't feel so bad, but SHIT! It won't fucking GO AWAY!<br /><br />Anywho...I am gonna be missing in action for the next week or so. <br /><br />I am gonna have a yard sale on friday saturday and sunday. Lots of baby stuff to sell. As sad as it is for me to sell it, Ryan is almost a year old (HOLY SHIT) and I have no use for it any longer. No more babies, no more baby stuff. So, off to the sale it goes. <br /><br />My mother in law and I are setting a tent up tomorrow for it, and I have shitloads of crap to sort out. Huge totes of useless crap to throw into bags and sell as goody bags (AKA TOYS NO LONGER USED ... SHhhhhh!)... I hope I make a decent amount. I need it because my kids birthdays are coming in a couple weeks and some little bits of money would help out. <br /><br />I have a sinus headache the size of Texas, and I took some Aleve Cold and sinus... I took two... and I feel like a drugged up moron. My legs are wobbly and I am so tired. So I am off to bed. Tomorrow I clean and sort and wash clothes and basinettes and baby swings to sell. <br /><br />Also, I need to get a Brownie picnic set up, look for a preschool for my son, and juggle my normal duties. So if I am not around, do not be alarmed and think I jumped in front of a greyhound. Besides, that would hurt, and greyhounds bite. BWAHHH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!<br /><br />I told you I was loopy. Good night.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1120485671675433312005-07-04T10:01:00.000-04:002005-07-04T10:01:11.710-04:00<P><BR><IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/F_129049.jpg">Happy Fourth, everyone. Have a safe one. I hope you enjoy lots of BBQed food, and them pretty sky flowers!</P><br /><br /><P><BR> </P>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1120406086759216382005-07-03T11:48:00.000-04:002005-07-03T11:54:46.763-04:00hanging over<img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/th_DCP_5825.jpg"><br />I am fucking hung over.<br /><br />I got sloppety drunk last night and all I remember is me dancing to Shakira and me wrapping to Tupac. Making fun of people's nipples and eating steaming hot food whilst burning my mouth. <br /><br />Then I raped my husband. And then I passed out. <br /><br />I am hung over. Real bad. <br /><br />Can someone volunteer to take my children for a couple days. I do not want to deal.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1120236339597111602005-07-01T12:27:00.000-04:002005-07-01T12:45:39.606-04:00Loverly Night AheadMy mother in law is taking the two older children tonight. For the whole night. Can I tell you how excited that makes me? No one but me and Keith and Ryan to hang out.<br /><br />Ryan and I need one on one mommy time. That poor baby gets back burnered a lot of times because of his older siblings. It's so not fair. I plan on munchkin time for quite awhile. Me and him and Daddy playing on the floor. Me teaching him how to do "Pon Pon Pon, por la manito pon, porque el nene puso el dedo en el tapon..." it's a spanish nursery rhyme I tought all my children at his age. It means "tap tap tap, on the little hand tap, because the baby put his finger in the cookie jar" (yea i know it doesnt rhyme in english, and is kinda weird to be tapping a baby's hand when he touches cookie jars, but then again Rock a bye baby is hideous, so there.) It involves hand motions that are easy for them to learn and gets them ready to use their hands to express themselves. I remember even teaching my little brother to do it when he was an infant. Ryan loves it, and is learning more and more of it everyday. By the end of the night he will have it mastered. <br /><br />When Ryan goes to sleep, its me and Keith time. To snuggle and then some. To just look at each other and laugh and be able to BREATHE. I swear to you people, if I had the money, he and I would go on a honeymoon we never had. And I am so glad my tubes are tied, because if we had the chance to go on a cruise or on a vacation, there will be much lovin' goin' on. If the tubes weren't tied died and burned to the side, I would end up concieving triplets. <br /><br />Tomorrow is a birthday party for the kids cousin Marisa. And then it's beer and brats time. We are having some people over for beer and all that jazz. Just my husband's childhood friends and me sitting there basically laughing at their nostalgia and how much trouble they were as kids. <br /><br />Then, this Monday of course is Independence Day. Fireworks and weiners and burgers, oh my.<br /><br />I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, a safe and blessed one.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1120107904611758952005-06-30T00:52:00.000-04:002005-06-30T01:05:04.616-04:00little helperWhy do I feel the need to rescue the world? To make things better for other people?<br /><br />Could it be the little girl in me that was always there to please? Afraid to let down my mom? My dad? My family? My teachers? My friends? The world?<br /><br />I remember as a small child, having sleepless nights before a big test. Sleepless nights before the report cards were going out. Especially if it was the end of the year report card, where you would learn if you passed or failed. Even though, most of my grades were A's or B's, I would still worry. "What if" was always on my mind. Sleepless child I was before that card was in my hand. Nervous and just plain terrified. Of what? Of failure.<br /><br />Somewhere along the line I just said fuck it. What will be will be. Que sera, sera. But that little voice was always in the back of my mind, pushing and squeezing and talking NON STOP. "You can't do this, you can't do that... you can't. You better do well. You better show the world". Sometimes, I would fuck up royal. Not because I didn't know what I was doing. But because I wanted to fuck up royal. I wanted to rebel against that goddamn pigtailed perfectionist from 1981.<br /><br />I still have that inside of me today. Which brings me to right now. Where I am searching art information for my uncle. My uncle who has decided that art is going to be his ventilation from pain. Art that he loves and is extremely talented- in so many forms. He is painting. In his garden. He is letting out years of pent up emotions, and is forming them into works of art. Vibrant works of endless color and screams. Canvased out for the world to interpret. "Translate this", he is saying. And I want the world to see it. But I can't for some reason find where he needs to try and sell his work. I can't for some reason find a place for him to call. A place for him to exhibit his works.<br /><br />Why are you searching for him? You ask. I am seeking a way for him to do what he loves to do, and where he can live from his work. Not live from his maintenence capabilities. He is an artist. Not just a carpenter, or a maintenence man. He needs to be able to show the world. So, I, have decided, to take it upon myself to find a way for him to do that. <br /><br />I take on too many things at one time. I take on too many tasks. Why do I multitask when it gets me nowhere? I am nowhere right now. Not only in seeking him someplace to help him out, but I am nowhere in seeking a way for me to help myself out. <br /><br />I guess I can do things for others most of the time, but somehow, I forgot how to do things for myself. <br /><br />Scary, huh?Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1119723597004261072005-06-25T14:17:00.000-04:002005-06-25T14:19:57.010-04:00passion fruits and stuffsI forgot what a night of passion fruit flavored rum, a porno, and two horny people who never get a chance to love on one another because they have three small children-is all about. <br /><br />Weeeee! LOTS OF FUN!<br /><br />I want more. More of my husband. Isn't that sad? That I want and crave him, but three small childrens have such complete power, that I fell as if they are wardens?<br /><br />I NEED MORE CONJUGAL VISITS HERE!Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1119503692419951092005-06-23T01:08:00.000-04:002005-06-23T01:14:52.423-04:00black lightsDid you know negativity surrounds you at this moment? Did you know black light surrounds you. Think of a cloud. Above you. Black. Dark. Ominous. Waiting to shower you with blackness. Death, sadness, unhappiness, evil.<br /><br />Did you know you can control that negativity? It all depends on how receptive you are to it. If you let it in. If you let it bust the bubble you have built around yourself. Your bubble of peace is vulnerable. It just depends on how you receptive you are to it all.<br /><br />I have darkness in my world, my soul, but I chose to let it fuck itself right in the ass. Because I can not and will not let it burst my pretty, glassy, purple and pink, yellow and orange, blue and green bubble. My bubble filled with giggling babies, smiling people, fields of daisies and lilies. My bubble is filled with things that make me happy. Things that I love. Hearts and balloons, cotton candy clouds, oceans of glistening blue waters filled with mermaids. Skies that are filled with fire flies, ladybugs, and butterflies.<br /><br />The passed few weeks, have had demons knocking at my bubble's walls. Trying to bite through with their fangs. Trying to tear at it with their claws. Kicking it with their hooves. Screaming banshee like screams. Making faces of evil at me from the other side. <br /><br />I chose not to look or smell or feel this blackness. I choose to focus on my horizons. I have to, because if I don't- they will eat me alive.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1119196845106669662005-06-19T12:00:00.000-04:002005-06-19T12:00:45.160-04:00This old house<P>I went to visit my uncle yesterday. I havent seen him since the baby was born, even though I speak to him daily. He has been going through a rough time in all aspects of his life, and I needed to see him and take the kids to his little corner of the world. Being there and in my old neighborhood, helped me to feel my roots. My mother and I went for a walk as Keith and my uncle relaxed at his home. I needed to see my old house. My old yard. My old window. As we walked through, I felt like a giant. Everything that seemed enormous to me as a kid, was smaller. It felt as if I was almost walking amongst a tiny legoland. Did the houses shrink? Did I get too big? I think it was the latter. My old world was no longer this world I was walking in. I was just visiting and I could only stay for a little while. I wasn't part of the scenery anymore. And the scenery, was something different. </P><br /><br /><P>Instead of family friendly neighboring surroundings, were renovated homes, where my friend's homes once stood. Those that werent renovated were falling to pieces. And my old home? My home where I grew up, where my mother grew up, was falling to pieces. I felt injured in a way. I took my children through and showed them the field where I played baseball. I took pictures in front of my old home. As old and decrepit as it was. It was important for me to take that picture. I wanted to knock and go inside. I wanted to transform it back to my home. My childhood. But I couldn't. Bistros and cafe's lined the streets where little old "Dona and Dono stores" were once filled with penny candy and limber (coconut snow cones). Carribean and French eateries took their places. People listening to steel drum rythyms instead of the ice cream truck strolling by. There was one thing that caught my eye. And said what I was feeling. The graffiti on the wall on the corner of my old alleyway. It said "I heart you Cleveland" and under that in blue writing was another phrase "This is my life". Yes. It is. Even if I was no longer living there. Even if I was no longer that little girl. This is my life indeed. <BR><IMG style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 198px" height=513 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_5690.jpg" width=455></P><br /><br /><P>This is my old house. My old bedroom window is boarded up.<BR><BR><IMG style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 178px" height=253 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_5693.jpg" width=312></P><br /><br /><P>in front of the old house with my children. </P><br /><br /><P><BR><IMG style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 189px" height=443 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_5691.jpg" width=460></P><br /><br /><P>The church next to my old home. I would stare out my bedroom window and daydream while listening to the church bells. <BR><BR><BR><IMG style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 174px" height=726 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_5698.jpg" width=738><IMG style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 174px" height=757 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_5699.jpg" width=900></P><br /><br /><P>Bistros and cafes.<BR><BR><BR><BR><IMG style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 230px" height=788 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/SahMari/DCP_5701.jpg" width=925></P><br /><br /><P>I love you Cleveland. <BR></P><br /><br /><P></P>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1119073126694029762005-06-18T01:36:00.000-04:002005-06-18T01:38:46.696-04:00You know you like it. Look at it. LOOK AT IT.Thank you to my twin sister Maddie for this wonderful layout. YOU FUCKING ROCK SISTER GIRL.<br /><br />Thank you so much, Maddie. You have no idea how much I appreciate this. You made my night. <br /><br />I LURRRVE MADDIE. SHE IS MY TOMMY!<br /><br />TOM + DOM = MAD TWIN LOVE!<br /><br />GO ahead. Look at it. You know you wanna. LOOK AT IT. LOOOOOK AT IT!Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1118853502544861692005-06-15T12:29:00.000-04:002005-06-15T12:38:22.570-04:00Gone FishingI have recieved many emails from readers concerned about where I have gone. I am here. Gone fishing. Here trying to figure out how to tame three kids instead of just two, being my daughter is home ALL DAY now and not in school. <br />And on some days... I have six kids here, being that I watch my friends three children as well. <br /><br />So yea, I have lots to do other than blog. I need to watch kids. Feed kids. Entertain kids. Wash kids. Chase kids. Laugh with kids. Play with kids. Kids Kids Kids Kids. <br /><br />Ryan is crawling and walking along furniture, so that is another factor. My freedom is going to be very limited for the next ten months. Once he starts walking, its hell on wheels, my people. Lots of me running and screaming "no no! don't touch! caca!". Stuff like that. Preventing him from eating rocks, Barbie shoes, tiny tonka trucks and so on.<br /><br />I will try to update my life as much as I can, (mostly weekends or nights when I am not dead on my ass.) so you all won't forget about me, and you can read about how my summer is going. But do not expect tons of posts three to four times a day. Or a week for that matter, Lol.<br /><br />I appreciate your emails and thank you all. <br /><br />In the meantime, I am sunbathing with my kids in the pool. Going to the beach. Having picnics. Planning Brownie meetings. Planning two birthday parties. Planning BBQ's. Visiting family. Sitting in a lawn chair swiggin' a beer when the kids are down and sleeping... while I am feeling the summer breeze. <br /><br />Happy Summer everyone!Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1118351442481733732005-06-09T17:00:00.000-04:002005-06-09T17:13:28.016-04:00As TOM says...<p>I've discovered this past week that: </p><ul><li>them chickens is ash and I am the lotions.</li><li>People can scare the living shit out of you, and make you back wayyy the fuck up and re-analyze your surroundings.</li><li>I have a good, pretty much long lost sister, in <a href="http://xxcherrylipbalmxx.blogspot.com/"><u>Maddie</U></a>.</li><li>That Maddie has strange people, and lime rinds and salt in her brain.</li><li>That my eight month old can tire me, the fuck out.</li><li>That said eight month old needs to be contained in a cage.</li><li>That when school let out for summer, I got that nostalgic sense of freedom from watching the kids run out of the school and into their yards.</li><li>That people are not as friendly as they used to be.</li><li>About bra fat. See Maddie above.</li><li>About Napoleon Dynamite and how you can be entertained for two hours while quoting him in a conversation, and how you can simultaneously eat tomatoes and salt at the same time.</li><li>That my husband doesn't always wanna be used as my personal meat supply.</li><li>That my three and a half year old, wants the pool up, but once pool is up, he decided he is afraid of the water.</li><li>That I can overcome obstacles and not get down on myself, like I used to.</li><li>That I have sexy thighs and legs, even though I thought i was so fat, and that they look pretty good in cut off jean shorts.</li><li>That the man who lives upstairs, was checking out my tits the other day and it made me feel violated, and mad. And therefore I want to smack him like a bitch.</li><li>That men who come into our country with chainsaws stained with blood, can get away, literally, with murder.</li><li>That my brother and I love Dave Chappelle "RICK JAMES BITCH!" ... "THE TITTY MILK'S GONE BAD!".</li><li>That as life may send it my way... I will forever meet strange people and have to learn from them, and then one day, write about their strangeness in my book. </li></ul><p>How was your week?</p>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1118203309527761252005-06-07T23:47:00.000-04:002005-06-08T00:04:05.233-04:00Jane asks me<span style="font-family:arial;"><u></span></u><a href="http://www.janemag.com"><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>Jane Magazine</u></span></a><u><span style="font-family:arial;"></u> </u>asked me (no not really, pretend, mmkay?) <em>The Five Really Key Questions </em>questions:<br /><br /><strong>Are you repressing any urges?</strong><br />Yes, currently I am. The urge to bitch slap this chick I know at the moment, for being a complete mess and being a total waste of air.<br /><br /><strong>What's the worst you ever screwed someone over?</strong><br />Hmm. I could say I never have. But I would be lying, now wouldn't I? I mean we all have done this at some point. So let's see... I have to think way back here... oh... when I moved in on this dude my friend had the hots for. He was staying at her house one night, and I was as well. A kind of "we all got too drunk let's listen to some Nirvana and drink more and people can try to make out" type thing. The next morning, after he tried to get it on with her (and failed because she was being "naughty but nice"), I walked out of the shower with only a tshirt on and wet hair. Needless to say, he and I got it on about a week later. But he was an asshole, so I guess in the end, I screwed myself over.<br /><br /><strong>What style trend would you rather die than be caught following?</strong><br />The latest one in Hollywood, where women refuse to eat and look like walking bones with skin on them. Yea, that one sucks. I like my food.<br /><br /><strong>Have you ever faked an orgasm?</strong><br />Let's just say, I guess for the six years before I met my husband and was having sex, I must have faked it the whole time. Because I never knew what one felt like until I had one with him, and then I was like "ohhh, that's what's supposed to happen? I am supposed to have that kind of thing going on?". I was smiling for days after that first experience. So yea.<br /><br /><strong>Who's on your "celebs to make out with" list?</strong><br />Besides the obvious, John Mayer and Jake and all that. Hmm... I like weird and geeky dudes. Funny dudes. Jimmy Fallon is cute, he has something silly about him. John Stewart is a pretty cute dude. Again the funny factor. And good hair. I like the salt and pepper thing he has going on now. Vince Vaughn has a cornball cute thing going on. I liked him much in Swingers. OH! And Brandon Flowers of The Killers, is killer!</span>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388195.post-1118170965563798312005-06-07T14:59:00.000-04:002005-06-07T15:02:45.570-04:00Life in a song<em><strong>100 Years</strong></em><br />by Five for Fighting<br /><br /><em>I'm 15 for a moment<br />Caught in between 10 and 20<br />And I'm just dreaming<br />Counting the ways to where you are<br /><br />I'm 22 for a moment<br />She feels better than ever<br />And we're on fire<br />Making our way back from Mars<br /><br />15... there's still time for you<br />Time to buy and time to lose<br />15...there's never a wish better than this<br />When you only got 100 years to live...<br /><br />I'm 33 for a moment<br />Still the man but you see I'm a they<br />A kid on the way<br />A family on my mind<br /><br />I'm 45 for a moment<br />The sea is high<br />And I'm heading into a crisis<br />Chasing the years of my life<br /><br />15... there's still time for you<br />Time to buy and time to lose yourself<br />Within a morning star<br /><br />15... I'm all right with you<br />15... there's never a wish better than this<br />When you only got 100 years to live…<br /><br />Half time goes by<br />Suddenly you’re wise<br />Another blink of an eye<br />67 is gone<br />The sun is getting high<br />We're moving on...<br /><br />I'm 99 for a moment<br />Dying for just another moment<br />And I'm just dreaming<br />Counting the ways to where you are<br /><br />15... there's still time for you<br />22... I feel her too<br />33... you’re on your way<br />Every Day's a new Day<br /><br />15... there's still time for you<br />Time to buy and time to choose<br />Hey 15... there's never a wish better than this<br />When you only got 100 years to live </em>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914756416352344112noreply@blogger.com0