BABY MAKES HER BLUE JEANS - BABY MAKES HER

BABY MAKES HER BLUE JEANS - AS YOUR BABY GROWS

Baby Makes Her Blue Jeans


baby makes her blue jeans
    blue jeans
  • Jeans made of blue denim
  • Jeans are trousers made from denim. The American blue jean was invented by Jacob Davis and Levi Strauss in 1873. Jeans, originally designed for work, became popular among teenagers starting in the 1950s. Historic brands include Levi's, Lee and Wrangler.
  • "Blue Jeans" (Fox Trot Song) is a sentimental popular song written by Harry D. Kerr and Lou Traveller in 1920. In the song, the singer is reminiscing about a long-ago young love that happened somewhere in the "hills of the old Cumberland.
  • The modern term for denim overalls. Probably first coming into use after the First World War as the word overalls began to refer only to "bib overalls." Blue jeans are always made of denim and never made of jean fabric.
    makes
  • The making of electrical contact
  • (make) give certain properties to something; "get someone mad"; "She made us look silly"; "He made a fool of himself at the meeting"; "Don't make this into a big deal"; "This invention will make you a millionaire"; "Make yourself clear"
  • The structure or composition of something
  • The manufacturer or trade name of a particular product
  • (make) brand: a recognizable kind; "there's a new brand of hero in the movies now"; "what make of car is that?"
  • engage in; "make love, not war"; "make an effort"; "do research"; "do nothing"; "make revolution"
    baby
  • the youngest member of a group (not necessarily young); "the baby of the family"; "the baby of the Supreme Court"
  • a very young child (birth to 1 year) who has not yet begun to walk or talk; "the baby began to cry again"; "she held the baby in her arms"; "it sounds simple, but when you have your own baby it is all so different"
  • pamper: treat with excessive indulgence; "grandparents often pamper the children"; "Let's not mollycoddle our students!"
  • A very young child, esp. one newly or recently born
  • A young or newly born animal
  • The youngest member of a family or group
baby makes her blue jeans - Don't Make
Don't Make Me Make You Brownies (Romantic Comedy)
Don't Make Me Make You Brownies (Romantic Comedy)
(Award-winning romantic comedy--novel length) Raised by vegetarian hippies on an organic produce farm, Abbie Greenwood wants to save the world. But the L.A. TV station where she works as a consumer reporter won't let her do the globally important stories she wants to do, and now the guys upstairs are suggesting she mix a little of the nasty into her helping-people segments to raise the--already high--ratings. Afraid the TV biz is going to suck out her soul, Abbie agrees to take all the time-off she's saved and housesit for her sister in the suburbs of Houston where conservatism and good barbequing skills are highly rated. But, it will give her time alone to re-evaluate her life, or, at least, give the guys upstairs time to see how ratings plummet without her.
Once in Houston, Abbie causes a raucous with a column she guest-writes for her sister's neighborhood newsletter and butts heads with the president of the homeowner's association from across the street. Rick's a real hunk (yum!) of a lawyer (yuck!) who drives a fancy pickup (wasting natural resources), is an ex-rodeo cowboy (too macho, but kinda hot) and has been known to vote conservatively on occasion (dead faint). Unfortunately, he's also irresistible and available since his wife took off, leaving him with their six-year-old daughter.
After some malicious neighborhood mischief followed by a hot encounter in his kitchen, Abbie decides she'd better stay away or this guy could change her life in a way she never thought she wanted. But when her volunteer job, teaching English as a Second Language, gets her arrested on suspicion of smuggling illegal aliens, who is the only emergency contact her sister left? Mr. Hunky-Annoying-Across-the-Street-Lawyer, of course. And as Abbie feels herself getting sucked in by Rick, she realizes life's decisions aren't always as black and white as she'd like them to be.

(Award-winning romantic comedy--novel length) Raised by vegetarian hippies on an organic produce farm, Abbie Greenwood wants to save the world. But the L.A. TV station where she works as a consumer reporter won't let her do the globally important stories she wants to do, and now the guys upstairs are suggesting she mix a little of the nasty into her helping-people segments to raise the--already high--ratings. Afraid the TV biz is going to suck out her soul, Abbie agrees to take all the time-off she's saved and housesit for her sister in the suburbs of Houston where conservatism and good barbequing skills are highly rated. But, it will give her time alone to re-evaluate her life, or, at least, give the guys upstairs time to see how ratings plummet without her.
Once in Houston, Abbie causes a raucous with a column she guest-writes for her sister's neighborhood newsletter and butts heads with the president of the homeowner's association from across the street. Rick's a real hunk (yum!) of a lawyer (yuck!) who drives a fancy pickup (wasting natural resources), is an ex-rodeo cowboy (too macho, but kinda hot) and has been known to vote conservatively on occasion (dead faint). Unfortunately, he's also irresistible and available since his wife took off, leaving him with their six-year-old daughter.
After some malicious neighborhood mischief followed by a hot encounter in his kitchen, Abbie decides she'd better stay away or this guy could change her life in a way she never thought she wanted. But when her volunteer job, teaching English as a Second Language, gets her arrested on suspicion of smuggling illegal aliens, who is the only emergency contact her sister left? Mr. Hunky-Annoying-Across-the-Street-Lawyer, of course. And as Abbie feels herself getting sucked in by Rick, she realizes life's decisions aren't always as black and white as she'd like them to be.

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day 11 - apple bottom jeans...
day 11 - apple bottom jeans...
Flo Rida - Low [Chorus:] Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low [Verse 1:] I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go, This crazy all night spendin my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show So sexual, she was flexible Professional, drinkin X and ooo Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I Whoa Did I think I seen shorty get low Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain, I'm makin it snow Work the pole, I got the bank roll Imma say that I prefer them no clothes I'm into that, I love women exposed She threw it back at me, I gave her more Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes She had them [Chorus:] Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low [Verse 2:] Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home My jeans full of gwap And they ready for Shones Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan One stack (come on) Two stacks (come on) Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand) What you think I'm playin baby girl I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola Got me like a Soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover Shorty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to fold her, Like a pornography poster She showed her [Chorus:] Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low [Verse 3:] Whoa Shawty Yea she was worth the money Lil mama took my cash, And I ain't want it back, The way she bit that rag, Got her them paper stacks, Tattoo Above her crack, I had to handle that, I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin They be want it two in the mornin I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shorty did that pop and lock, Had to break her off that gwap Gah it was fly just like my glock [Chorus:] Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low C'mon
Day 148- Blue Boy
Day 148- Blue Boy
I'm used to people hitting on me on the subway. really. i remember the first time I didn't believe he was talking to me. I panicked. Now I know when they're talking to me. I still panic. While I was sitting there, listening to my ipod, a Caribbean man attempted to hit on me. He stood in front of me and began to talk. "Hey shawty, can I get your number?" I know this kind of person. I've dealt with them before. No. You cannot have my number. I say it in my head and ignore him. "Baby, don't be like that. A pretty girl like you needs some loving." Yes I do. But not from you. Stranger. Creep. You should be ashamed of yourself. Now he gets frustrated. "You think you're too good for me? Oh sweetie, let me love you good and we'll see who's better." You're disgusting. You smell like smoke. You're so old. You're too close to me. Go away. I don't like you. I sit there and endure it. No one helps me. They hear, they see, they're right there and they do nothing. I try turn up the volume on my iPod, and he attempts to snatch it out of my hand. I'm scared. I don't want to talk to him. And then blue boy gets up from next to me and puts himself in the way. Blue boy. Hello there. He was dressed in a loosely fitted blue tshirt, blue jeans and a blue cap. Not a cheap cap. One of those interesting ones with the 59 sticker. He is handsome. I noticed him when I sat down. He has amazing cheekbones and dark brown eyes that cut into you. He looked at me before I sat down and my first thought was, "Look at me again. I want to see you clearly.." That was all I knew about him at that point. Then he stood up and put himself between me and the older man. I stared in awe as he put the man in his place. Blue Boy: What are you doing to her? Man: None of your business. Move over boy. Blue Boy: Leave her alone. She's not interested. Man: I'll make her interested. Blue Boy: No. Leave now, or I'll get the cops. Man: Leave us alone. Blue Boy: There is no "us". For all you know, she has a boyfriend. You should be embarrassed. She's obviously younger than you. Man: ...... Woman across from me: If you don't leave her alone this instance, I will call the cops. And he left. He made a fuss, but he left. And then blue boy sat down next to me without another word. I didn't know what to do. I was so thankful. I gently touched his knee and he looked at me. Shannomnom: ..um. Thank you. (big smile) Blue Boy: uh, you're welcome. Shannomnom: .......why did you do that? Blue Boy: why did I do what? Shannomnom: Why did you stand up for me? no one else did. Blue Boy: because no one else did. also...I'd want someone to do that for my little sister. (tentative smile) Shannomnom: (light laugh & smile) i see. um, i mean it. thank you. so much for that. it meant a lot to me. Blue Boy: No problem! (bigger smile) and uh, hey. Can I ask you like 2 things? Shannomnom: of course! Blue Boy: How old are you? Shannomnom: 16. I turn 17 this year. Blue Boy: Oh. I'm 17, I turn 18 next month. Also...do you have a boyfriend? Shannomnom: Oh.. and no I don't. Blue Boy: Okay. I was just checking because I didn't want to say this and have you be someone elses girl. It'd be kinda weird. But I think you're really pretty. Be careful okay? Guys take advantage of pretty girls. Dear blue boy, you are very sweet. I wish i knew your name. thank you. for today (:

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