tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52756687489363254242011-09-06T02:01:18.384-07:00mmmcheezy225noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275668748936325424.post-62006989056824017032009-01-18T12:36:00.000-08:002009-01-18T13:35:18.772-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOV-P8oXfI/AAAAAAAAACo/SoOGhOLuMJM/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_567e71c1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOV-P8oXfI/AAAAAAAAACo/SoOGhOLuMJM/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_567e71c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292738883755728370" border="0" /></a>This is our modest farm. It's really nice and simple, but will it support<br />six kids?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOWYR2hmwI/AAAAAAAAACw/WPzh5wA34H0/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_f67e7034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOWYR2hmwI/AAAAAAAAACw/WPzh5wA34H0/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_f67e7034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292739330943589122" border="0" /></a>Oh, I neglected to mention that Matthew and I want six kids. Well, technically, I want six kids to marry and he wants six grandchildren. Talk about a full house!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOWvPwDWDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1f2DUOPpLiM/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_767e87a6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOWvPwDWDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1f2DUOPpLiM/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_767e87a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292739725516560434" border="0" /></a><br />Matthew is really dedicated to nature. He'll talk to the trees and the plants as if they were humans. I'm suprised he isn't one of those fabled Plantsims!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOYhN4Hh5I/AAAAAAAAADA/VEvs4WjRv2A/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_d67e77de.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOYhN4Hh5I/AAAAAAAAADA/VEvs4WjRv2A/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_d67e77de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292741683518605202" border="0" /></a>I usually go to The Little Cafe' with my co-workers Jaques Burkheart and September Ash.<br />September couldn't make it, but she wouldn't tell me why...hmmm.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOZCy61J_I/AAAAAAAAADI/Fo7YkL8omho/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_167e79ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOZCy61J_I/AAAAAAAAADI/Fo7YkL8omho/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_167e79ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292742260397778930" border="0" /></a>Anyway, I was doing what I usually do, reading a romance novel with a cup of coffee, when Jaques just glared at me...<br />Now, we tried to date once before, but we both established that the chemistry was extremely poor and we would just be friends.<br />But lately, he's been telling me about how happy he and Christy are, but he feels he never had a chance to "play the field".<br />Uh oh...should I alert Christy?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOZpaEs4fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FGKQb3u51Qs/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_767e7b16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOZpaEs4fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FGKQb3u51Qs/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_767e7b16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292742923743191538" border="0" /></a>I decided to debate about it later...<br />Right now, I wanted to check on Johnothan.<br />I wished him and September a blissful union and I asked him if September was okay.<br />Apparently, she's been having flu-like symptoms so she's been in bed all day.<br />Poor thing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOdAJX07cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Za6fxJ1XgeY/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_f67e8225.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOdAJX07cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Za6fxJ1XgeY/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_f67e8225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292746612931882434" border="0" /></a><br />Well, after all that I was understandably tired. Marley came up and snuggled next to me. She's such a sweet dog.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOddYelOrI/AAAAAAAAADo/G0PilKvffTM/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_167e83f2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOddYelOrI/AAAAAAAAADo/G0PilKvffTM/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_167e83f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292747115202951858" border="0" /></a>I told him about my little dilemma and he said that its best if I don't tell Christy unless he actually starts cheating. Hmmph, how wise!<br />Anyway, I joined him fishing since apparently it's very relaxing.<br />I got a blue catfish on the first try! He said that it was just beginner's luck, but I think I was just better than he was.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOd_PrrGRI/AAAAAAAAADw/ra8c7YCocRs/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_367e8439.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOd_PrrGRI/AAAAAAAAADw/ra8c7YCocRs/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_367e8439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292747696957495570" border="0" /></a>Well, my tummy expanded two sizes that day. I'm pregnant! I didn't even know this!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOeP0y4DPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0BOoIh5xVKw/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_567e8d0e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOeP0y4DPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0BOoIh5xVKw/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_567e8d0e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292747981797723378" border="0" /></a>I convinced Matthew to purchase a Fisherman's Warf. When I asked him what he would name it, he said he'd stick with the name Fisherman's Warf. Well, so much for originality.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOelbZgl6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/cq-JwJkhcUA/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_767e8ded.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOelbZgl6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/cq-JwJkhcUA/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_767e8ded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748352937564066" border="0" /></a>Of course he was fantastic; selling the fish like a real pro. Didn't make much of a profit though, which made him antsy. Maybe this <span style="font-weight: bold;">was</span> a bad investment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOe7K-OIcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rsTel683J-o/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_967e8f8e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOe7K-OIcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rsTel683J-o/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_967e8f8e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748726485262786" border="0" /></a>He talked to me after the day ended. He wanted to stick with my original idea of owning this lot and selling fish, but he decided to discuss transforming it into a restaurant.<br />It was a rather good idea though; there isn't any diners in Desolado Village except the reception at the Church, but you have to have a wedding in order to eat there.<br />It was perfect!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOficJIbnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yA8URZ0RyV8/s1600-h/snapshot_f67b7c76_167e95b7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNZRcNODAAk/SXOficJIbnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yA8URZ0RyV8/s200/snapshot_f67b7c76_167e95b7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292749401109327474" border="0" /></a>I was the Matre'D for the restaurant, which was awesome! And our first diner was Je'Tamie Jitmakusol, the Medical advisor! We're already getting popular clientele!<br /><br />Well, I'm out for now. I've got to rest. My due date is getting closer and closer!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275668748936325424-6200698905682401703?l=amdillardsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mmmcheezy225noreply@blogger.com0