tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91010372067222560982011-04-21T16:04:30.133-07:00breannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04084535844405756708noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101037206722256098.post-79619558123040522922008-12-08T15:09:00.000-08:002008-12-09T18:09:20.962-08:00<div><div><div>hey everyone! i know i haven't written a blog in a while but i can pretend i have an excuse!<br />the greenhouse is getting crazy busy.... or that's what they tell me. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>just about every morning or at least every evening my mom has to run to the green house to have another whiteboard meeting which i could imagine probably looks somthing like this...</div><br /><br /><br /><div> <div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST2sE1PAq9I/AAAAAAAAABE/-8fIKmZJ--E/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277563537357581266" style="width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST2sE1PAq9I/AAAAAAAAABE/-8fIKmZJ--E/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>we went a hwole week without a home cooked meal</div><br /><br /><br /><div>and the car now looks like this...</div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST2tGCEToWI/AAAAAAAAABM/E7hv_qD1v0I/s1600-h/286839671_1816bc4344.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277564657493844322" style="width: 281px; height: 173px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST2tGCEToWI/AAAAAAAAABM/E7hv_qD1v0I/s320/286839671_1816bc4344.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><div>but were still happy considering our other option was this...</div><br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST2tsDu9S5I/AAAAAAAAABU/b5X8t0YvLDc/s1600-h/burnt_toast.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277565310776200082" style="width: 273px; height: 239px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST2tsDu9S5I/AAAAAAAAABU/b5X8t0YvLDc/s320/burnt_toast.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div> </div><br />so at the greenhouse its been pretty busy and employees are staying late. this gives me the perfect opportunity to ... bug/annoy them. (sorry guys):D<br /><br /><br />Trevor is definitely my main man<br /><br /><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8afMf5yQI/AAAAAAAAABc/q48kaRx9JRk/s1600-h/scan0018883.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8afMf5yQI/AAAAAAAAABc/q48kaRx9JRk/s320/scan0018883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277966411534813442" border="0" /></a><div>the other day me and my cousin toiletpapered his computer...hehe.... but he found us hiding under a desk waiting to get footage of his reaction on a cell phone:S sorry about the picture everyone, i got a few complaints on the placement of his hairline, but i just like to say im optimistic.<br /><br />lynda our grower, is also perty awsum to bug.<br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8dE5qpp2I/AAAAAAAAABs/SCX1-olnQeQ/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8dE5qpp2I/AAAAAAAAABs/SCX1-olnQeQ/s320/scan0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277969258337904482" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8cx6v2mtI/AAAAAAAAABk/eR5Axuy-tq0/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"></a><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8cx6v2mtI/AAAAAAAAABk/eR5Axuy-tq0/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"><span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" ><br /></span></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8cx6v2mtI/AAAAAAAAABk/eR5Axuy-tq0/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" ></span></a></p>she supplys all the kids in the greenhouse with minty fresh gum! she likes to help me and my cousin bug Trevor. sorry to rat you out Lynda, but every singly prank we play on trevor , lynda usually knows about.<br />we also toilet papered her computer right after she helped us toilet paper trevors computer, and you could tel she definitely wasn't expecting that:D<br /><br /><br />the last worker that i will tell you about is Emily(more commonly known as "the candy lady")<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8e8XPhqNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VG1RfUi1pWg/s1600-h/scan00199999993.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8e8XPhqNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VG1RfUi1pWg/s320/scan00199999993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277971310681630930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />she is definetly the hardest working member in the ofice..cough*cough:D<br />you can always finder in her little corner marking all the invoices (not even sure what that is but she always tells me how much she hates invoices):D<br /><br />i made sure my picture for Emily was accurate with the commonly seen bags under her eyes during the Christmas season.(must be all those invoices)<br /><br /><br />and i like to end with a completely random picture so here it is<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8iQVb4-wI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2aD9qf-IeGM/s1600-h/scan0020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8iQVb4-wI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2aD9qf-IeGM/s320/scan0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277974952328887042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST8cx6v2mtI/AAAAAAAAABk/eR5Axuy-tq0/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"></a><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/ST2tGCEToWI/AAAAAAAAABM/E7hv_qD1v0I/s1600-h/286839671_1816bc4344.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101037206722256098-7961955812304052292?l=mymomsaidihadtostartablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>breannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04084535844405756708noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101037206722256098.post-28391526928823748922008-12-02T15:21:00.001-08:002008-12-02T16:14:13.635-08:00for the past few months my mom has been bugging just about everyone to start a blog and shes been spending an incredibly large amount of time on her own blog "the greenhouse diaries". so i started a blog which i figured would be the perfect opportunity to make fun of my mother(sorry mom):D<br /><br />my mom definitly has her moods and i thought it would be pretty awsum to show everyone how she realy acts and how we, me and my brothers and sisters, cope with her different moods.<br /><br />my moms first mood and probly the most common mood around here we call<br /><br />"Your Going To Play The Second Movement Whether You Like It Or Not!"<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXHn9sIl-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/H4KqLX92Ob8/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXHn9sIl-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/H4KqLX92Ob8/s320/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275342027922905058" border="0" /></a><br />when she is in this mood the best thing we can do is fill the dishwasher or turn on the washing machine (even if its empty somehow the sound just seems to soothe her)<br /><br />the next mood we call " one to many glasses of wine"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXIjv0CdII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Dr5sSnLdp2g/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXIjv0CdII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Dr5sSnLdp2g/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275343054990111874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />when she is in this mood its usually safe to tell her about the math test you just failed or the lesson you accidentally forgot.<br /><br />this mood is called "im just.......................dissapointed"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXKW8SNPoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ypoQKbpyptM/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXKW8SNPoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ypoQKbpyptM/s320/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275345034022829698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />if you see her looking like this you have to remind her about that time you turned on the dishwasher or pour her a glass of wine and turn on john and kate plus 8<br />(it helps her see that she really dosnt have it as bad as she thought)<br /><br />the last mood is called " not now... im blogging!!!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXL5EpEn5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0xsRyXiWFck/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXL5EpEn5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0xsRyXiWFck/s320/scan0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275346719893397394" border="0" /></a><br />when she is in this mood you know you can get away with anything, even doing a big job in her toilet. no worrys she wont even notice you if you walk right past her!<br /><br />yup those are my moms moods<br />but my moods on the other hand usualy consist of "feeling like drawing" and in a socials class you always get the chance:)<br /><br />pic from todays class:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXN-jjTEHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-GKeO25kiuo/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 411px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NVmXkr9Z_gM/STXN-jjTEHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-GKeO25kiuo/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275349013113278578" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9101037206722256098-2839152692882374892?l=mymomsaidihadtostartablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>breannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04084535844405756708noreply@blogger.com9