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This is my first time so please be gentle...

I decided, after reading many blogs and finally realizing that my husband is getting increasingly better at ignoring my random conversations, to be a whore and jump on the blog train. And what better time than now? The baby has passed out after her battle between me and the peas. She won... it was very bitter, and I do believe this may be one veggie I take out of my diet now.

I am going to take the lame, about me route for a first entry. I thought maybe I would just say how you doin' and just move on, but I don't have the Joey Tribbiani charisma so here goes...

I'm a teacher and pretty much wake up 10 months out of the year thinking "why the hell am I a teacher?" Then again I wake up to my husband's alarm in July, roll over, bury my head in my pillow and think "hells yes, thank God I'm a teacher!" In all honesty I do love being a teacher. Except I would love these idiot high school kids to grow an original bone in their body. I am so over that kid every semester who mocks me. "Like ohmigod Mrs. Collins, totally." One I don't use the word totally in that matter, B. as if I've never heard that before! and three I would very much so rather sound like I walked off the set of 90210 than an ignorant redneck... "I done did..."

My husband Kevin is from here in North Carolina, and pretty much the reason I didn't go running like Forrest back to Arizona after my one year. Kevin is in the car business which I love because I tend to get a new car every year, and his connections so wonderfully feeds my habit!

We welcomed our daughter, Khloe Brielle, 5 weeks early on August 22, 2008. She is a miracle and blows my mind leaving me without words on a regular basis, which is quite a feat since words are pretty much my life.

At this moment in our life we are in the gambling stages of buying a house. It's such a pain in the tuchas. It is so difficult to find a place that I love enough to make this huge of an investment. I miss me some stucco and tile roofs. Oh and somebody tell me what this green ish is! Honestly I need to start me a business growing emo grass, cause that stuff would cut itself and I know I would pay whatever the cost for that stuff!

I think that is all for now, it is pretty late out here on the East Coast and the smell of my defeat is beginning to cause a gag reflex. And as much as I am sure that would turn my husband on I think I'd rather not...