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Monday, November 21, 2005 ----- Sat. night.
so saturday was the bomb...we celebrated michelle's bday with her. first we went to dinner at the fox and the hound, and then we went to the comedy club, which was a riot. some girl was being a bitch in the front row and ended up getting kicked out by the nights end. then we went to hooters and watched the ultimate fighting championship fights...i ate some boiled shrimp, drank some beer, and hung out with my cool friends. then we went to scout bar, and hung out there till 2am. the band was really good. we just drank and listened to music. michael and jaime had a drinking contest. michael lost. he was toasted by the end of the night. i was having a good time though, and i wasn't going to let it bring me down. he actually looked like he was spinning and not having a good time, so it made me laugh. cause i think, why do people get so drunk that it doesn't even feel good anymore. he tends to do that. he doesn't pace himself. he just drinks and drinks and before he knows it, he's toasted and spinning and not having a good time. i ended up driving home, which was a miracle cause i'm blind and don't drive at night. but god willing, we made it home alive. i was sober, and that helped. then he puked and puked, and fell asleep next to the toilet, and when i woke him up...he laid at the foot of the bed, so i had to make him move again to his side of the bed..which he thought he was already laying there. he slept all day sunday, hungover. i thought it was funny. he doesn't remember much. that's too funny. so sunday, we didn't do shit. but it was cool, cause i was taking care of sick boy. reesie has been sick. but anyway, that's my weekend.
*patty*
me.
Sometimes I'm mad at the world, and I take it out on everyone around me...but for the most part, I'm happy with my life...
But I am a dreamer...I am a MOM, a WIFE, a daughter, an aunt, a sister, a cousin, a grandaughter, a neice, a hardworker, a true friend,
a nag, lazy, mean, bitchy, bossy and hard to deal with, but that's me...
I'm me, no matter what that may be....you can either love me, or hate me...
Did you know that every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back...
I've learned you gotta live your life to it's fullest, cause tomorrow is not promised to us, we gotta take each day and live it like it was our last.
I wanna LOVE my husband like he's never been loved, I wanna be the best mom that I can be to my kids.
I wanna ROCK OUT, WITH MY CROTCH OUT (not literally)...I don't want to have one single regret the day that I die...
I want for people to remember me...
When I grow up, I want to be a photographer...I want to take beautiful pictures of people...it's just my silly dream, don't know if I'll ever get around to doing it....one day Patty, one day...
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