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We’re doing it today y’all, wish me luck!

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June 4, 2008, next Wednesday is the last day of the contest, I will accept entries until 5 p.m. Central Standard Time on that day. When I arrive home that evening I will conduct the drawing with the help of my hott assistant Jason by video and will post it on YouTube with of course the video embedded here.

Did you know it was so close? Next Wednesday people! If you don’t have an iPod or even if you do, this one is WAAAAAAAY cooler! All iPod’s are not the same. This one is a special edition iPod, it’s Maroon Red and MouthyGirl.com is engraved on the backside clip.

NO ONE HAS THE RED iPOD!

You’ll get to tell people that you got an 1 GB iPod for free from MouthyGirl.com - or you could just say you won it on the internet. That always makes people ask questions. Always.

You can enter on this post (because it’s about the contest) or on the original post located here. Last time I did a contest, I did it on my original website Sabrina’s Money Matters and in the last week I opened the contest entries to requiring only a comment to enter.

So now, I’m changing the rules up a little, so to the people who posted a write up about the contest on their own blogs (Jess, Susan, Eva, Annick & Bunny) you now have two entries into the contest for that write up and still one for the comment about it (a total of three entries for each of you).

For the next week anyone that writes about this contest on their own blog will get two entries to the contest and those who comment on this blog will get one entry.

Let me make that a little more plain. As of right now until 5 p.m. Central Standard Time (CST) June 4, 2008 - a comment on this post or the original post for the contest will count as an entry to the contest.

So all you have to do literally is fill out the comment form below, say hi to me and you’re in!

I can’t make it any easier. If you have any questions email me at Sabrina@MouthyGirl.com and I’ll help you out ASAP! I should see lots of comments here now!

Good luck to all!

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Sometimes I get in a phase in life where I think everything is good, life is great and I don’t think about where I came from and what I came from and I can see great things in the future.

Inevitably, I open my mouth, I leave out a detail or I forget about something important - completely by accident and throw myself right back into the fire pits of the past. The hell that makes me think the wrong way and expect the worst of everyone. The reminder of an upbringing nowhere near normal.

What I’m saying is, the child ain’t right. The child being me. So many of you grew up with mothers that loved you, that you could run to and feel safe. What a feeling that must be, one that I cannot imagine on my best day. I have to mimic others to appear normal, I’ve developed this as quite a skill, tho I carry a doubt within me that prevails and gets stronger every time I stumble. A growing boil within my insides that swallows up confidence and reminds me that my roots are never far behind me - that it wouldn’t take much to be back there.

I say I don’t dream because I like to forget them - and I certainly try not to commit them to memory but the recurring ones are the worst, they force me to remember. Where she is screaming and laughing at me and telling me she was right all along. That I really am stupid and reminding me of the foolishness of dreams.

She haunts me. Yesterday I opened my mouth and inserted my foot, up to the damned knee. I won’t go in to detail but the scary thing is that this is happening more and more lately. I find myself challenging the people that mean the most to me, and I can’t quite figure out where I’ve slipped and let that part of me through. Maybe I’m getting comfortable, thus getting lax? Scary thought.

A friend told me once that she’d learned in psychology that in order to “break the cycle of abuse” (such a stupid label I only use for familiarity), you have to constantly think about your actions, your temper, the way you think, constantly keeping yourself on point.

Since that time I’ve tried to do exactly that, I don’t succeed at it much and “I’m sorry” are words that roll off my tongue readily but if humility is redeeming, then I redeem myself a lot and save my own ass with it, else I don’t know how people stand me.

I’m feeling like the loser I was born to be - maybe it’s not such a bad thing, eh? I like to claim that I’m a realist…

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I think you all probably know by now music is a huge part of my life. If I could listen to music all day every day, I would be very happy about that. I thought I’d share some stuff I liked lately..

First up is Rihanna, “Take a Bow”:

Here’s another song I like a lot that I’ve been seeing on VH1 and wanted to share with you…Duffy, “Mercy”…

Here’s Natasha Bedingfield with “Pocketful of Sunshine”…

Good stuff no? Have you already heard these? What do you think?

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This really sucks, my hands are black from newspaper, and packing my kitchen, my back aches from the up and down from counter to floor, to sitting on the floor and back up. I’m going to get on the Wii Fit and do some yoga about an hour after we eat dinner to limber up and loosen some of the tension from all of this. Get this - we’re moving to a THIRD FLOOR apartment. How’s that for mandatory exercise. LOL. I’ll be adding that time to my Wii Fit time every day. It’s significant.

This has been our most organized move so far. We’ve figured out who’s doing what during the move, we’ve stacked boxes along a wall in our dining room and taken down a lot of things. My son hasn’t spent the night at home since Thursday night, all his friends have been keeping him very busy. We’ll miss the neighborhood, but in the interest of eating daily, we have to make this move.

There are some important things to remember on moving day, I’m hoping that we can avoid the beer drinking that is typical of moving day and friends helping out. That always slows everything down. And I’ll be upstairs trying to unpack our things as they’re moved upstairs, and the wonderful mother in law will unpack our kitchen which will be incredibly helpful.

Well, gotta go, got way more to do!

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I got a ticket this morning. No, not a ticket to a concert or a ticket to ride, nay a ticket for a violation from the PO-lice.

Cuz I was:

So in honor of said infraction with the Fort Worth Police - I am sharing road songs with you today. My favorites and some your favorites, just general road songs.

Go on & write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive
Take my license n’ all that jive
I can’t drive 55!

Oh, but that’s not all….no MG fans, it gets better…

Here’s another song about the road - this one is the most awesome of all IMO:

Oh, and isn’t this the JAM!

Okay, this one and one more - there are lots of road songs ya’ll! Feel free to name your favorites in the comments!

One more and I gotta go, got the boss hollerin for me….well damn since it won’t let me have the video to share here’s a link.

You’ll like it, I promise…gotta go!

P.S.

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It’s Thursday. The Thursday before a three day weekend…which is cause for celebration. More importantly is the reason that we’re not working… the whole United States will sit in a day of remembrance and appreciation of our military men and women who fight for our freedom day in and day out.

Tomorrow is the last day of one of our investigators here at my job. He’s shipping out to Iraq next week and regardless of my political stance about this war and the feelings I have about our president and 9/11 and all of that. I feel for him.

He has a son who is at that age where the impression is made of their parents, the fingerprint so to speak that you leave on your children, I feel, is left when they’re 2-7. That’s the prime bonding time in my opinion and that’s when you really want to show how much you love your kids and family. The way he talks about his kids and his wife, I know this will be hard on them, his job now I’m sure is hard on them, but in a way I believe it will make it just a little easier on his wife. The overnight surveillances and the early morning evidence retrievals and the trips with clients as a bodyguard. Theirs is already a challenging marriage with that kind of a work schedule.

His work never stops, he jokes that he has to go to Iraq to get a vacation. He makes light, but I know this is hard for him. It would be impossible for me. Monday I will be thinking of him and his family, my Uncle who passed two years ago as a result of the Agent Orange used in Vietnam that he was exposed to, my neighbor who is serving our country in Germany, away from her husband for two years.

All around me there are people who have dedicated their lives to this country and it’s the least I can do to call attention to their sacrifice and appreciate it for what it is. They are putting their lives and families on the line, for me. And you. And our children.

This isn’t the first time I’ve written about our military men and women, and it will not be the last. They are the caretakers of our country, the fathers and mothers that protect us from harm. Every day that I leave my house with my hair uncovered and make up on and leaving the house I live in with the man I got to choose, I am thankful for my freedom.

Memorial Day isn’t just another day off.

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