Halle is the most beautiful woman. Unknowingly, we've pretty much had the same hairdo for the past few years. Imagine my disappointment when I saw her picture for the cover of People Magazine just after cutting the back of my hair shorter. She looks so cute with longer hair. I'm so sad I cut my hair now. I wish I could afford her hair dresser. He/she would never have let me make such a mistake.
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$3 clothes baby!
The boys have managed to put holes in every single pair of pants they own. I patched them a few months ago. They wore holes in those as well. Between the Goodwill and WalMart we managed to pull off quite a shopping spree. 12 pairs of pants, 8 tops, 1 little sundress (not for the boys), and 2 juices later for $70. Sweet!
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I grew up thinking I was a miracle child prodigy. The truth is that I'm just exceptionally driven. I have to be because I can be pretty damn dumb sometimes. Now is one of those times. I have always been an exercise guru. I have never gone more than a few days without doing some type of workout and never more than a few months without a hardcore routine. I weigh 115 lbs. At my heavy stage I hit 118. Don't laugh, there's a good 7% body fat swing from one peak to another. But the point is that you would think by now I should know what a good hard workout does for me. For the past month I have been extremely bored and with no libido whatsoever (which saves a lot of money on batteries). But here I thought someone had really hurt my feelings and I wasn't sure if I wanted to play any more. The truth is that I needed to get my ass out there and run. These damn sissy video workouts are not the same. Having the music playing to my soul as my feet hit the pavement - working all the muscles that never get used energizes me more than 12 cups of coffee (while keeping me out of the bathroom). It reminds me how good life is and how wonderful my body can feel. That joy comes from within.
And now that my brain is functioning, how's this for a thought.....
A girl's idea of soft porn: Bruce Willis, Brad Pitt, Nicholas Cage (but only if he falls in love), and Van Diesel in a good action flick with dirt, bombs, sweaty tank tops, and lots and lots of chest shots. MMMMMM yummmy. Pretty please Hollywood.

 
Having kids is one of the most emotionally versatile experiences a person could ever have. The other day my youngest, who has been struggling with writing, wrote 5 pages becuase he wanted to. He had a blast and I was so proud of him. They're always surprising me. They make me laugh, cry, love, and worry. But the worst is when their tiny little hearts break. When my oldest was 1 week old doctor's insisted on doing a spinal tap. He cried so hard and so loud I had to leave the hospital because I couldn't do anything to stop the pain. But I think today was the worst yet. My little lover was laughed at in class. He came home and sat in front of his homework for two hours and just didn't do anything. I finally asked him how his day was and he just melted. He curled up in a little ball in my lap and cried for so hard and so long and with more emotion than such a little heart should be capable of. I wanted to melt into him as well. Poor kid.
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Do you know anyone who just doesn't seem to have any flaws? And they know they're perfect. And they let everyone else know they're perfect. I hate that. I know it doesn't make any logical or ethical sense, but that's how I feel about it. I know many fantastic, productive, and charismatic people and none of them are perfect. Maybe perfect people just don't have any charisma. Maybe in order to be charismatic you make mistakes on purpose just so that other non-perfect people will like you. Either way, I like real non-perfect people.
I'll admit - I'm a jealous person. When I'm dating a person, I want the right to be jealous. Not that I will be jealous, but if you go and sleep with someone else I want to be able to feel like it's ok to be upset and not just feel completely stupid. I admire other girl's boobies and think, "I wish mine looked like that". In fact for a while I was bi-curious for a while because I just wanted to play with boobies and didn't have any of my own. Kind of a vicarous satisfaction sort of thing. However, I still consider it to be a healthy jealousy, since it's not hateful or angry, etc so I think it's ok. Maybe it's not. If not, we'll call it one of my humanizing flaws.
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This morning I sprayed my top with what I thought was wrinkle remover. It wasn't. It smells like apple cider vinegar. I'm trying to figure out what I was thinking when I mixed vinegar and water in a spray bottle. I have plenty of window cleaner.
It's come to my attention though, that I am not the only goofball around. It seems to be part of my environment. The following are stories that have occurred around me in the past week:
My sister called to leave me her new cell phone number. This was the message she left, "Malisa, I'm calling to leave you my new number. I don't know what it is, but hopefully it came up on your phone".
A woman in the office dialed 911 instead of 411 and then hung up. The police showed up at our office, insisted on a tour, and she STILL didn't say anything until after they left.
This same woman showed up at a property we had just purchased. You have to understand she's a whilwind of energy. Starts throwing away old letterhead and forms, insists on a desk with a phone because she has a conference call, and is yappin' away 100 miles an hour and filling up garbage cans left and right. The people on the conference call ask where she is. Well she's at the new property of course. Where? They are too and they don't see her. "I'm right inside the front door of the office, there's only one office, right?" Yes, but you're not here. Yes, that's right. She was at the property across the street, NOT the one we had bought. Ok, that didn't happen this week, but it's a fantastic story anyways.
Another woman in the office sprayed herself with hairspray instead of deoderant.
Hmmm, I was sure there were more stories, but I guess not. But it's only Wednesday.
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I'm in a "heavy" stage. I probably haven't gained any weight. I'm just not as tone as I used to be. It seems like I've been fighting this since the middle of budget season. Budget season was bad. And then the time zone change. And the weather. And the fact that the exercise room in my complex sucks. Put it together and you have a soft Malisa. And she's not very happy about it. So I'm back to the 2 workouts a day regime. I'm considering re-enrolling at Bally's but they have to offer me a good deal. Working out inside at home is just no fun. But it's starting to warm up (hopefully). On the other hand, I was here last April and it was friggin cold. So maybe two months. But I can do it. It's actually not the getting in shape that's hard for me since I never get very out of shape. It's the staying in shape when it's nasty outside. I just tend to lose all initiative. But I've been feeling better this week than in the last two weeks, so I think that will have a huge impact as well. Enough said. Except - my boobs are getting bigger! And no, I am not pregnant. So what the hell?!? I know it's the extra body fat. I'm ever so slightly tempted to let myself just settle for tiny but not tight just to see if they'll grow back to the C's I had when I was 18. But then I look in the mirror and I realize I can't do it. Nope. I like the muscular look too much and the little pudge in my tummy and extra padding on my tush have just got to go.

 
Things are good in life. I have a fantastic job with enough money. I can take care of my kids, I can do what I want. Yes, for the first time in my life I can do what I want. I have some limits, but not many. I think I have been a little too self-indulgent lately though, which is uncharacteristic of me. So I guess it's time to finally set those new year's resolutions.
Grow that savings account by 200% this year.
Work out 4 days a week, plus walk during lunch time at least 3 times a week.
1/2 pound of hard cheese a month - for the whole family.
3 drinks a week maximum
Only buy lunch once a week
Delivery pizza once every other week
$50/wk allowance including weekend entertainment & babysitter
1 early afternoon a month

There, that's a good start. Now I guess I better go and make my lunch for tomorrow.
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My cell phone died. Completely and without any warning. So I have NO ONE'S phone number. Not my mom's, not my boss', and not yours. Verizon does not really give you a new phone every two years. You can upgrade, but not trade. And you have to upgrade your current plan as well. So, needless to say I had to do a little shopping. I ordered a new phone and service tonight and should have service by the end of the week. Until then, you'll have to e-mail or im me. Of course you can call me on my home phone number - all 3 of you that have that number. But until then, I'm not avoiding you, but you'll have to call me this time.

 
Have you ever noticed that the last thing you should be doing when you need a cup of coffee is making a cup of coffee? It's so friggin' complicated. Especially if it's one of those commercial size coffee makers. First you have to remember to put the filter in. Then you have to figure out which color of bag is caffinated. Then - to add water or not? Yes, you should only have to figure this stuff out once but how often do you really make coffee in the office? And you're at the bottom of your energy reserve while you're doing this. It's so hard to think straight. I'm fading fast.
Forget the coffee. I'm taking a nap.
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I went searching for cruises from/to Hawaii last night. Anyone who knows me knows that 3 days on a cruise is about all I can handle. There aren't any. There are 7-14 day cruises from Hawaii. There are 3 days from LA to Africa and back, Asia and back, and even Austrailia and back, but not Hawaii. My question is, "How the hell is a boat going to get to Austrailia in a day and a half when it takes that long to fly there?" And, why the hell do all of these cruises port in the Ensenada, MX. I don't believe they're going any where different. They just take these poor people out in the middle of the ocean and say "You are now in (fill in the blank)." So if they can do that from LA, why can't they do it from Hawaii. There are 9 islands out there. Just take me to two or three of them and bring me back. Let me stop and play and then take me back. I really don't need to see all of them in one trip. I probably want to even do a backpacking trip anyways. I'd love to kayak from one island to another, but Chuck won't let me. Well, he will. He just won't go with me. Something about my sense of direction sucking.
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