<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:35:10.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-4364851532021442598</id><published>2007-05-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:08:34.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>Alright, Well, It's been awhile.  &lt;em&gt;Busy, Busy&lt;/em&gt;.. as they say. Really, I just haven't gotten a chance to get to a computer yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new? Welp, Not much really. I've been at home with the kids everysingleday for the last, o, I dunno. Lifetime. So it feels anyway.  Don't get me wrong, I love being at home with them, but I think I'd like to get out there and work again. It's hard to work around K's schedule and we only have one car at the time, although we could get another one, if he would just go out and start looking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, not much else going on. Jaxon just had his 3rd birthday. And I just had my 26th birthday. Dang. It all seems to be just flying by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, ofcourse was Mother's Day. It was a nice day, but I found myself thinking about &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; mom.  I don't think about her as much as I used to, and I felt like I was having a hard time remembering things about her.  I should have went to her grave, but I never did. Its only her grave, her spirit isn't there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, enuff of that. I'm going to close for now. I still need to take some pics, which I will get around too someday, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so get off my back!! ")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; till then:  peaceout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-4364851532021442598?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/4364851532021442598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=4364851532021442598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/4364851532021442598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/4364851532021442598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-1315905490930897661</id><published>2007-03-28T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T07:08:21.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sorry again for posting so far and few in between.  Life has been a crap shit lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's back in Jail? Never guess? Can you?  Okay, it's Kyle,. BUT first! I don't think that everyone knew about the first time, huh? Part of that whole shitty year I went through. So, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around last July, I was running around with this clan, and in this clan was a certain guy that I fell for and with that decided that I deserved better than what Kyle had to give me.  One particular day, the kids and I were getting ready to leave the house and go 'mudd'n' (as its called) Well, long story short, Kyle totally flipped out &lt;strong&gt;(he started long before to start showing signs that the elevator didn't go to the top floor, if you know what I mean..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho..he wouldn't let me leave, and when I say he wouldn't let me leave, I mean he physically wouldn't let me go.  He even locked me in our room at one point. When I tried to call for help he cut the phone cord. It was straight out of a lifetime movie, he had lost his mind.  My niegbor could hear me screaming next door, so, she comes over with a baseball bat, and then calls the cops.  It was crazy. So, he goes to jail, does 30 days for Domestic Violence and gets probation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week, he goes and gets trashed and gets picked up for probabtion violation, and has to do 20 days...Oh, Joy!!  He at least got work release so he go to work, and it really could have been worse, he could have gotten 150 days, and he would have prolly, if I had disclosed more of the events that transpired that evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats whats new for me.  I still need to get some pics on here.  And I will. Some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-1315905490930897661?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/1315905490930897661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=1315905490930897661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/1315905490930897661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/1315905490930897661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2007/03/blow.html' title='BLOW'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-8384102932979454749</id><published>2007-03-06T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:28:02.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry it has taken me so long to write a post. I just haven't been near a computer for awhile.  I should hope to be getting one soon, so for now this will serve until my next trip out to the inlaws place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all is going well. I'm loving finally being in our own place again. We've had a little bit of trouble with the people that live underneath us.  This lady was up at our door the second day we were their saying we were to loud.  The kids meaning. They are still ajusting to not being able to run and jump around.  Since then she has still done nothing but complain, the kids have settled down, but she must think she should never hear a sound.  Other than that, its wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take some pics, and hopefully be back out here later to post them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lets see? Other than that much, I really don't have much more to report on. Sad yes, I know. My life is so full. (nope, not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now I will close. But I promise to get back to you soon ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; peaceout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-8384102932979454749?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/8384102932979454749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=8384102932979454749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/8384102932979454749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/8384102932979454749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-so-sorry-it-has-taken-me-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-5911279781070832737</id><published>2007-02-12T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:00:06.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickly Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RdBtRvBPhgI/AAAAAAAAABw/QzedtnyYLGA/s1600-h/hc007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RdBtRvBPhgI/AAAAAAAAABw/QzedtnyYLGA/s320/hc007.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030640935219725826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M'kay, I'm moving in today!! Ole'Wonderful!! Anyhoot, we'll be in a rush, due to the possible 'snow storm' coming &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Didn't I say I would move in 50 feet of snow&lt;/em&gt;?) &lt;strong&gt;Hmm, just may happen.  So, while I'm doing that today, Im going to take some photo's for everyone to see our new home/apartment. Can't wait!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Byenow-Peaceout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-5911279781070832737?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/5911279781070832737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=5911279781070832737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/5911279781070832737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/5911279781070832737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2007/02/quickly-now.html' title='Quickly Now'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RdBtRvBPhgI/AAAAAAAAABw/QzedtnyYLGA/s72-c/hc007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-5746012676224275655</id><published>2007-02-08T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:00:06.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/Rcu0dvBPhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/omVXwrQmFxc/s1600-h/label_20070203135822_98504.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/Rcu0dvBPhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/omVXwrQmFxc/s320/label_20070203135822_98504.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029311831820174834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Finally. Something good.  We got the keys to our place yesterday. I'm sooooo Excited. (Jen, it's right accross the hall from Jacks old one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, had to go to Indianapolis for a few days for work, so we should be able to move in this weekend. Sucks its so damn cold out thou.  I'll move in 50 feet of fuckin snow, if I had to (please don't let us get a blizzard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you all knew the crap that has gone on in my life latley, you would understand how great its going to be to have my own place again.  *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the house to myself today, and it was wonderful.  K's mom finally had school today, and then with him gone, it was blissful.  Guess what I did? Go ahead...&lt;br /&gt;       M'kay, nothin really, cleaned and watched t.v. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard that ANNA NICHOLE SMITH died..(gasp) I can't believe it.  Welp, kinda. How much you wanna bet that it was an overdose..betcha.. Poor thing, she's been through hell.  I really liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot, I'm sorry that this post has been uneventful, but. well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving now. &lt;br /&gt;            Peaceout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-5746012676224275655?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/5746012676224275655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=5746012676224275655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/5746012676224275655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/5746012676224275655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-news.html' title='Good News...'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/Rcu0dvBPhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/omVXwrQmFxc/s72-c/label_20070203135822_98504.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-5228504423965558626</id><published>2007-02-06T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:00:06.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebuilding your life,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RclFCwu-eZI/AAAAAAAAABY/urM9OklosBs/s1600-h/ds_bushdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RclFCwu-eZI/AAAAAAAAABY/urM9OklosBs/s320/ds_bushdog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028626372679858578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can be a real bitch.  Thats what I am currently doing.  From my last blog in May, is when it all began.  Going downhill, ofcourse, I had to hit the bottom of the earth before I relized a damn thing.  At first, I thought I had it all under control, but, soon, (not soon enough) I began to see that I (of all the nerve) was not so grounded.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   So as it stands, Kyle and I are living with his parents, we are looking for a place right now, or even hopefully have found one.  We haven't heard if we got it yet or not.  It would be of course, my shit luck (yes, part of which I have created) for it to not work out, then again, I am trying to remain positive. Yep...positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And..to add to the mix, I found out a few months back that I have cervical cancer, and still am not sure how far advanced it is.  I have an appointment the 15th, (my daughters birthday) to have them further pick at me..I've already had a biopsy, a colosocpy, a euritterage (spelling could be off)..But, they have yet to actually "remove" a damn thing..Although, this type of cancer is more and more common, it still does not take away from the fact that it is still cancer, and with the history of cancer in my family (my mother for starters..nope not living) it's still a bit scary on occassion. I'm dealing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The lights of my life, the kids..(also the cause of a migrane that won't quit) are doing wonderful. Growing so fast.. My daughter, turning 4, is the smartest child ever..really she is, you may think your child is the smartest..but really, c'mon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And on that note, Im going to bed.. So I can start the same day over again. By the way, its colder than crap outside, and I told ya, the Colts would win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           PEACEOUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-5228504423965558626?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/5228504423965558626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=5228504423965558626' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/5228504423965558626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/5228504423965558626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2007/02/rebuilding-your-life.html' title='Rebuilding your life,'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RclFCwu-eZI/AAAAAAAAABY/urM9OklosBs/s72-c/ds_bushdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-6551010103608005137</id><published>2007-02-04T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:25:32.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>Well, it sure has been awhile since I have been around.  So much has happend.  As you can tell, I've been messing around with the layout, I have more fun doing that than anything else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to do a full update tonight, I won't be watching the SuperBowl, Colts are going to win, good enough for me. I'll be alone this evening anyhow..yes, poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm going to stop over to see ramblings (my dear sister) to let her know she can start comeing to see me, hopefully she'll spread the word for me that Im back in action...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-6551010103608005137?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/6551010103608005137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=6551010103608005137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/6551010103608005137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/6551010103608005137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2007/02/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-1132678872629393083</id><published>2007-02-04T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:00:06.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RcY_xwu-eXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Bi2xMcDK8ms/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RcY_xwu-eXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Bi2xMcDK8ms/s320/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027776158133811570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RcY_yAu-eYI/AAAAAAAAABI/jj5qN5XIn9I/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RcY_yAu-eYI/AAAAAAAAABI/jj5qN5XIn9I/s320/Picture+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027776162428778882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-1132678872629393083?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/1132678872629393083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=1132678872629393083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/1132678872629393083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/1132678872629393083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow.html' title='Snow....'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RcY_xwu-eXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Bi2xMcDK8ms/s72-c/Picture+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-9005878130417268810</id><published>2006-12-29T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:00:07.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RZWppYpLEAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TP2Xu1nMyZo/s1600-h/hc007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RZWppYpLEAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TP2Xu1nMyZo/s320/hc007.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014100288601788418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-9005878130417268810?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/9005878130417268810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=9005878130417268810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/9005878130417268810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/9005878130417268810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YyDUms3wg5U/RZWppYpLEAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TP2Xu1nMyZo/s72-c/hc007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114842698840775909</id><published>2006-05-23T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:29:48.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday here YET?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Everyone have a splended weekend? Hope so.   Mine was uneventful to say the least.  However, next weekend I plan to make up for it.  K is the best man in his friends wedding, so he has the honors of throwing a kick ass B.Party.  They had wanted to hire some strippers to come and dance for em..(not just dance either) But, he quickly found out that those girlies don't come cheap.  So, they will likely have to settle for going to the strip joints. Yes, poor babies.  Anywho, Since he will be doing that crap, I will be entertaining myself at the bars with some friends.  We thought about drinkin a few at Kelly's, then hitting the dance floor at Chances. So..not lookin foward to the hangover, but I may have some meds that might prevent that. (*Note to self- Call Dealer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mkay, just kidding bout the Dealer.   What about American Idol tonight? Ya'll pumped up?  Or did you band yourself from watching since Chris got booted? Nah, I could care less.  I'm really not sure who I want to win.  They both have pretty much made it, so it doesn't really matter.  I will make a prediction that Tayor will win. It just seems like he might. He's so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hmm, well, I think thats all for me for now. I want to get a shower before A.I comes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114842698840775909?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114842698840775909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114842698840775909' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114842698840775909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114842698840775909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/05/saturday-here-yet.html' title='Saturday here YET?'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114808168779189107</id><published>2006-05-19T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:34:47.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Gettin it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Alright, now I am just fired the fuck up.  Why is it so difficult for people to just live thier own damn life? Why does everyone want to add more stress to there life by living it for other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;        So, I will be the first to admit. My life is not all wonderful with roses.  There are things that I want that I haven't gotten yet, there are things I haven't done yet. I live check to check, I have two kids that only seem to want to send me to the fuckin looney bin. The man I love is just plain retarded in the head when it comes to being romantic or well, hell even considerate half the time.  And every once in awhile, I wonder if this is the life I was destined for? It's not. But, this is how it turned out. Every choice I have ever made has come down to where I am now.  And the choices I make in the future will do just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;         But, I can tell you one thing without a doubt. IF I ever wanted to leave Kyle, I could.  If I had to make that choice to make myself happier or my kids, I would do it in a heart beat.  That man can piss me off more than anyone I know sometimes.  Sometimes, I will think, what in the living hell did I ever see in you? But, even with all of his inconsiderate and unromantic, can't get a clue way, I do still love him, and I still want to grow old with him.   But, if I knew that he just couldn't make me happy, and I was miserable, there is no way in HELL that I would give a rats ass what anyone else thought.   I've been divorced, and know it's not easy. It can be even harder if there are children involved. But, what is the alternative? You could only try so much. And if the other isn;t willing to put in thier half, then its doomed.  And if a person decides to live that way, then sadly its there on gosh damn fault.  Nothing in life is easy.  So many people get hurt. And yes, it's sad.  But,you have to move on. Belive it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    I just want everyone who is going through a tough time, or who is faced with difficult decisions, to really understand that you have to put everyone else aside and think of yourself. If you have kids to think about, do that, but remember that if you are happy, then most likely people around you will benifiet from that.  Being miserable and choosing to live that way is about the most insane thing I have ever heard of, and ofr the life of me I don't know why people want to do that to themselves. And in some cases even bitch about it. GEEZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mkay, Im done ranting. At least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;                                                           &lt;strong&gt;PEACETHEFUCKOUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114808168779189107?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114808168779189107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114808168779189107' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114808168779189107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114808168779189107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-gettin-it.html' title='Not Gettin it..'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114791151516539532</id><published>2006-05-17T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:18:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/bb55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/bb55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang, it would blow to be this guy!!!!!  Nice car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/pic3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/pic3368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gez, Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/bb71_thumb100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/bb71_thumb100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, Jen. That your hot tub?  ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/bb76_thumb100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/bb76_thumb100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, talk about 'hooked' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/bb48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/bb48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welp, I got the kiddies to bed and Im about to grill some kobobs and chicken breasts.  Not much of a day, just worked around the house. Joy. Such fun.  I have The Family Stone to watch tonight , But I may have to wait until after American Idol.  I'm still fumming over last week, and them kicking my boy chris to the curb.  Agh, what the hell, I really don't give a poop. WE all know that he has mucho oppurtunities at this point anyhow. I heard many rumors, but the latest is that he actually had a contract still withstanding with another company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My vote (if i really did) would go to either Kathryn or Taylor. Im just not a fan of Elliotts. I mean the guy can sing, but I really just don't like to look at him much. ya, know? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, alright, Im gonna get my grill started, kyle is down at the softball field, so I'd like to have most of dinner ready when he gets home.  BTW, how fucked up is this? And Im mostly used to it, but, I still am somewhat surprised. Why i don't know? but, guess what I got for Mothers Day??? Just guess!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He cooked me breakfast, which he did the day before that I think.  But, I didn't even complain when that was all he did for me, and even when I CLEANED UP THE MESS! I still didn't complain or say a word. I mean, no card no flowers, I didn't even get a "Happy Mother's Day, Honey"  Like I said, thats just how he is, so I shouldn't be shocked, but sometimes its like, com on buddy get a fuckin clue! You don't have to be romantic or anyhting, just take ur ass to the store and buy a girl a card or somethin.  Hell, he could have even sent me an E-Card for cryin out loud!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mkay, nuff of my bitch'n. It doesn't make a differnece anyhow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  peaceout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114791151516539532?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114791151516539532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114791151516539532' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114791151516539532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114791151516539532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/05/dang-it-would-blow-to-be-this-guy-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114757140808484197</id><published>2006-05-13T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:50:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Woman Beheads &amp; Chops Up Hubby Who Wanted 4th Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GezeCrap!  Can't say that I blame her. Ya, know.  Them ladies have it rough! I'd snap myself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyhow, read it below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;News Edition: 05/04/2006 KARACHI, Pakistan--&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Pakistani woman beheaded her husband, chopped up his body and dumped the dismembered parts in a sewerage drain after he announced plans to take a fourth wife, police said on Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said Majeeda Khatoon killed her husband, a well-off building contractor, while he was asleep, and cut his body into seven pieces with the help of two male relatives in Gulshan-e-Hadeed, a township on the outskirts of the southern city of Karachi.&lt;br /&gt;“When we questioned her, after the deceased’s brother came to us for help, she confessed to the crime,” police official Nazar Mohammad Mangrio told Reuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Khatoon, 45, was arrested late last week and has been remanded in custody while the police frame charges against her.&lt;br /&gt;Khatoon said her 55-year-old husband had taken other wives and flaunted his infidelity, but she was pushed over the edge when he announced plans to take a fourth wife, according to the police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Islam permits men to take up to four wives, and while polygamy is not the norm in Pakistan, it is not rare either.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, anynot much to tell. I had to work today. Came home to a nice mess in the bathroom.  &lt;em&gt;Mommies Make Up Fun&lt;/em&gt;.  Them kids!  K, got the swing set together.  I think they went down the slide 86 times. I'm so glad they finally have soemthing else to do outside, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um, whatelse?? Happy Mother's day to all the gals with spawns &amp; satans.  Aw, that was not very nice.  Lord, I apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Welp, tha's it for me kids.  Hope your weekend is better than mine. Cheers all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peaceout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114757140808484197?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114757140808484197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114757140808484197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114757140808484197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114757140808484197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazies.html' title='Crazies'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114745219719644676</id><published>2006-05-12T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:43:17.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY, BABY, BABY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hi Lovelies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;So great news!!!!! New baby comeing..O, im so excited. Not my baby, but that's half the excitment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Anywho...I was gonna post last night, but It was like almost 2am and I wanted some ,aughm you know...So, I got that instead.  I went out last night to do a karoake contest, their doing it sorta like  an american idol thing. So, we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Wednesday was my birthday, so we went out for that as well, once i get the pic's from that, you'll see them. Fun, fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Alrighty, well. I hate to cut this short but this computer is goin slow ans its starting to piss me off So, we'll chat again soon, k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;                                                                                    peaceout.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114745219719644676?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114745219719644676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114745219719644676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114745219719644676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114745219719644676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/05/baby-baby-baby.html' title='BABY, BABY, BABY...'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114688170420758650</id><published>2006-05-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:15:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/wp-290.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/wp-290.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, y'all. Long time, ey? Yes, I know, and I have felt it as well ..&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, for I have come to post. Cheers for me!&lt;br /&gt;So, anywho. How is ya'll anyway? Me? I'm doin alright. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow is Jaxon's party. Spongebob is the man of the hour. Nothing fancy, (as if it ever is) but, its easy fun for the kids. Just outside at the park. It's a public park, but one of those ones, that not many people go to anymore. Or, well, there just not as busy. Thats better. Anyhow, I just have to pick up the cake, get some drinks. (Beer or Yeg?) hmm. Or maybe some pepsi &amp; juice. and perhaps throw in some potatoe chips. dang. i throw a kick ass party. !!NOT.&lt;br /&gt;We are down to one car now. Mine took a fuckin shit. Died and never woke the fuck up again. But, I have faith in my Lord Jesus that he will bestow a blessing upon me, and poof..new car for free!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeh! Thats what I want..and I still wait. No, but really.. I do have faith that something really good is due to me. Something. Something. Something, by golly crap!&lt;br /&gt;O, bye the fuckin way. As Im chatting along here, I am typeing in Kristen ITC. Love it, but..you can't see it!!! It never copys from word to blogger the same way. I can't figure this junk out?? Y the heck does this piece of shit computer gotta act up! Y mine? How come its not urs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mkay, guys. Im about done rambling on and on. As much as y'all love it, love it, love it!!&lt;br /&gt;I shall part ways. But, I leave you with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;   The Navy decides to offer early -retirement bonuses to its personnel. The rule is that a volunteer picks two spots on his body and gets $1,ooo for every inch in   .&lt;br /&gt;    One officer asks to be measured from the tip of his raised hand to his toes. He earns, $96.000.&lt;br /&gt;    A another man who is volunteering for early retirment is a grizzled old captain. "Measure me from the tip of my penis to my testicles," he demands.&lt;br /&gt;    The medical officer in charge explains that this might not be terribly profitable. But the captain inisists. He drops trou, and the medical officer places the tape measure on the tip of the captains penis and begins to work back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"My God!" the medical officer gasps. "Where are your testicles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Captain replies, "Vietnam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                     Peaceout.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114688170420758650?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114688170420758650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114688170420758650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114688170420758650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114688170420758650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114609127343961933</id><published>2006-04-26T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:41:13.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;     Do you ever feel like you just want to die. I mean, not commit sucide or anything necc. But, like you just wish some natural disaster would just take you away? You know you would miss your family and friends, but ..the rest of the bad stuff would just be done and gone. No more worries. I have to tell you, Im only 25 years old. I have two gorgeous wonderful, yet crazy kids, but they are my life. At the same time, thiere is apart me, that is just so tired already of dealing with life.! Does that make me weak? I know everyone has problems. But, it just seems like mine never end. .(I know urs dont either) But, hey, we're talking about me.!! Everytime I turn around, just when im thinking im ahead....BOOM!! Fuck it all to hell, cause that's where it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhow, I got tagged..so here it goes! You know the rules...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Taurus.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Taurus.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 WIERD/FACTS/THINGS about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;#1 I may not be officaly diagnosed, but I swear I'm Bi-Polar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;#2 I still love things about the 80's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;#3 I seriously think being Rich would make me happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;#4 If it weren't for my granparents pushing me so damn much, I would prolly be a SINGING FUCKIN STAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;#5 I sometimes wish I would have waited a bit longer until I had kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;#6 I masterbate a lot!!! Not beacause I Have too, but no one can please me like ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Alright, there you go..Suck it...Now its time to play tag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Peaceout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114609127343961933?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114609127343961933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114609127343961933' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114609127343961933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114609127343961933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-ever-feel-like-you-just-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114593513360487832</id><published>2006-04-24T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:18:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/God.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/400/God.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;First off, Congrats to me for my 3RD post in a row!!! Check me out! ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyfuckinwho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um it's time for me to send out a public announcment. Just for kicks, bare with me. You know what I think I despise more than anything in this world?? Or, at least damn near close it.. Is people who make up shit in thier heads, sometimes alone, sometimes maybe even with someone. But they just make up shit, and then go and tell it to other people. For exactly what reason I'm not sure, but they do and it really fuckin pisses me off.. If I were to take a wild guess, I would think I'd say some people are just so fuckin miserable, and so often Jealous of others, it eats them up inside, and the only way to deal with it, is by making other people look or feel bad about themselves. To all those people .........FUCK OFF! You are the people that suck the life out of everything, and Oh, you have no Character at all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;( And Lord please forgive me for this post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, I'm not done. Just done with that. So, how was everyones day? Don't cha' just love Mondays!? NOPE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got my son's birthday party set. I can't believe my baby's turning 2! I mean he's still my baby, not like I'm sending him of to college or nothin, but still!! Hayven just turned 3 in Feb. I mean, dang..And sadly, nope, we won't be doin that again. I mean 2 is just right, one boy one girl. But, I won't deny everyone ONCE in awhile I see a newborn and just freakin melt..aww, it's so sweet, Oh, How precious...then I wake up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mkay, well my eyes are getting heavy, so night-night :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peaceout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114593513360487832?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114593513360487832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114593513360487832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114593513360487832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114593513360487832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-off-congrats-to-me-for-my-3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114584011478039932</id><published>2006-04-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:55:14.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Cheater.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/400/Cheater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Well, Well...That'll show that guy not to fuck around, ya' think?  I should tell K that's what happens if ur a bad, bad boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/DumbAss.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/400/DumbAss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyhow, how was everyone weeked?  Mine wasa perty good, but I am pissed at myself cause I really didn't get a lot done around the house.  I went to my sisters on Friday to hang for a bit and we were up til close to 4 am.  So I was tired. Then at the last minute last night, I went to the Valley.  (bar) Kyle and some friends went to the Ohio State spring game.  He called to let me know they stopped and asked if I wanted to get a sitter and come down.  He was hilriously trashed.  I guess he fell of the bar-stool at Hooters.  Ofcourse, couldn't imagine why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Boyfriend%20remote.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/400/Boyfriend%20remote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;?? He took like 10 little bottles of Whisky to the game to drink w/some coke.  I think he took a few strait...ick! He was funny though. Gotta love em'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, back to work tomorrow. *Reminder to self to get CDL book this week.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My show is coming on tonight, so Im excited!!!! Have ya'll seen it? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BIG LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; O, i love it.  If u have HBO &amp; u haven't seen it, watch it. Do IT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, I wanna be done now. I'll stop by and see some of ya..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peaceout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114584011478039932?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114584011478039932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114584011478039932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114584011478039932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114584011478039932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114562387776002619</id><published>2006-04-21T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T05:51:17.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Morning Sunshines!  Again, I will send you all a worthless apology for not posting for a while.  What can I say? I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; playing Cowboy &amp; Indians with K!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Good fer me that I have a sista to post for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;So, moving on. I really do get busy. I only work 32 hrs a week, but btw a 2&amp;3 year old and of course the household chores, when I have free time, I don't always want to be on this computer.  U know who should have a blog though? K.  He is on this thing a whole lot more than me.  I should have him post for me some days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Speaking of work...I still have not gotten my CDL.  I need to get it done!!! WTF. Someone needs to get on my ass about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm looking into an internet business. I'm wanting to make alot of money, of course, I've always been skeptical about these sort of things, but, I've been doing alot of research on this, and I think I may give it a shot.  Once I get rich , I'll be sure to let you all know :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;What else? Hmm, the trash guy forgot to pick up our trash ...2 days ago. It's still sitting there. I called them up, and they said they were coming back by, they have a new guy and he missed a few people on our road. But, I'm looking and they still haven't come. Geeze. People prolly think we are some dirty asses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;My dog stinks. I think its time for some pert plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Mkay. Welp, Sadly folks, I have some shit to attend too. So I must bid you good by..See ya again in a few weeks.. ") (you know how i do it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Peaceout... O, here are some pics.. maybe..if they will load. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*It must be my template, cause it said it loaded?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114562387776002619?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114562387776002619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114562387776002619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114562387776002619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114562387776002619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/04/morning-sunshines-again-i-will-send.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114554503976647837</id><published>2006-04-20T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T07:57:19.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;"&gt;Why Oh Why doesn’t Sissy-Pooh ever get on and post anymore?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, it could be many reasons. Lets just see what I can come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;she ran out of gas on the way home last week and hasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;t made it home yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;she accidently put her hand in the garbage disposal and now can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;t type&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s to busy moving her furniture to get online&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;she met a new playmate online and only types for him now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;her washing machine over flowed and flooded her house, now she has no home&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;K lit one of his farts on fire and a bomb went off, (hence no home)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;one of her spawns flushed her phone line cord and now she has no internet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s fallen in the shower and can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;t get up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;she tried to get rid of her dog and the bitch bit off her hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;she witnessed a crime, now she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s in the witness protection program&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;someone saw HER commit a crime, now she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s after them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;just delivered an alien Baby, now she can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;t figure out why her electronic shit won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;t work&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;K and her had anal sex, now her ass hurts too bad to sit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;her toys batteries went dead, no one sells triple D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s near her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;new playmate gave her a virus,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(computer virus you perverts) when he sent pics of his big fat pee-pee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;her and K played Cowboys and Indians, K-Cowboy is keeping her tied up in the closet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;went to work, a resident hit on the head, now she has amnesia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;discovered she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s telepathic, now she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s sending her posts to one and all telepathically&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;she tried the Jedi mind trick on Jabba the Hut, and he fed her to his pet in the ground&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;went to Karaoke, a scout was there, and made her a star&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;bought some new underwear, they were to tight, had to be surgically removed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;tried to drive off after getting gas, forgot to remove the gas nozzle, blew up the gas station, now shes in jail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;ate some raw calamari, now shes too sick to get out of bed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;24.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;was bitten by a Vampire, now she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s one of the undead. (hey, it could happen)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;Buffy was there on vacation, and she had to stake Sissy-Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Castellar;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Rugrats;"&gt;s ass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;"&gt;Ok, there ya go, I’m sure there are tons of other reasons, but, I figured you could use your imagination for a change. Come on, it won’t kill ya! Try it, it’s fun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Later…………much luv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114554503976647837?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114554503976647837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114554503976647837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114554503976647837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114554503976647837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/04/word-from-me.html' title='A word from ME!!'/><author><name>ramblings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114507119832726030</id><published>2006-04-14T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:19:58.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Hey Ya'll. Sorry , had to change my template again. I can't help it, I have a problem. I change my furniture around in the house more often though. I can't seem to stand the same things the same way for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyhow, I hope no one minds the shit being at the top..and I still haven't got my site name up yet. This one seems a bit tricky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I found these and though they were a tad amusing..so check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;(Hope none are offending).....Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Q. What do you get when you cross a rooster with a flea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;A. An itchy cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Q. Why is a Laundromat a bad place for a guy to pick up women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;A. Women who can't even afford a washing machine will never be able to support you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Q. Why do women have arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;A. Have you any idea how long it would take to LICK a bathroom clean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114507119832726030?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114507119832726030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114507119832726030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114507119832726030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114507119832726030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114485584159466236</id><published>2006-04-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:30:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Alright. Here I go again. I tried to post the past couple of nights and this damn thing just shuts down right in the middle of posting. Somethings goin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anehow, K found a few articles to post, and they were quite amusing, so here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on.&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Police: Boy's Fake Obit Published So Mom Could Skip Work&lt;br /&gt;POSTED: 9:05 am EDT April 11, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WATERLOO, Iowa -- Some people will do anything to get out of work.&lt;br /&gt;Police in Iowa have arrested two people accused of filing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wcfcourier.com/articles/2006/01/01/obituaries/sunday/doc43b7ff02eb3a8013222610.txt" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;fake obituary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt; for teenager Dan "D.J." Reddout with a newspaper to get off work for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Police said James Ralph Snyder, who is the boyfriend of Reddout's mother, and the boy's mother, Mary Jo Elizabeth Jensen, submitted a death notice to the Waterloo-Cedar Falls Courier newspaper, saying that Jensen's 17-year-old son had died at the Mayo Clinic after a lengthy illness.&lt;br /&gt;Authorities were notified after the teen was spotted at a restaurant by some family friends.&lt;br /&gt;Police said the pair did it so they could get off work for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Both Snyder and Jensen worked at Tyson Foods and started taking time off from work in December by claiming the boy was hospitalized with an illness, the paper reported.&lt;br /&gt;As the scheme continued, Tyson officials were told the boy was on life support and had died, according to the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Snyder and Jensen took several days for funeral leave, the paper reported. After they took the days off, officials from Tyson told the pair they needed verification for their absences, the paper reported.&lt;br /&gt;"The boyfriend eventually went to the Waterloo Courier and had a false obituary placed in the newspaper to satisfy their employer," the Courier reported.&lt;br /&gt;The Courier reported that the teen's mother said the fake obituary was caused by "bad communication" and that Snyder submitted the obituary after she told him her son was ill and she had joked about his death.&lt;br /&gt;Synder is charged with tampering with records. Jensen is charged with being an accessory after the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The obituary read as follows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan “D.J.” Reddout (1988-2005)&lt;br /&gt;WATERLOO — Dan “D.J.” Reddout, 17, of Waterloo, died Saturday, Dec. 24, at the Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minn., of complications from surgery.&lt;br /&gt;He was born April 26, 1988, in Waterloo, son of James Snyder and Mary Jo Jensen. He attended West High School.&lt;br /&gt;Survived by: his parents of Waterloo; grandparents, Vern and Edie Reddout of Iowa City and Glenda Tidaman of Waterloo; an uncle, Kevin Reddout of Cedar Rapids; and two aunts, Janet Reddout of Cedar Rapids and Sandy (Randy) Lee of Stout.&lt;br /&gt;Graveside services: were Tuesday at Osage Memorial Cemetery, Osage.&lt;br /&gt;Memorials: may be directed to the family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;Really! Could you imagine? Thas crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mkay, gotta go clean out my car.. peaceout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114485584159466236?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114485584159466236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114485584159466236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114485584159466236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114485584159466236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114416602205640118</id><published>2006-04-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:53:42.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from My Sponser!! Hee, just a joke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well hello there fellow bloggers. I just wanted to give you something new to read since my dear ole sissy-pooh can only get on here to post like 2 times a week. So, here I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hope you enjou my mutterings and my ramblings. I am so typical. I just wanted to come on here and say that when I get to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; we are so going to &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;PARTY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ok, so now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let me just take a few minutes to also say that I plan on being very bad! I mean very, very, very, bad. Heehee, hahahahahaha!! God, I so can’t wait! No seriously I can’t. anyways the closer that it gets to leaving day, I get totally stupid and hyper and all kinds of excited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have a such an awesome time when I go that, it seems like I shouldn’t come home, but I do also know that when it comes to life, I’d have just as much stress there as I would here at home. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; is my escape from my hum-drum life of ordinary existence here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Does anyone have that place they can just go to relax, get away from it all, and just be happy for awhile?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now you might be thinking I’ve slipped a few notches in your opinion, and I can say well I wouldn’t blame you, but I honestly don’t care, really. We all do shit that isn’t right, but unless you are living someone else’s life with them, you don’t have any reason to judge. Trust me though, I’ve been in the same boat as you. And I did my fair share of judging others, and I still don’t agree with it, or think it’s in any way ok, but I understand where that desperation and unhappiness comes from. Because I can tell you, that is me right now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Desperate to make this shame marriage work, but not even happy or hopeful that it will.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do you fix something when the other person refuses to see or admit is broke? Well now, duh, you can’t.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well lets move off that subject, or else you’ll be depressed as me about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;So, my wonderful sister’s better have some major shit planned this weekend. I’, damn near finished packing, and really hopeful that I can leave tonight. Ok, so I’m gonna go and get the fuck outta here, and I will be seeing you all later. Don’t forget to check out &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://getrite2it.blogspot.com/"&gt;my blog&lt;/a&gt; on your way out. Toodles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;P.S. enjoy the joke and pics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Here’s a little ditty from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://thetravisty.com/Just_Funny.php?FN=Lord_of_the_Rings_%28Prince_Albert%29.wmv"&gt;TRAVISTY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7873/1884/1600/free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7873/1884/320/free.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7873/1884/1600/biostewie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7873/1884/320/biostewie3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114416602205640118?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114416602205640118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114416602205640118' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114416602205640118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114416602205640118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/04/word-from-my-sponser-hee-just-joke.html' title='A word from My Sponser!! Hee, just a joke!'/><author><name>ramblings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114374793490126926</id><published>2006-03-30T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:45:34.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Welp, we did the park thing today. I forgot how to run, I think I am majorly out of shape here folks. Agh..It felt really great though in the end, so I want to keep going to the parks. It wore the kids out and thats a plus! dog too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyhow, just enjoying my day off. I might even call it a &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; day.. So, Im going leave you with a few things to ponder. I've heard a few of these before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Liners to Ponder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Take my advice; I don't use it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2. A clean desk is a sign of a cluttered desk drawer.&lt;br /&gt;3. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you!&lt;br /&gt;4. He who smiles in a crisis has found someone to blame.&lt;br /&gt;5. I saw Elvis. He sat between me and Bigfoot on the UFO.&lt;br /&gt;6. A procrastinator's work is never done.&lt;br /&gt;7. My favorite mythical creature? The honest politician.&lt;br /&gt;8. Despite the high cost of living, it remains popular.&lt;br /&gt;9. Even crime wouldn't pay if the government ran it.&lt;br /&gt;10. A day without sunshine is like, well, night.&lt;br /&gt;11. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;12. I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen it all, done it all, can't remember most of it.&lt;br /&gt;14. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used&lt;br /&gt;against you.&lt;br /&gt;15. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges.&lt;br /&gt;16. Honk if you love peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;17. It is hard to understand how a cemetery raised its burial cost and blamed it on the cost&lt;br /&gt;of living.&lt;br /&gt;18. The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's&lt;br /&gt;a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;19. It is said that if you line up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be&lt;br /&gt;stupid enough to try and pass them.&lt;br /&gt;20. You can't have everything, where would you put it?&lt;br /&gt;21. The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there&lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;22. A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.&lt;br /&gt;23. It was recently discovered that research causes cancer in rats.&lt;br /&gt;24. Everybody lies, but it doesn't matter since nobody listens.&lt;br /&gt;25. I wished the buck stopped here, as I could use a few.&lt;br /&gt;26. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.&lt;br /&gt;27. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear&lt;br /&gt;them speak.&lt;br /&gt;28. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a leaky tire.&lt;br /&gt;29. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal the neighbor's newspaper,&lt;br /&gt;that's the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;30. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;31. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.&lt;br /&gt;32. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.&lt;br /&gt;33. If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;34. If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again; it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;35. Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;36. Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;37. Going to church does not make you a Christian anymore than going to McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;makes you a hamburger."&lt;br /&gt;38. A coincidence is when God performs a miracle, and decides to remain anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;39. Sometimes the majority only means that all the fools are on the same side.&lt;br /&gt;40. Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;br /&gt;41. No more about Elvis, OK? Thankyouverymuch&lt;br /&gt;42. I believe in dragons, good men, and other fantasy creatures&lt;br /&gt;43. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.&lt;br /&gt;44. A man's life is spent between episodes of women being mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;45. Sometimes it's more important to do it than to do it right.&lt;br /&gt;46. Time isn.t money . . . it.s more valuable than that.&lt;br /&gt;47. I don't eat snails... I prefer FAST food!&lt;br /&gt;48. Anyone who uses the phrase 'easy as taking candy from a baby' has never tried taking&lt;br /&gt;candy from a baby.&lt;br /&gt;49. Most of us can keep a secret. It's the people we tell it to who can't.&lt;br /&gt;50. By the time we realize our parents were right, we have children who think we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114374793490126926?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114374793490126926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114374793490126926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114374793490126926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114374793490126926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/welp-we-did-park-thing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114360246846324036</id><published>2006-03-28T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:21:08.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Alright. First of all, my fuckin dog stinks. K, gave er' a bath today, but, this dog still stinks! I got her groomed a few weeks ago, and she smelled great. So, I think she's just gonna have to be groomed by a paid professional. Unless, I try the kids shampoo. That would smell sooo much better than her dog one. Is that dangerous? I'll check too see if it's been tested on animals or not.? uhm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. I'm getting ready to schedule my exam to get my fuckin CDL. Welp; more like, I might wanna start studying atleast.. remember? I have to get for work, so I can drive our residents out on outings. not so much looking foward to that, ya'll. One chick in another one of our facilities (better spell check on that one), failed her test and had to take it again. So, please pray or wish me luck on that one pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note. I'm back on a diet, and tryin to exercise more. Although, Im not sure how long it will last. I'm such a fuckin yo-yo dieter. My biggest habbit latley is that I won't eat all day long, and then wake up in the middle of the night, starving! And get up and eat. No shit. Can u even believe it? U would think I would learn that it's not exactly gonna work, if Im gonna eat in the middle of the night, and then go to sleep. henceforth, burning off no calories at all. (u do burn a very small amount though just sleeping. ) But anyhow. Diets and I are old friends. I'll tell ya what fuckin sucks though. When they banded Ephedra. Man, I loved that stuff. It really kept me going, and not feel hungry at all. Ephedra was the shit that worked! But, no. Some stupid little shits decided to take like 10 a day and think that wasn't even slightly considered a bit much. C'mon! fuckers..&lt;br /&gt;I did read that its allowed now. Only at 10 mgs  per pill. I guess u could double dose, but still. I'm reluctant to buy it cause it's not cheap. Would be worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mkay, I'm outta here. fyi. I Still Can't get them pictures on! piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;peaceout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114360246846324036?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114360246846324036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114360246846324036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114360246846324036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114360246846324036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114316871368424674</id><published>2006-03-23T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:51:53.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;So. I'm glad that I had my little shin-dig. It turned out quite well. Not everyone came that I invited, however, it still was a good time. I hadn't really intended to buy anything, since I already had spent money at the one I went too. But. I decided to get some 'Heads Up,' for Kyle, and then he bought a couple things. One of my friends from work came, and ended up drinking more than she could handle and kept asking the party lady when she would be done, cause she was more than ready to go to the bars to drink more...that was a trainwreck, aswell as amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is all I got for ya'll at the moment. But, I will leave you with some pics, and some from St. Patty. Belated. But here ya go nonetheless. O &amp; minus the cock cookies cause I ran outa time and couldn't make them. Not that I need them anyhow...It's time to get serious about losing this fucking nasty fat off my body. Which y'all will be able to tell from the pic's...eww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. peaceout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;*Having tech probs w/uploading...*&lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114316871368424674?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114316871368424674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114316871368424674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114316871368424674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114316871368424674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114298224936160145</id><published>2006-03-21T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:04:09.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penis Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Alrighty, I don't think I told everyone that I was having my own little "Toy Party". It's tomorrow, and even though I wasn't really looking forward to it, I kinda am now. I'm leaving work early tomorrow and going to buy some food, and some drinks. Im thinking, Pineapple Rum, beer, and ah..yes, some yeg I think. I figured I'd just get everyone drunk. I'm only doing it for some fun, so, I've let them all know they don't have to buy a damn thing, just so they'll come. Sound slightly desperate? yep, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyhow, I'll take some pic's of that little gathering and then post them later along with some belated St. Pattys pics aswell. O, I almost forgot, I was wanting to make some decorative &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENIS COOKIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Now, do I have to mold them myself into such a shape, or do they sale cookingware for that? Either way. I can deal. Not like I've never handled a penis before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;peaceout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114298224936160145?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114298224936160145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114298224936160145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114298224936160145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114298224936160145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/penis-anyone.html' title='Penis Anyone?'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114272210385466900</id><published>2006-03-18T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:48:23.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;They say our love is taboo,&lt;br /&gt;that what we're doing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say,&lt;br /&gt;'cause my love is so strong.&lt;br /&gt;They tell us we should be ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;we're not husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;But I cherish each moment with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you're in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;You're my prison bitch, my prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;you're not like other men&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we share a prison cell,&lt;br /&gt;when lights go out at ten&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape the way I feel, now that would be a crime.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I am doing you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind doing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cause your my prison bitch, my prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And I have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I got you for a candy bar, and a pack of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;At first you were resistant, but now you are my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I would get you in the end&lt;br /&gt;Prison bitch, prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that you were sent from up above.&lt;br /&gt;Prison bitch, prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And now you are my prisoner of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;(prison bitch singing:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm your prison bitch, your prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And you're a sex machine.&lt;br /&gt;I only have but one request, how 'bout some vaseline.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this prison cell, I need to get away.&lt;br /&gt;They sentenced me to seven years,&lt;br /&gt;not seven times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm your prison bitch, your prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;You nymphomaniac, I really hate these knockers,&lt;br /&gt;that you've tattooed on my back.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could break away, but now I'm losing hope.&lt;br /&gt;And God I'm tired of picking up the soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Prison bitch, prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Turn out the lights 'cause I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;Prison bitch, prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;When I get out, I'm ready to go straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;You're my prison bitch, my prison bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;You're not like all the others,&lt;br /&gt;too bad they had to die.&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I think I'll stay if you want me to,&lt;br /&gt;your prison bitch is never leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;At first you were my cell mate,&lt;br /&gt;but now you're my soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;So come here baby, come here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh no! Not again!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why they call you a hardened criminal.&lt;br /&gt;Hang on! You about to find out why they call this the "pokey".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just a few words of thought from Rodney Carrington.. I love that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, fun day for me. We got to take the kids and Gunnar (my nephew) to Chuck E Cheese today..or at least that was the plan. Yeah, my idea. Shit, it did sound good at first. Let the kids have some non-expensive fun. *ey*.  It was friggan packed as hell!! I didn't know people actually still went there, thoug? really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;M'so, we went to pizza hut and then to Magic Mountain. BTW, what n the hell is wrong with the parenting skills of these other kids I see.  There were the rudest kids there. Im like dang! And non of the parents were even watching thier own spawns of something fierce. I dunno, they fun anyhow, so thats all that counts anywho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alright, and o, I also have pic's from last night, but, It really ate ass! But, I'll post them alittle later, just for shits &amp; giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy fuckin weekend to y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;peaceout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114272210385466900?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114272210385466900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114272210385466900' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114272210385466900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114272210385466900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/they-say-our-love-is-taboo-that-what_18.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114263618016728722</id><published>2006-03-17T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:56:20.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mkay, Well, I had a few complaints about My construction page, so poof! it's gone. This is not the template Im staying with, but, it will hold for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy St. Patty's Day to you all! I will be out tonight, getting all drunk prolly, and feeling like junk in the morning...Its a sad, sad, way to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mkay, back to work for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Peaceout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114263618016728722?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114263618016728722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114263618016728722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114263618016728722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114263618016728722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/mkay-well-i-had-few-complaints-about.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114247187901754736</id><published>2006-03-15T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:17:59.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, ya'll.  Im still workin here. But, Im gonna be posting something that, I really want some comments on. Just stay tuned...(My newscaster writing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaceout..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114247187901754736?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114247187901754736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114247187901754736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114247187901754736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114247187901754736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114217119584104334</id><published>2006-03-12T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T05:46:35.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#98FB98;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chinese Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/chinese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exotic yet ordinary.People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Borrowed this from &lt;strong&gt;Chelle&lt;/strong&gt;.  I think this fits me...Does urs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114217119584104334?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114217119584104334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114217119584104334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114217119584104334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114217119584104334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-chinese-foodexotic-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114212360678225444</id><published>2006-03-11T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:33:26.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great damn news. I finally figured out how to put new templates on here. After months of fucking around, I got it. Although, I do have a few quirks to work out,(like how to get the rite fit). But, Im breaking ground, and well, damn it, I proud of little ole me. So, while Im doing that, here's a few words of wisdom for ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man is calling on his best friend to pay a condolence call the day after the friend's wife has died.&lt;br /&gt;When he knocks on the door, he gets no answer, so he decides to go in and see if everything is all right. Upon entering the house, the man discovers his friend in the living room having sex with the maid.&lt;br /&gt;"Jack", says the man, "Your wife just died yesterday!!" His friend looks up and says, "In this grief, do you think I know what I'm doing?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you know your girlfriend is really hot? When you put your hand in her panties and it feels like you're feeding a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had a rooster and you had a donkey and your donkey ate my rooster's feet, what would I have? Two feet of my cock in your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114212360678225444?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114212360678225444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114212360678225444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114212360678225444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114212360678225444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-damn-news.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114200920230221388</id><published>2006-03-10T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:46:42.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/crap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/crap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/dingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/dingo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/lost_dog_slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/lost_dog_slut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could swear that I only had 4 Draft beers and 2 shots of yeg, but my hangover that lasted all day yesterday said otherwise. I don't think I have had a headache for that long ever, and now I feel like I may be getting the flu or some shit. Thats wonderful. Looking forward to being sick once again. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to help my sister pack and take some stuff to storage, but, I just don't think I have it in me today. My body is hurting like all hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle went out last night, and didn't come through the door untill 5am this morning. The last time he did that it was like 7am, and he told me he got robbed by 3 guys while at a stop light and they drove around in his car for 6hrs while they smoked crack. True story..I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I was alittle pissed. But, this time his story was more beliveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to get married. Ofcourse, he asked me last night(oops, this morning) if I still wanted to marry him. I do, even though. I love the guy, but he really does have respect issues. If I came through the door at the hour, he would not be happy. I will deal though. I asked him if he was out gettin some..no ofcourse, and for the most part I do believe him. Only because I know him, and it was done to him repeatedly, and I know it hurt him, so Im hopeful that he wouldn't do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Im going to go rest for a bit. I have some errands to do today against my will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114200920230221388?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114200920230221388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114200920230221388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114200920230221388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114200920230221388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-could-swear-that-i-only-had-4-draft.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114177253063399813</id><published>2006-03-07T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:02:10.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I know. Where the hell have I been…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I’m sorry, but I just get to lazy. And my computer has been so slow, as if dial up isn’t supposed to be, but it just drives me crazy. Then that dang blogger wouldn’t upload my pic’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I am at least making an effort. However, I’m at work right now, and it is just so slow, that this seemed like a good time as any to attempt to post some type of crap to hopefully amuse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my toys came in today. The ones I ordered at the toy party…I am very anxious to try them bad boys out! Kyle and I had a fun time last night, we played one of those sexual/relationship games. I laughed my ass off at first though. It was just funny! First thing we had to do was, “kiss and touch each other lovingly.” After I finally stopped laughing uncontrollably, we found that it really was a good game to get into. So, needless to say, we will be playin that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayven came back Saturday. I was sooooo excited to see her. The whole way home, all I did was keep grinning at er’. My hopes that she would return a better behaved child, did not at all happen, I think she may be infact a bit worse, actually. She definitely has spent most of her time next to me since she’s been back. When I came back to work Monday, she kept asking if I was coming back…poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, that’s all I got for ya’ll tonight. So, hope this will do till next time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114177253063399813?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114177253063399813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114177253063399813' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114177253063399813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114177253063399813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114109906882997215</id><published>2006-02-25T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:57:48.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that I have been neglecting my blog life lately, and for that I am sorry. I just seem to be either to busy or to lazy to post. So, I will do my best to make up for it, in this mear lousey thing you call writing. ..don't hold your breath though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;***A few days later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its taken me for ever to post this blog. I started it on Saturday, and now it's Monday night. (yes, just one paragraph) As it was, I was posting about my sister coming into town. Which, by the way, we had a marvelous time.  Then she popped over w/her friend, who was very sweet. And then I got side tracked. But, it was still here. So, I just picked up where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle left for Lousianna last night. His cousin &amp; him were driving thier to help build. It was supposed to be for 2 weeks and be some good money. They were going to stay at a camp ground. We had some really awsome love goin on before he left. He was so sincere with me, saying how much he would miss me. (he's not too solid on showing affection) And, he wasn't gonna see Hayven for&lt;em&gt; another&lt;/em&gt; week. I really didn't think that I would be so upset. But, I was. I just really felt sick to my stomach when he was leaving. The crazy thing is, is that tonight, I was waiting for him to call, and I was like, come on, hurry, Im dying. And then he calls, and he says that they have been looking since noon, and could not find one place to stay. And let me tell you he is not sounding like he is in a good mood, AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I would prolly be agravated as all hell, if I drove all that way, and couldn't do what I planned. But, all I heard was, 'I hafta come home, fuck!' He didn't say it, but I felt it.  I also think I have a habit of hearing things that arn't really thier.  If y'all knew him, like me though, somtimes he comes accross alittle different then he really is. So, I have to remind myself, that he's just upset about the drive, and that he hasnt slept for 34 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pee, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mkay, all done. Anywho. Im gonna post some pictures now. None that really mean anything, but I just felt like putting on here. Just some nonsence. Some shit to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace OUt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mkay, never mind I guess. It's being alittle bit of a bitch, and not letting me post my pic's...too bad too, cause they were good. I'll try later. Peace out...&lt;em&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114109906882997215?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114109906882997215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114109906882997215' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114109906882997215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114109906882997215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-that-i-have-been-neglecting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114039606078382505</id><published>2006-02-19T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:41:00.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114039606078382505?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114039606078382505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114039606078382505' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114039606078382505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114039606078382505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114039577368464021</id><published>2006-02-19T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:36:13.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *********************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114039577368464021?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114039577368464021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114039577368464021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114039577368464021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114039577368464021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114039538310651641</id><published>2006-02-19T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:29:43.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mkay, no time to talk..got pic's to show..so deal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *********************Her Birthday party at her Aunts house in Florida*******************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114039538310651641?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114039538310651641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114039538310651641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114039538310651641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114039538310651641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/mkay-no-time-to-talkgot-pics-to-showso.html' title='Mkay, no time to talk..got pic&apos;s to show..so deal!'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-114029850017220654</id><published>2006-02-18T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T13:35:04.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's havin fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/P1010084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/P1010084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Yep, my baby is having a wonderful time without her mama. I am doing mucha better. I haven't posted for awhile, but that's just cuz I have been very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to this&lt;strong&gt; toy party&lt;/strong&gt; tonight, that one of the girls from work was having. But Im even to lazy to go to that. I dunno, I just don't feel like getting all dressed again. And going and spending the money, on dildos that I won't even use. (Ima do it myself, kinda girl, without equipment) Not that I wouldn't or couldn't enjoy myself with one. But'cha know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hows things out there with everyone? Good...real good. Glad to hear it. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mkay. That's all I really have for ya. I know, I am ever so lame..Give me a chance to get drunk, and the we'll see what happens??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-114029850017220654?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/114029850017220654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=114029850017220654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114029850017220654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/114029850017220654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/shes-havin-fun.html' title='She&apos;s havin fun...'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113977855044079180</id><published>2006-02-12T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:09:10.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget a River, Cry me an Ocean or Something!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Hayven%20in%20the%20Dryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Hayven%20in%20the%20Dryer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think that's what I might do. I'm tellin u guys, I just don't know what to do with myself. The lift off went good. She was so excited to get on the plane. She kept saying, "Love you, mommy. See you in alittle bit, okay." I was just, like aghhh!! No, more like 3weeks baby. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT, This is what happens when relastionships don't work out and there is a child involved. Sadly, she has to travel far. At least it isn't often. But then again, maybe it would be easier that way...I don't know. I just know that Im a mess. I have Jaxon, and Im thrilled. But, I don't like to send my baby girl away for so long. IT'S JUST ME!! B/c she is going to have so much fun. I should be happy for her, and I am. They have a ton of stuff planned to do. It's just sad for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alright ya'll I need to give it a rest. I know I will feel better as the days pass, and that hopefully before I know it, she will be back home with me, driving me nuts, and making an obscene amount of messes. Which I will be excited as hell to contend with! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For now, Im going to search around and find something to post that will not be quite as depressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Peace Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113977855044079180?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113977855044079180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113977855044079180' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113977855044079180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113977855044079180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/forget-river-cry-me-ocean-or-something.html' title='Forget a River, Cry me an Ocean or Something!!!!'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113967347129233437</id><published>2006-02-11T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T07:57:51.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sad, sad, day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/goin%20out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/goin%20out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Welp, ya'll, today's the day.. I have to pick the ex up at the airport. His plane comes in at 2:43. Then we will drive back, get his hotel room and it will begin. He's gonna be pissed, cuz I've invited everyone and their brother to come to the hotel and swim. Then I take them to the airport tomorrow &amp;amp; the plane leaves at like 12:40. And then, she's gone. My baby girl will be gone for 3 whole long ugly weeks!!! Aghhh...Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I plan to keep busy and get drunk alot. Mkay, maybe not alot, but I'm gonna have a few good nights. It's going to be so odd, just having Jaxon in the house. It will be so quite. But, atleast I still have him. These are times that Im glad we had another baby. Not that he's a baby anymore, damn, that kid is just growing before my eyes at the speed of light. Did I tell ya'll about him fallin out of his crib? I don't think i did. But let me tell you..It was scary. He had so much blood, b/c he hit his head on a toy oven. They gave him that Derma Bond stich stuff, and he has been so good about not touching it. That's my boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alright. Well, I reckon it's about that time to start getting ready. Im dreading this guys, I really am. But, I will survive. So, Im told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Peace Out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113967347129233437?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113967347129233437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113967347129233437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113967347129233437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113967347129233437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-sad-sad-day.html' title='It&apos;s a sad, sad, day...'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113944490935094326</id><published>2006-02-08T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:52:33.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/redneck6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/redneck6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, Funny story for ya. My sister Gina had a superbowl party, good for her, her team won. Steeler Central in that house. Anywho. A friend of ours who just recently got out of a bad relastionship, ended up meeting a guy about a week ago, and invited him to the party. Very nice guy it seems but only time will tell I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Soo, in the midst of the game, ready...okay, one of her teeth fell out!! Yes, just fell the fuck out. So, she's tryin to hide it from this guy and runs back to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Mkay, so the actual funny part?? I go back to the bathroom to check things out.. And what the hell do I see? My sister is fuckin super glueing her tooth back into her gums!!! I about died!! Even funnier though, is that she had to super glue it two other times after that to make it stay in!!! OMG, it was just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We spent so much time running back into the bathroom, that her guy started to ask what the deal was. Well, she obviously didn't want to share that info with him just yet. Sometimes, a missing tooth can be turnoff I guess? So then he starts to wonder when she doesn't tell him. Come to find out, he thought we were back there doing drugs!! Apparently he's not into that kinda recreational fun. But whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, thats my story. Not much else going on. I haven't talked to the ex, so Im assuming he isn't going to protest about giving him money. Then again, I know him, so it will come up again. Hayven leaves for Florida on Sunday, for 3 weeks. Im looking forward to some silence on the whining situation. But Im gonna be in pieces without her, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alrighty, well, Im gonna end this here. Im off tomorrow, so I should be back around at some point. Time to put the kids to bed and cook some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;....Peace Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113944490935094326?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113944490935094326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113944490935094326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113944490935094326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113944490935094326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-funny-story-for-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113900592825775751</id><published>2006-02-03T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:32:08.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Trainwreck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will someone please tell me what in the world of fuck is awrong with some people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;            Take this. Let me tell you this brief story and please TELL ME IF IM WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;My ex-husband and I agreed to take turns each year claiming our daughter. One who mind you, pays childsupport, but doesn't see her very often.Often meaning she's turning three the 15th and he has seen her I think 3 times. Now, it isn't neccesarley his fault, b'/c he lives far away. However.. I was told that while he can claim her as his dependent, since she didn't live with him at all, he can't claim her as earned income. Mind you, this is all junk I didn't relize. So, I claimed her as earned income. Not as a dependent though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;           Needless to say, he was PISSED! Apparently I was supposed to lie and say that she did infact live with him. That people do it all the time. And thats what I agreed to. WAIT! UP! I mean really??? How in the living hell is that fair?? I mean, Im not trying to be a bitch. I swear. I could maybe see it, like if he lived in the same town, and he got her like every weekend or everyother whatever.Therefore, contributing more financially for her. But, he doesn't. Therefore Kyle and I are her main providers. So why should he get that money? I mean I just don't understand? Am I wrong, is it wrong that I don't think he should get that? So, now he wants me to give him some. And I don't want to fuck em over, that wasn't my intention. He had plans for that extra cash. But I had plans too. And considering that I never knew much about this shit, I'm feeling kinda like..I worked hard for that money. I worked hard taking care of her. (I luv her, but she is a wild one) I don't want to have hard feelings about it. But I guess I just don't see it the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So there's your cue..what do y'all think? Should I give him money? Or is it rightfuly mine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113900592825775751?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113900592825775751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113900592825775751' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113900592825775751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113900592825775751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-trainwreck.html' title='What a Trainwreck!'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113875956370403866</id><published>2006-01-31T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:06:03.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That Smell??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;         M'kay, here's the thing. At work we're working on a project for a Stained Glass window. It was to start at 6:30 and ofcourse I always get a few that will wonder in like 45 minutes early..(nothin else to do I suppose) and they will just sit and wait and watch time pass. Welp, the one resident that came in early, is one of the ladies that you don't have to see her, you just smell her.. Its awful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;         So, Im back at my desk, working on next months newsletter, and all the sudden I just smelled a strong piss odor. aghh, gag! I didn't even have to look pass my computer to know who it was. Mind you, we still had about 30 minutes to go before the damn activity even started. So..by the time it did start, my activity room reaked of piss! This lady is the type that trys to reuse her depends. Its just plain nasty.&lt;br /&gt;As the others started to gather in, a few of them looked my way and gave the pee-eww signal. No shit, people, I've been smellin it for quite some time now, thanx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;          Anyhow. that was just alittle insight into my day..(hope ya'll already ate).&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much else. I have to work early tomorrow, but then im off for 2 whole days. Wow. I love my job! ofcourse, aside from the stinky people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So, Later Gaters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113875956370403866?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113875956370403866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113875956370403866' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113875956370403866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113875956370403866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s That Smell??'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113867158503335422</id><published>2006-01-30T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:39:45.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays Suck Ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Like%202%20peas%20in%20a%20pod.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Like%202%20peas%20in%20a%20pod.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I don't know why its this way, but it is. I just don't care much for Mondays. (ofcourse who the hell does?) Its not even as if I could complain either, I mean shit,I don't have to go in until 11am. I  get off (get off?) at 7:30, usualy I leave around 7 though. Nonetheless, not my favorite day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        So this weekend went well. Gina (bday girl) did not want to get out of the car to enter the birthday house. She was ready to hit the bars. But, finally we convinced her, and Surprise! We had a good time. She got pushed around in a wheelchair for numerous hours. (just b/c she wanted too) and then the driver made a quick turn and she went flyin out of it and hit her head on the t.v. .. yeah, it was some funny shit. She didn't quite remember much the next day..musta been the hennesy..and the yeg, and the beer..That sister is priceless thats fo'sure.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;            Welp guys, that's all I really got for ya tonight. Im just ready to hit the couch and watch some t.v before my lazy ass goes to sleep. So, I'll check back with ya'll later on tomorrow.. &lt;em&gt;Night Night, Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite cha'....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113867158503335422?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113867158503335422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113867158503335422' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113867158503335422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113867158503335422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/mondays-suck-ass.html' title='Mondays Suck Ass!'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113841331929178248</id><published>2006-01-27T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:55:19.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>876-5309..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey ya'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, geeze-crap..believe it or not today was a pretty good day.. I did some shopping. Not enough though, so I will be going back out after work tomorrow. *sigh* I really don't feel like working tomorrow, and Im pleased to say, that its not often I say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister is coming in tonight, and tomorrow night is the surprise party for my other sister.. hopefully we don't have a problem making it a surprise. She's been a bit difficult to keep a secret from.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I am sure it will be a blast. I'll have fun anyhow, fuck the rest of em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadly though, Hayven is complaining of her ear hurting her, and she's tossing and turning in bed, so hopefully it's not somthing that gets worse, and for some unexpected reason I will have to stay at home with her...*gasp* o, not this weekend!! Welp, i mean, not for any weekend, i mean geez, i dont want her to be ill at all. "(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M'righty then.. I think im outa here. I'm ready to watch me some t.v. So I'll update you guys sometime tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peaces Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113841331929178248?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113841331929178248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113841331929178248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113841331929178248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113841331929178248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/876-5309.html' title='876-5309..'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113830957531280271</id><published>2006-01-26T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T13:06:15.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation Spot Y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/redneck_yacht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/redneck_yacht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't it awsome? ...O, what a dream it would be..just needs some tlc. Mkay, it needs alot more than that, but I saw this, and I had to show it off. Hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyhow, not much exciting going on today..did some house work. My blessing of  a daughter created quite a mess for me to clean up. She first dumped a whole box of cereal on my bed, and then while using the 'potty' today, she took a nice shit, and then thought to smear it all over the bathroom sink..it was great fun cleaning it up. This is the joy of motherhood..I guess I will deal. She will be leaving in a couple weeks to go to florida with her dad to see his family, and I know while I will enjoy some silence and sanity for a bit, I will miss her greatly.. Jaxon will prolly not no what to do with himself without his big sister around. beating him, taking his toys..etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright now. Im gonna run, still got stuff to do..*sigh*.. Peace Out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113830957531280271?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113830957531280271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113830957531280271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113830957531280271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113830957531280271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-vacation-spot-yall.html' title='My Vacation Spot Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113807295870573516</id><published>2006-01-23T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:22:38.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Once again, if it can happen to me it will&lt;/em&gt;. I went out saturday night to celebrate my sisters birthday. I didn't get &lt;em&gt;trashed &lt;/em&gt;by any means, but when I got home I was all alone in the house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/warningboring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/warningboring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;which never happens for me. So, I turned on some tunes, and was running around the house with the dog, acting like a jack-ass and ended up slipping on my kitchen floor. It hurt for a bit, but after that I was fine...Untill I woke up on Sunday, and couldnt friggin walk at all!! OMG. It hurt. So, I ended up hopping around all day, b/c mynot so considerate other half went to watch some football and drink some beer and left my ass at home to take care of the kids ..alone..and hardly able to get around. I was &lt;em&gt;pissed&lt;/em&gt;! Actually I was alittle saddend by his actions. It was like dang. What the hell? Mkay.. well, I'll remember that... He did &lt;em&gt;feel bad&lt;/em&gt; after the fact. Said the guys were buying him drinks..woo the fuck who for you. Little late, and didn't help me...but I'll take what I can get. I don't know why I would expect anything less though. I mean I know the guy loves me, but he seriously is so inconsiderate sometimes that it just amazes me. Anyhow. Im about exhausted from all my gimping around, that im about damn near close to fallin asleep. So, Im gonna check out a few places and catch y'all later....Peace Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113807295870573516?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113807295870573516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113807295870573516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113807295870573516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113807295870573516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113769324244962438</id><published>2006-01-19T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:54:02.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This will be boring---------------------------------------</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm sorry, but I don't have much rite now.  I got the kids down for a nap, so its silent, except for my tunes that im playing.  Did some laundry, still doin laundry actullay. Did my sink full of dishes. And Im currently drinking a beer. (its noon). Is that bad? hum, mkay it doesnt even matter, b/c im fine with it....Sooo, Im tryin to figure out what songs I can sing for my residents in Feb. Im really not excited about having to put a 'program' together. I haven't done that for quite some time, and I'll have to be paticular about what I sing, I can't go up in there and sing &lt;em&gt;My Humps&lt;/em&gt; or nothin.. That would be some funny shit though if i did. ") hehe.. Anyhow, incase I haven't mentioned, My grandparents raised me. My mom died when I was 11, and I don't know who my dad is. I grew up thinking my step-dad was really my dad, then my mom died, and I found out that wasn't true, so my grandparents fought to get custody of me. They won. He wasn't all that great, so I wasn't exactly upset. Anywho, after my g/parents got custody of me, they soon discovered I could carry a note a little. After I got alittle older, my voice got stronger, and they started pushing me to make a career out of it.  Pretty soon, that was all I did. And not by choice. I got soooo tired of it. I very rarely got to do much else, but sing. When I was about 17 I got close to a record deal, but, by then I was so sick of it, that I ended up packing my shit up, and moved in  with a good friend, soon after I decided to move to Ohio to live with my sister. (I literaly flew there, and didnt tell them where I was untill I got to Ohio. (i lived in florida at the time) I'll never forget the phone conversation when I called...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My Grandma awnsers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gma&lt;/strong&gt;: Hi..What are u doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Um, nothing. What are u doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gma&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, just sitting here with your gpa on the porch. He thinks if you come home, we could work alot of this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, I have to tell u something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gma&lt;/strong&gt;: Alright. It doesnt sound like Im going to like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Will u go some place else, so I can tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gma&lt;/strong&gt;: I suppose.. (asks gpa if he wants sum more coffee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gma:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, im in the bathroom. go ahead. Where are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; at right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, Im sure your not going to like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gma&lt;/strong&gt;: I suppose ur with that Aaron. (a guy they didnt like much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, Im not. Um, Im at Ginas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gma&lt;/strong&gt;: What?  How are u at Ginas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: She flew me too Ohio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gma&lt;/strong&gt;: Starts to cry* how could u do this to ur gpa? I can't talk 2 u rite now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And she hangs up. And I felt horrible. But I was so tired of them running every single detail of my life. More info on that at a later time, but my point of this long look into part of my life is that, since then, I sing at Karoke and thats about it. But, my work has been wanting me to put on a show for them since Ive started. I hate having the pressure of practicing, picking music, making sure I sound good. the nerves of it all!! And not to mention. My gma is all over it now. (My granpa passed away about a year ago). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyways, I better run for now, Jax is up and ready to get outa bed, (not long enough ") )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Peace Out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113769324244962438?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113769324244962438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113769324244962438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113769324244962438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113769324244962438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-will-be-boring.html' title='This will be boring---------------------------------------'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113762222553720077</id><published>2006-01-18T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:10:25.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What' cha  Think?</title><content type='html'>So Sue Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I understand the state of personal responsibility in America these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee she washolding in her lap while driving, she blames the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your teen-age son kills himself, you blame the rock'n' roll musician he liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer your family blames the tobacco company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your daughter gets pregnant by the football captain you blame the school for poor sex education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, you blame the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot heroin was dirty, you blame the government for not providing clean ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America, land of the free, home of the blame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113762222553720077?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113762222553720077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113762222553720077' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113762222553720077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113762222553720077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-cha-think.html' title='What&apos; cha  Think?'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113745537919346597</id><published>2006-01-16T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:49:39.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/elmo-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/elmo-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The children's entertainment world was rocked when the PeeWee Herman scandal hit the news. Now, sources close to Gibbleguts have uncovered yet another popular children's entertainer accused of sexual assault, drug abuse and lude conduct. This time it's Elmo Zimmerman, otherwise known as simply, "Elmo", of the popular children's show Sesame Street. The fuzzy red muppet is alleged to have made sexual advances toward several female muppets on the set of Sesame Street. Other cast members have described him as being difficult to work with, often disappearing from the set during production, possibly related to his alleged alcohol and prescription drug addiction. To gain some first hand knowledge, Gibbleguts has sent our own team of crack-investigative reporters to dig up the dirt on Elmo.The following images are just a few of many incriminating photos our investigates shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/elmorain.jpg"&gt;Here, Elmo was observed hanging arounda school playground drinking whiskey,wearing only sun glasses and a raincoat&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/elmorain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/elmobetloo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/elmobetloo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo shows Elmo on the set with Ernie, Bert, and one of Elmo's accusers, BettyLoo. After planting a hidden microphone in Betty-Loo's costume, Elmo is captured on tape, propositioning her using a profane, four-letter expletive. When we confronted Elmo with the recording, he adamantly maintained that all he said was "hug Elmo", and never in his life has he ever used the "F" word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/elmodrugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/elmodrugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An unnamed insider took this photo of Elmo laying unconscious under a table in the studio's boiler room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, where did the Elmo go that we all knew and loved? I can't wait till they start digging up the truth behind, Dora the Explorer and Blues Clues! *laughing......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113745537919346597?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113745537919346597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113745537919346597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113745537919346597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113745537919346597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/truth.html' title='The Truth:'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113737483206425067</id><published>2006-01-15T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:27:12.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Note:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/peaceful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/peaceful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/shit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my son: for shiting himself, and even thinking to take off his diaper and smear it all over his sleeping-corders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was thrilled to clean it up...;Yea, Not So Much! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I so had to post it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to my precious daughter:&lt;/em&gt; who wore herself out, after drawing allover herself. Ah, creativity can be exahusting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moving on. Kyle managed to get the blinds up, with just a'lil help from me. I am pleased with them. Speaking of whom , will be wanting on here to play some poker, he is what I would say addicited. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*But, beofore I run, I gotta say thank you to Queen of Pink for helpin me out. Thanx a'mill!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113737483206425067?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113737483206425067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113737483206425067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113737483206425067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113737483206425067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/thank-you-note.html' title='Thank You Note:'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113734744991158654</id><published>2006-01-15T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:50:49.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what I said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;But, I just can't help it. This is not at all the way I want my site. I want to make a million changes, I just have to figure out how. I will learn. That I Promise. Until this time comes, this is what you will bare thru until these changes are made. There maybe days that you come strolling bye, and wondering what in the hell did I do too the place, just know that I am back here screwing with all the crap I can, to see wut it does. And with that being said, Im going to be posting more on other blogs. I visit many of them often, However I dont't post often. (Except for on my sisters.) And that is gonna change. Its time that I get out there and go for it. So what if I'm not satisfied with the decor' of this town! It will not stop me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;Kay...Welp, I gotta run and pick up my new Window Blinds that I ordered. Since Kyle is watching football and I know how 'important' the football is , so therefore, I will not bitch or complain, I will just go and get them myself.&lt;/span&gt;     I shall return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113734744991158654?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113734744991158654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113734744991158654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113734744991158654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113734744991158654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-know-what-i-said.html' title='I know what I said...'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113718097107735980</id><published>2006-01-13T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:36:11.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright Now.</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal. Im just not complete with this shit. Im not feelin it. I don't even feel like posting anything until i get this junk the way i want it. I hardly have anyone come here to read anything anyways, which is alright, b/c I dont visit enough other blogs to gain enough attention. But, I know that when I get this junk the way I want it, then I'll be all over the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want what I want. So, on that note, when i get this place shaped up, I'll be back with a vengence. Count on it. So, when I have perfected this site, I will search u all out and drag u here. And u will love it. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113718097107735980?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113718097107735980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113718097107735980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113718097107735980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113718097107735980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/alright-now.html' title='Alright Now.'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113707848498285532</id><published>2006-01-12T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:08:05.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Signs You Might Be Trailor Trash*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just alittle guide to follow, incase you were wondering....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Halloween pumpkin on your front porch has more teeth than your spouse.                   &lt;br /&gt; You let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids.&lt;br /&gt; Last year you hid Easter eggs under cow pies.&lt;br /&gt; You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws.&lt;br /&gt; You think a woman who is "out of your league" bowls on a different night.&lt;br /&gt; Jack Daniels makes your list of "Most Admired People."&lt;br /&gt; You think Genitalia is an Italian airline.&lt;br /&gt; You wonder how service stations keep their restrooms so clean.&lt;br /&gt; Anyone in your family ever died right after saying, "Hey, y'all watch this! "&lt;br /&gt; You've got more than one brother named 'Darryl.'&lt;br /&gt; You think that Dom Perignon is a Mafia leader.&lt;br /&gt; Your family tree doesn't fork.&lt;br /&gt; Your wife's hairdo was once ruined by a ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt; You go to your family reunion looking for a date.&lt;br /&gt; Your Junior/Senior Prom had a Daycare.&lt;br /&gt; You think the last words to The Star Spangled Banner are, "Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt; Start your engines."&lt;br /&gt; You lit a match in the bathroom and your house exploded right off its wheels.&lt;br /&gt; You take a six-pack cooler to church.&lt;br /&gt; You had to remove a toothpick for your wedding pictures.&lt;br /&gt; The bluebook value of your truck goes up and down, depending on how much gas it has in it.&lt;br /&gt; You have to go outside to get something out of the 'fridge.&lt;br /&gt; One of your kids was born on a pool table.&lt;br /&gt; Your dad walks you to school because you are both in the same grade.&lt;br /&gt; You need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoos.&lt;br /&gt; You have flowers planted in a bathroom fixture in your front yard.&lt;br /&gt; Ya can't get married to yer sweetheart 'cause there's a law against it.&lt;br /&gt; You dated one of your parents' current spouses in high school.&lt;br /&gt; You think loading the dishwasher means getting your wife drunk.&lt;br /&gt; Your school fight song is "Dueling Banjos."&lt;br /&gt; Your toilet paper has page numbers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, So if any of these apply to you, don't be offended. K? Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113707848498285532?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113707848498285532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113707848498285532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113707848498285532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113707848498285532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/signs-you-might-be-trailor-trash.html' title='*Signs You Might Be Trailor Trash*'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113686152230507491</id><published>2006-01-09T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:52:02.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw, The 'Hampster'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/506-furryfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/506-furryfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;The pet most seeked apoun by little children. I remember I had one. actually like three of em', if im not mistaken. My mom was good at replacing them after they had departed. Each one of them were named 'Princess.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;After the third one, she thought maybe I wasn't ready for the responsibilty, I think I was like 5. The two either got out of their cage and got lost, but I know one of em' my stepdad killed. I swear he stepped on it, or smashed it. No, joke. He prolly found the litte shit runnin around and just fuckin smashed it. I saw it. It was right as you walked in our door. (Note to Readers: He wasn't that nice of a fellow.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, wasn't that an enjoyable trip down memory lane with friends. Nothin like a good photo of a hampster to jog up a memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyhow, I'm watching this documentary about 'Women on Death Row' and it's very interesting. There are alot of women that were convicted back in the 70's and 80's and are  now trying to overturn it, b/c of the progression of technology since then. It's really very sad, b/c it sounds like some of them could might not be guilty. I'm still undecided about the dealth penalty. I am a firm believer that no matter what kind of a person you are, if you find Christ then you are saved and you will go to heaven. Now, what Heaven truly is like I don't know. I haven't been yet. But, I do feel that if you put a person face to face with death, and for an instant they wonder where they might go, they have the chance to make a choice. So, if there is a chance they can be saved and the Lord forgives them, then they won't exactly be suffering. However, that's just sorta how I see it. Some may not agree, and thats okie dokie too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;And on that note, Im gonna check my email, and watch the news. Nighty Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113686152230507491?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113686152230507491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113686152230507491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113686152230507491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113686152230507491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/aw-hampster.html' title='Aw, The &apos;Hampster&apos;'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113676233136660464</id><published>2006-01-08T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:18:51.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/508-missing-idiot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/508-missing-idiot.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could email this straight to Washington...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally support our guys over there fighting for us, I just think it's bull-shit that they have to be. I can't say that I am properly informed on all the details as to why. I hear it from everywhere, and everyone's views are different. So I guess Im in the middle somewhere or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny picture anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113676233136660464?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113676233136660464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113676233136660464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113676233136660464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113676233136660464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-only-i-could-email-this-straight-to.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113675846317421606</id><published>2006-01-08T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:14:23.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change of Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Diaper%20look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Diaper%20look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I decided to change it up a little. I can't stand the same thing for to long. For instance, we have lived in this house for 9 months, and Im sure I've changed my living room around at least once a month. I've had it everyway possible. now im in the mood to switch it around again. but, I have no new options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So, not much new in my world. Kyle is doing his ritual, watching some football at BW3's. I've been a lazy ass all day. just screwin around on here, trying to figure out how the hell to make it more interesting looking. I'd like to change the color of my template. but no luck yet. I'm still waiting on my 'tech supporters" btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I need to get my booty out in the blogger world and check out some other sites so i can make some more blog buddies.Im anti social. Nah, im not, im far from it. I just get busy doin somthing and i dont get around to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am still laughing about my sisters rooster situation. That just cracks me the hell up. Well, guys Im gonna upload a few more pic's of the kids. Im sure I'll be back around later. till then ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113675846317421606?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113675846317421606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113675846317421606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113675846317421606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113675846317421606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/change-of-scenery.html' title='A Change of Scenery'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113668808759921404</id><published>2006-01-07T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:41:27.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/959284-R1-01-0A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 14px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/959284-R1-01-0A.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/959284-R1-01-0A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/959284-R1-01-0A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/959284-R1-00-00A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/959284-R1-00-00A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....to pull out the photo album. I'm in mood #13. 'I feel like showing off pitcures'..Please bare with me. I beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayven and Jaxson/Christmas, at Mamaw* &amp; Papaws* ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: some words may not be spelled correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113668808759921404?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113668808759921404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113668808759921404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113668808759921404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113668808759921404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come....'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113666389689238507</id><published>2006-01-07T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:58:23.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my computer must be running slow today. I was trying to upload some pic's of the kids, and its taken forever. So, I guess I will try it again later. Anyhow. Im having a pretty good day. Im not doing anything, but its still cool. Kyle cut his hair today!!!! He said he was going tanning and instead went and got it all cut off!! He looks like a new man. So, I said I'd shave my legs tonight! Ha! A little gross but it has been a while since Ive shaved them..Hey, its winter! I'm sorry I guess im just not one of those chicks that shaves her legs everyday, geez, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well, I got a pic of me up anyhow. How special. I think it might be the folder where i have the pics of the kids, maybe it just doesnt want to upload from there. I'll try to move them or something. In the mean time please enjoy seeing me ") Most of you already saw this one though, so how lame! Okay, I will be right back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113666389689238507?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113666389689238507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113666389689238507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113666389689238507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113666389689238507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/better-day.html' title='A Better Day'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113650749825533439</id><published>2006-01-05T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:31:38.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Some Shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/500-crappy-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/500-crappy-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Kinda like the day I've had. It's just been one of those days. I cleaned house, with Kyle's help, which I appreciate. Did an ass load of laundry, (and still more to go) Cleaned the kids rooms. (a mess already) And did our room.  Lame asses finaly got our bed up. (yes, we were doing the mattresses on the floor thing) My sister Jackie brought us the bed rails she's been promising us. (i kept forgetting about them) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyhow, Hayven got a hold of some pledge, and sprayed it in her mouth. I could smell it on her breath. So, I rinsed out her mouth, I'm pretty sure she didnt get much. So, im trusting that i dont need to take her to the er or anything.  Im prolly a bad mom, since I didnt just take her anyway, uh? Nah, shes fine. right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, what else, what else..I dont know guys. Im really just not in a good mood tonight. I just feel depressed. I need a cheering up. A friend of ours loaned us, 'Band Camp' Im not sure how good it will be, but I think we're gonna sit down and watch it. (as if we would stand) Aghhh, I am so blah!! Alright, im gonna put y'all out of misery, and just get the fuck off here. I promise to bring good cheer to all next visit. ....Below is my sucide note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;                                           What? Never. I don't give up that easy! Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113650749825533439?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113650749825533439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113650749825533439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113650749825533439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113650749825533439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-some-shit.html' title='That&apos;s Some Shit.'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113642391910645976</id><published>2006-01-04T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:18:39.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Please..</title><content type='html'>I need major help. If anyone could inform me on how to change shit, like everyone else, that would be great. I can't even figure out the edit list crap. please. im begging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113642391910645976?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113642391910645976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113642391910645976' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113642391910645976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113642391910645976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/help-please.html' title='Help Please..'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113642092787156918</id><published>2006-01-04T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:28:47.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men Have Two Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/512-whymen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/512-whymen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, at last we know why. How fuckin cute is this pic? So cute I had to post it. I am still figuring all this junk out. My sis got some music on her site, so Im tryin to figure how to do more interesting shit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not much exciting happening in my life today. Well, or ever for that matter. Im off tomorrow, so I imagine I will be cleaning house all day. I hate to say it, but I cant wait till my kids are old enough to be in school. So, I can have the house to myself. I can't remember the last time I have been at home alone. I have no piece unless im sleeping. wow, the excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle finally got his deer up. So nice. He broke part of the antler off though, so he's got duck tape on it until the glue drys. That looks real cute. I guess I will get used to having it hangin in my livin room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I havent reported on our dog, Bailey. She is a PAIN IN MY ASS! She hasnt picked up on the whole potty training thing just yet, and she is hyper as fuck. Her claws are like a damn cat, and so are her teeth, she bites all the damn time. Im hoping she grows out of that soon, or I will have to bury her alive in the back yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what about them miners? That sucks man. I think that would be one shitty way to go. Buried alive and all that. dang. On a funny note, while watching the news, one of the ladies said quote. "We may be stupid and all, but we miss our loved ones." I thought,.....ok? Well, I will pray for them. Hope you all do to, if you pray that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, welp, Im outta here for now, be back a little later I suspect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113642092787156918?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113642092787156918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113642092787156918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113642092787156918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113642092787156918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-men-have-two-hands.html' title='Why Men Have Two Hands'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113633592867814710</id><published>2006-01-03T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:53:36.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's in trouble....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler's Talking Elmo Book Asks 'Who Wants To Die?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Edition: 01/02/2006 TEXASS-- A mother in Dallas is one of several parents complaining about a new interactive book for toddlers in which Sesame Street character Elmo asks "who wants to die?" according to a Local 6 News report.&lt;br /&gt;Family members said 16-month-old Miranda Boll's new book, "Potty Time With Elmo," was supposed to teach an interactive lesson using voice commands.&lt;br /&gt;However, when the book's buttons are pressed, it reportedly says something it is not supposed to -- "who wants to die?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's a sick joke," mother Angela Bolls said. "If it's a joke then it's a bad one, you know? And it's not necessary. It's inappropriate."&lt;br /&gt;Bolls said she checked another copy of the same book and found that it says something completely different; "Who wants to try to go potty?"&lt;br /&gt;The company that makes the book said it has had several complaints concerning the book, according to the report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113633592867814710?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113633592867814710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113633592867814710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113633592867814710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113633592867814710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/someones-in-trouble.html' title='Someone&apos;s in trouble....'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113625414888079631</id><published>2006-01-02T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:09:08.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P.S)   HAPPY 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113625414888079631?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113625414888079631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113625414888079631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113625414888079631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113625414888079631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/p.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113625377628401882</id><published>2006-01-02T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:02:56.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better at Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Like%202%20peas%20in%20a%20pod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Like%202%20peas%20in%20a%20pod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hello world! I am sorry I have been gone so long! Ok..so first hospital visit, I had an inflammed gullbladder, and if that doesnt sound pleasent enough, my second visit turned out to be Pancreanitis. Now, I am not a 'heavy' drinker, like alcholic 'heavy', mine was caused by an infection, topped off by a friday night drunk fest that i had, which was not all that fun, b/c i came home that night and picked a fight with Kyle, who slept in his car that night. I did feel bad. Thats one thing i hate about myself when i drink. Sometimes it just hits me the wrong way, and if something happens to be bothering me, thats when i let it out, and i come off not so nice of a person. I praise Kyle for the shit he has endured with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyways, so my sister Jenny made it here without anyone getting her sick. We had a blast NewYears, and she has the pics to prove it. I told her to email me some so i can post some as well. My other sister Gina, was more than just trashed. she was indeed a riot. I luv her. I think her husband was about to beat her ass, he just is easily annoyed. I wasn't supposed to be drinking really, but hey it was New Years! I couldnt NOT drink. But, i did cut myself off at midnight, and i took it fairly easy. I felt alittle hungover when i first woke up, but after that, i was good. They gave me some vicodin for my pain at the hospital, so ive been poppen them. I didnt get very many though, i guess they dont want me to 'abuse' them. Fuckers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So, i did not make any new years resolutions. I never stick to them, so i figured why bother. I need to make a lot of changes in my life, but my goal is to kick them in the ass one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Go Bucks!! Ohio State just won the fiesta bowl!!!! I was watching as I was typing. Okay, welp guys, i think thats all i got for you at the moment. Look for some photos soon. Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113625377628401882?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113625377628401882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113625377628401882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113625377628401882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113625377628401882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2006/01/better-at-last.html' title='Better at Last'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113578281392394639</id><published>2005-12-28T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T07:13:33.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WONDERS IS SICK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7873/1884/1600/051228_grassfire_hmed_630a.h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7873/1884/320/051228_grassfire_hmed_630a.h2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ok, im doing the post today for my wonderful awesum sis who is sick AGAIN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;not sure if she needs to have tests run, or if it's still the same thing as the last time, but i hope that this time, she stays out of the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i have no idea wat she would like to post, so, im just gonna post sum thing on here, and hope that she doesn't think it's stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A mobile home sits competely engulfed in flames Tuesday in South Arlington, Texas. Grass fires driven by gusty wind damaged several homes in Oklahoma and threatened others in North Texas on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;KENNEDALE, Texas - Slightly cooler and calmer weather predicted for Wednesday should help firefighters in Texas and Oklahoma, where at least one person was killed and scores of homes were destroyed or damaged, but the National Weather Service warned that dangerous conditions could return by Friday. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The agency cited “a potential for another round of red flag events Friday” over southwest Texas, then on Sunday in western Texas and Tuesday over much of north Texas. A similar warning was issued for parts of Oklahoma. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The fires, fueled by dry brush and driven by gusty wind, on Tuesday forced the evacuation of all 1,000 residents of Cross Plains, a small town about 150 miles southwest of Dallas. Twenty-five homes and a church there burned.&lt;br /&gt;Rancher Dean Dillard was able to save his 72-year-old mother’s home by soaking the land before fires roared through his hometown. Many of his neighbors weren’t as lucky.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“It looked like we had been bombed in a big war, the whole city was on fire everywhere,” said Dillard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drought and windy conditions helped set the stage for the wildfires, which authorities believe were mainly set by people ignoring fire bans and burning trash, shooting fireworks or tossing cigarettes on the crunchy, brown grass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Dry as a bone, and brittle'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Texas Gov. Rick Perry deployed state firefighters and issued a disaster declaration after at least 73 fires were reported burning in the northern and central parts of the state. Firefighters from at least three other states were called in to help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The fires raced across a countryside parched by months of abnormally dry weather. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“It’s dry as a bone, and brittle,” said Oklahoma City Fire Department spokesman Brian Stanaland. “The fire is traveling extremely rapidly. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Winds near 40 miles per hour whipped through the region, while temperatures rose to an unseasonably high 80 degrees Fahrenheit Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="boxB_3088874" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="boxBI_3088874"&gt;&lt;div class="textHang"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="bulletRedSmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textMed"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.com/modules/interactive.aspx?id=firerisk081602&amp;navid=5114146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="bulletRedSmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;“It’s like trying to stop a 30-mph car coming down the street,” Texas Deputy Fire Marshal Keith Ebel said. “The wind is the worst enemy right now.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Cooke County, near the Texas-Oklahoma border, an elderly woman was killed, said Texas Forest Service spokeswoman Traci Weaver. No details were available.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The flames were so bad in Cross Plains that firefighters couldn’t fight all the blazes at once. Dillard, a former city councilman, spent the day fighting fires with neighbors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Houses are just burned down that nobody could ever get to,” Dillard said. “Instantly, there were 15 or 20 houses on fire at same time and no way to get around to all of them.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'It just kept jumping'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Oklahoma, the biggest fire burned at least 400 acres in a rural area near the town of Mustang, southwest of Oklahoma City.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After the flames passed, residents emerged and were “watering their yards and standing in their yards,” said Harold Percival, who lives about a mile from the Mustang fire.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“It just kept jumping. I’ve never seen anything like it,” said Hankins’ friend, Maria Vantour-Smith. They were able to remove a few antiques and other items from the home before it was gutted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At least two Oklahoma firefighters were treated for smoke inhalation or heat exhaustion, authorities said. In Texas, at least three firefighters were hospitalized with smoke inhalation and heat exhaustion, authorities said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fireworks and injuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In Oklahoma City, a child suffered minor burns on his hands when a shed caught fire. That blaze was apparently started by children playing with fireworks. In Texas, blazes were sparked the same way in Granbury and Kennedale, communities south of Forth Worth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fire burned across Bryan County in southeastern Oklahoma. The most severe blaze destroyed at least three structures near Achille and resulted in an unknown number of injuries, mostly from smoke inhalation, said Tim Cooke, the county’s emergency management director.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Our entire county is just about on fire,” Cooke said. “It’s everywhere.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;Smoke from other grass fires reduced visibility along Interstate 35, forcing officials to close a stretch of the highway in southern Oklahoma near the Texas line. It reopened Tuesday evening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The wind in Oklahoma was clocked at 25 to 35 mph, with gusts as high as 40 mph.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flames up to 40-feet tall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Texas, Fort Worth Fire Department Lt. Kent Worley said crews had fought nine brush fires during the first half of Tuesday and he expected more. His department also helped battle a blaze in nearby Kennedale, where two apartment complexes were evacuated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“It looked like the world was on fire,” said Arlington Battalion Chief David Stapp, whose department joined others in fighting the wind-blown blaze. “There were flames 30 to 40 feet high, just a wall of flames.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Hood County, a fire near Canyon Creek forced at least 100 people to evacuate, said Chief Deputy Jerry Lind. He said several structures were on fire, and propane tanks had exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;there ya go all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;it is really really sad that this had to happen. i am feeling like maybe, just maybe, i shouldn't read the news, watch the news, or even hear the news.  things like this happen, i know, but it is still just so damn depressing!!  and heartbreaking that these people have to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;these people need our thoughts and our prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113578281392394639?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113578281392394639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113578281392394639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113578281392394639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113578281392394639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/wonders-is-sick.html' title='WONDERS IS SICK!!!!!'/><author><name>ramblings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113488504936574231</id><published>2005-12-17T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:50:49.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Viewing image may increase the feeling of 'feeling fat.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Doc01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Doc01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, ew. I could stand to loose a few pounds, and trust me I'd like too. but geez thats just nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113488504936574231?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113488504936574231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113488504936574231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113488504936574231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113488504936574231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/warning-viewing-image-may-increase.html' title='Warning: Viewing image may increase the feeling of &apos;feeling fat.&apos;'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113487925716240164</id><published>2005-12-17T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T20:14:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your thoughts?</title><content type='html'>Abu Ghraib&lt;br /&gt;aka Abu Ghurayb, Abu Grhaib The White House really wants you to know all about the atrocities that happened at Abu Ghraib... all of the ones that happened before 2003.&lt;br /&gt;The White House's Web site features a charming little page called Tales of Saddam's Brutality. Posted in September 2003, the idea behind the page was simple: Overwhelm people with visceral stories of evil &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/dictators/saddam-hussein/"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/a&gt;, in order to prop up an increasingly unpopular invasion of &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/history/countries/iraq/"&gt;Iraq&lt;/a&gt; that was originally based on the idea that Saddam was hoarding &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/history/war/wmd/saddam/"&gt;weapons of mass destruction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;By fall 2003, it was starting to look like those weapons were never going to show up, so the &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/presidents/george-w-bush/"&gt;Bush administration&lt;/a&gt; began unsubtly revising history to reflect the fact that the U.S. went into Iraq to get rid of "a bad man."&lt;br /&gt;After all, no one in George Bush's America would dare suggest that the Iraqi people weren't better off with Saddam out of the way. And Saddam &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/black-sheep/uday-hussein/"&gt;and Sons&lt;/a&gt; were indeed pretty atrocious, in the strictly literal sense of authoring atrocities.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the evidence was all there, in the Tales. Perhaps they finally learned their lesson about taking information from the &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/conspiracy/cia/"&gt;CIA&lt;/a&gt;, because the Tales were all carefully culled from newspaper and media reports:&lt;br /&gt;"We visited the notorious Abu Gehb (sic) Prison outside Baghdad and found written records of prisoners being executed by being put through mincing machines."&lt;br /&gt;"Saddam Hussein never cut corners when it came to punishment. Abu Ghraib once held tens of thousands of human souls -- criminals, political enemies, and those who just happened to get in the way. A 12-year-old Iranian boy visiting his grandmother near Basra in 1985 was swept up in an Iraqi invasion. He was still here 15 years later."&lt;br /&gt;"I saw three guards beat a man to death with sticks and cables," one prisoner remembered. "When they got tired, the guards would switch with other guards. I could only watch for a minute without getting caught, but I heard the screams, and it went on for an hour."&lt;br /&gt;"Our hands were tied like this. First the left hand and then the foot. Then a black hood on my head, then they applied electricity."&lt;br /&gt;The last entry is particularly piquant in light of the picture (right) showing U.S. soldiers doing exactly the same thing to an Iraqi prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;Abu Ghraib (pronounced "grayb") is a sprawling 280-acre gulag, complete with sniper towers and razor wire, dungeons and the stench of human fear.&lt;br /&gt;According to U.S. State Department propaganda released in April 2003 to justify the march toward war, Saddam killed 4,000 prisoners at the institution in 1984, and executed fewer 50 political prisoners there between 2000 and 2001. You'd think that this represented progress, but to the U.S. it was a reason to invade (retroactively).&lt;br /&gt;Based on all this copious evidence of brutality at Abu Ghraib, the moral case for getting rid of Saddam seemed like a "slam dunk," as &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/usa/george-tenet/"&gt;George Tenet&lt;/a&gt; might say. What could possibly go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;"No one can argue that the Iraqi people would be better off with the thugs and murderers back in the palaces," Bush said as recently as March 2004, by which time he should have known better. Because two months earlier, the other shoe had dropped.&lt;br /&gt;When the U.S. came storming into the country in spring of 2003, Abu Ghraib was left a smoldering ruin, looted by the local populace as the Saddam regime disintegrated. The Americans came in and thought to themselves, "Hey, wouldn't it be great if we used this ghoulish house of horrors for our own prison?" You can almost imagine them thinking to themselves, "Gee, then people will see how much better we are than those lousy Baathists!"&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you need not imagine it. When the prison made its debut as an American institution, Gen. Janis Karpinski came right out and said it. "Living conditions (for the prisoners) now are better in prison than at home. At one point we were concerned that they wouldn't want to leave,” the general boasted.&lt;br /&gt;Let that be a lesson to you all: Never boast.&lt;br /&gt;The prison had held a peak population of around 15,000 under Saddam. The Americans humanely reduced that number to about 5,000. And in place of Saddam's humiliation and torture, the Americans humanely substituted... Well, more humiliation and torture. According to a "for internal use only" army report, from October to December 2003, U.S. soldiers performed a laundry list of degrading abuses on prisoners at Abu Ghraib. The report offers up the most hardcore details in a U.S. government document since the &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/history/political-scandal/lewinsky-affair/Starr_Report/"&gt;Starr Report&lt;/a&gt;, only much, much uglier. It's hard to actually appreciate the severity of what happened from the sound bites on the evening news (although the pictures get it across pretty well). For a sense of scale, however, try reading the complete list. And remember, this is just what the military could confirm as having happened:&lt;br /&gt;a. (S) Punching, slapping, and kicking detainees; jumping on their naked feet;&lt;br /&gt;b. (S) Videotaping and photographing naked male and female detainees;&lt;br /&gt;c. (S) Forcibly arranging detainees in various sexually explicit positions for photographing;&lt;br /&gt;d. (S) Forcing detainees to remove their clothing and keeping them naked for several days at a time;&lt;br /&gt;e. (S) Forcing naked male detainees to wear women's underwear;&lt;br /&gt;f. (S) Forcing groups of male detainees to masturbate themselves while being photographed and videotaped;&lt;br /&gt;g. (S) Arranging naked male detainees in a pile and then jumping on them;&lt;br /&gt;h. (S) Positioning a naked detainee on a MRE Box, with a sandbag on his head, and attaching wires to his fingers, toes, and penis to simulate electric torture;&lt;br /&gt;i. (S) Writing "I am a Rapest" (sic) on the leg of a detainee alleged to have forcibly raped a 15-year old fellow detainee, and then photographing him naked;&lt;br /&gt;j. (S) Placing a dog chain or strap around a naked detainee's neck and having a female Soldier pose for a picture;&lt;br /&gt;k. (S) A male MP guard having sex with a female detainee;&lt;br /&gt;l. (S) Using military working dogs (without muzzles) to intimidate and frighten detainees, and in at least one case biting and severely injuring a detainee;&lt;br /&gt;m. (S) Taking photographs of dead Iraqi detainees.&lt;br /&gt;a. (U) Breaking chemical lights and pouring the phosphoric liquid on detainees;&lt;br /&gt;b. (U) Threatening detainees with a charged 9mm pistol;&lt;br /&gt;c. (U) Pouring cold water on naked detainees;&lt;br /&gt;d. (U) Beating detainees with a broom handle and a chair;&lt;br /&gt;e. (U) Threatening male detainees with rape;&lt;br /&gt;f. (U) Allowing a military police guard to stitch the wound of a detainee who was injured after being slammed against the wall in his cell;&lt;br /&gt;g. (U) Sodomizing a detainee with a chemical light and perhaps a broom stick.&lt;br /&gt;h. (U) Using military working dogs to frighten and intimidate detainees with threats of attack, and in one instance actually biting a detainee. According to the report, which is a summary of the military's internal investigation of the abuses, soldiers testified that they had been ordered to abuse the prisoners, to prepare them for interrogation.&lt;br /&gt;These orders allegedly came from both military intelligence officers and civilian consultants -- members of that class of Iraq warrior ever-so-euphemistically referred to as &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/crime/corporate/caci_internatonal/"&gt;"private contractors,"&lt;/a&gt; which is Pentagon-speak for paid mercenaries and "security" experts.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps needless to say, whatever orders the servicemen and women received with respect to "softening up" the prisoners for interrogation, it's highly unlikely that anyone ordered them to take the garish, jackal-grinning snapshots that have earned them a permanent place in the archives of disturbing illustration.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this uniquely American problem required a uniquely American response. The first impulse, as always, was to cover it up. So the military commissioned a report on the abuses, secretly reassigned and charged several enlisted people who had allegedly taken part in the abovementioned sadistic acts. The commanders were discreetly reprimanded and reassigned. The contractors... Well, nothing was done to the contractors, who may actually escape without any punishment, since it's possible there isn't a law with jurisdiction over their activities. Isn't that convenient?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there was the little matter of the report. And the pictures. Especially the pictures. During one of their epic rounds of sexual abuse, a group of male and female soldiers came up with the bright idea to take some photos, souvenirs for their friends and loved ones back home.&lt;br /&gt;It's really, really hard to imagine how someone could think it was a good idea to document this activity, but then it's pretty clear from the pictures that we aren't exactly dealing with the intellectual elite of the Iraqi prison system. (Among other clues, they misspelled "rapist" at least two different ways when they were scrawling it on the bodies of their victims with magic marker.)&lt;br /&gt;In the snapshots, smirking soldiers gawk and point at the genitalia of naked Iraqi men. In some pictures, the prisoners are forced to simulate sex with each other. In others, they're just piled on top of each other. In almost all the pictures released to date, they're naked. According to news media reports, there are probably more pictures which have yet to surface.&lt;br /&gt;The report itself was pretty newsworthy, but the pictures ensured that the story would go large. Despite what would seem like an obvious concern, the Army sat on the report and did nothing about it for months -- not even after they knew the media was preparing to publish the photos.&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks, 60 Minutes II even held off running the story at the request of General Richard Myers, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. What did Myers do during those two weeks? On the surface, it appears he did nothing at all to prepare for the coming PR crisis... But then, maybe he was making the other, really bad photos that no one knows about disappear.&lt;br /&gt;We leave it to the reader to judge what kind of news organization holds off on publishing an expose of the Army at the Army's request, but CBS agreed to delay its broadcast for two weeks. The New Yorker rang in hard on the heels of the CBS report with an incredibly detailed and damaging story that featured extensive excerpts from the report quoted above.&lt;br /&gt;It's still too early to know where the buck is going to stop on this story, but the odds are very good that the scandal has only just begun. Since the story came out, a slew of new stories have broken with claims that U.S. captors have murdered at least two prisoners. (That's not an editorial opinion; the army characterizes the deaths as "homicides.") And a Senate inquiry panel is already in the works, which means lots of big, fat, ugly, televised hearings.&lt;br /&gt;Almost a week after the 60 Minutes report broke, &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/usa/donald-rumsfeld/"&gt;Donald Rumsfeld&lt;/a&gt; incredibly told reporters that he hadn't even read the Army's own report on the incident, which should tell you exactly how pathetic this is going to get before it's all over. Also among those who were claiming they hadn't read the report during the first week of the public crisis are President Bush, the commander of the Army in Iraq and General Myers, the same guy who begged 60 Minutes II not to run the photos a month ago. Hell, it's possible &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/usa/dick-cheney/"&gt;Dick Cheney&lt;/a&gt; still hasn't even heard about the story around the water cooler yet!&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: On Friday, May 7, 2004, Rumsfeld told a Senate panel that videotapes of the abuse at Abu Ghraib also exist. According to the New Yorker's Sy Hersh, the tapes include footage of male minor prisoners being raped. Senator Lindsey Graham told reporters after the session that additional allegations of "rape and murder" are forthcoming. You might want to settle in for a long, election-cycle scandal, the likes of which this nation has never seen...&lt;br /&gt;External link: &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/infocus/iraq/tales.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tales of Saddam's Brutality at whitehouse.gov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timeline&lt;br /&gt;1984&lt;br /&gt;According to statistics furnished by the White House, a total of 4,000 Iraqis are summarily executed at Abu Ghraib on orders of &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/dictators/saddam-hussein/"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Feb-Mar 2000&lt;br /&gt;According to statistics furnished by the White House, a total of 120 Iraqi political prisoners are executed at Abu Ghraib on orders of &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/dictators/saddam-hussein/"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2001&lt;br /&gt;According to statistics furnished by the White House, 23 Iraqi political prisoners are executed at Abu Ghraib on orders of &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/dictators/saddam-hussein/"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jun 2003&lt;br /&gt;The Army assigns Brigadier General Janice Karpinski to oversee Abu Ghraib prison, which has been renamed the Baghdad Central Correctional Facility.&lt;br /&gt;Sep 2003&lt;br /&gt;Brigadier General Janice Karpinski gives a tour of the Abu Ghraib prison facility to Defense Secretary &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/usa/donald-rumsfeld/"&gt;Donald Rumsfeld&lt;/a&gt;. She points out that &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/dictators/saddam-hussein/"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/a&gt; used the prison to torture his enemies, whereas the Americans don't.&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2003&lt;br /&gt;During an interview at Abu Ghraib prison with 60 Minutes correspondent Steve Kroft, Brigadier General Janice Karpinski declares: "This is international standards. It's the best care available for -- in a prison facility."&lt;br /&gt;8 Oct 2003&lt;br /&gt;At a Republican party gala at the Washington Hilton, President &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/presidents/george-w-bush/"&gt;George W Bush&lt;/a&gt; proclaims: "Iraq is free of rape rooms and torture chambers."&lt;br /&gt;6 Nov 2003&lt;br /&gt;After receiving uncomfortable Red Cross reports regarding abuses in the Abu Ghraib Prison, the U.S. military responds by issuing new requirements that appointments be made before any inspections to the particular cellblocks in which the worst abuses occurred. Note that by the rules of the Geneva Conventions, the Red Cross may visit any part of the prison without any prior notification. [The New York Times, 19 May 2004.]&lt;br /&gt;14 Dec 2003&lt;br /&gt;During an interview at Abu Ghraib prison with a St. Petersburg Times reporter, Brigadier General Janice Karpinski declares: "Living conditions now are better in prison than at home... At one point we were concerned they wouldn't want to leave."&lt;br /&gt;14 Jan 2004&lt;br /&gt;Military investigators question Army Reserves Staff Sgt. Ivan "Chip" Frederick regarding his role in the Abu Ghraib incidents. As a reservist, Frederick has a civilian job back home in Virginia, where he worked for six years as a state prison guard at Buckingham Correctional Center.&lt;br /&gt;29 Apr 2004&lt;br /&gt;CBS television broadcasts photographs taken of Iraqi prisoners being mindfucked and sexually humiliated at the hands of US troops in Abu Ghraib prison. "60 Minutes II has a dozen of these pictures, and there are many more -- pictures that show Americans, men and women in military uniforms, posing with naked Iraqi prisoners."&lt;br /&gt;29 Apr 2004&lt;br /&gt;A reporter for the Baltimore Sun shows some of the Abu Ghraib photos to Terrie England, who immediately recognizes her daughter Lynndie R. England as one of the soldiers. The mother then dismisses what she sees in the pictures as nothing more than "stupid kid things -- pranks."&lt;br /&gt;30 Apr 2004&lt;br /&gt;During a photo op in the White House rose garden with Canadian Prime Minister Paul Martin, President &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/presidents/george-w-bush/"&gt;George W Bush&lt;/a&gt; insists: "Their treatment does not reflect the nature of the American people. That's not the way we do things in America. And so I -- I didn't like it one bit."&lt;br /&gt;30 Apr 2004&lt;br /&gt;During a briefing with the White House press corps, spokesman Scott McClellan thwarts a reporter's attempts to ascertain when the President first learned of the crimes:&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER:&lt;br /&gt;How long has the President been aware of the evidence of prisoner abuse at Abu Ghraib prison?&lt;br /&gt;MCCLELLAN:&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were allegations that go back quite some time here, Terry. And that's why you already have the military pursuing some criminal charges against some individuals.&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER:&lt;br /&gt;Had the President seen these photographs before two nights ago?&lt;br /&gt;MCCLELLAN:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the exact time when he saw the photographs. I mean, they've certainly been in the media the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;30 Apr 2004&lt;br /&gt;The New Yorker runs a piece by Seymour Hersh detailing other abuses at Abu Ghraib.&lt;br /&gt;6 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;Radio commentator &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/entertainers/pundits/rush-limbaugh/"&gt;Rush Limbaugh&lt;/a&gt; dismisses the photos taken of naked prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison, saying: "This is no different than what happens at the &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/conspiracy/skull-and-bones/"&gt;Skull and Bones&lt;/a&gt; initiation."&lt;br /&gt;7 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;Testifying before a Senate panel, Donald Rumsfeld confirms that videotapes of abuses at Abu Ghraib have yet to be released, as well as numerous additional photos. Also extant are videotapes taken by U.S. soldiers of Iraqi guards raping young boys.&lt;br /&gt;12 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;A "secret room" at the U.S. Senate becomes an adult theatre between the hours of 2 and 5 PM as unreleased torture pictures, forced-sodomy pictures, and numerous sex pictures allegedly involving Lynndie England are displayed to Congressmen in a government slide show.&lt;br /&gt;14 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;Piers Morgan, editor of England's Daily Mirror newspaper, steps down after criticism over that publication's printing of Abu Ghraib style "torture photos" which actually originated on porn sites created by spammers during the early days of the Afghan and Iraq Wars. Another publication fooled by similar photos was the Boston Globe.&lt;br /&gt;21 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;In an interview with Australia's 60 Minutes, Deputy Secretary of State Richard L. Armitage declares: "If you're talking about Abu Ghraib and the abuse there, it doesn't intrigue me at all; it horrifies me. And it seemed to me that we had a command climate there that was conducive to this kind of bad behavior. And nobody was taking normal corrective actions, no one was exercising command, and I find that a horrifying specter and I couldn't be angrier about it, and I couldn't be sorrier about it."&lt;br /&gt;24 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;In a speech at the Army War College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, President &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/presidents/george-w-bush/"&gt;George W Bush&lt;/a&gt; announces: "A new Iraq will also need a humane, well-supervised prison system. Under the &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/dictators/saddam-hussein/"&gt;dictator&lt;/a&gt;, prisons like Abu Ghraib were symbols of death and torture. That same prison became a symbol of disgraceful conduct by a few American troops who dishonored our country and disregarded our values. America will fund the construction of a modern maximum security prison. When that prison is completed, detainees at Abu Ghraib will be relocated. Then, with the approval of the Iraqi government, we will demolish the Abu Ghraib Prison as a fitting symbol of Iraq's new beginning."&lt;br /&gt;24 May 2004&lt;br /&gt;See no evil: &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/usa/donald-rumsfeld/"&gt;Donald Rumsfeld&lt;/a&gt; bans the use of cameras by the U.S. Military in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;10 Jun 2004&lt;br /&gt;During a press conference at the G8 Summit, President &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/presidents/george-w-bush/"&gt;Bush&lt;/a&gt; is asked to clarify his administration's policies toward torture:&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER:&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the question of torture, if you knew a person was in U.S. custody and had specific information about an imminent terrorist attack that could kill hundreds or even thousands of Americans, would you authorize the use of any means necessary to get that information and to save those lives?&lt;br /&gt;BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, what I've authorized is that we stay within U.S. law.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. President, I wanted to return to the question of torture. What we've learned from these memos this week is that the Department of Justice lawyers and the Pentagon lawyers have essentially worked out a way that U.S. officials can torture detainees without running afoul of the law. So when you say that you want the U.S. to adhere to international and U.S. laws, that's not very comforting. This is a moral question: Is torture ever justified?&lt;br /&gt;BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm going to say it one more time. If I -- maybe -- maybe I can be more clear. The instructions went out to our people to adhere to law. That ought to comfort you. We're a nation of law. We adhere to laws. We have laws on the books. You might look at those laws, and that might provide comfort for you. And those were the instructions out of -- from me to the government.&lt;br /&gt;26 Aug 2004&lt;br /&gt;During a stop in Phoenix, Arizona, Defense Secretary &lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/usa/donald-rumsfeld/"&gt;Donald Rumsfeld&lt;/a&gt; grants an interview to Real Life with David Leibowitz on KTAR-AM 620. Regarding the findings of the most recent report on the Abu Ghraib scandal, Rumsfeld denies that any abuses occurred during interrogations:&lt;br /&gt;RUMSFELD:&lt;br /&gt;I think the interesting thing about the Schlesinger Panel is there a conclusion that, in fact, the abuses seem not to have anything to do with interrogation at all and any suggestion to the contrary, it would seem to me, would be incorrect given what we know at the present time, as a result of their report. These were apparently acts of abuse that took place not in the context of interrogating people[...]&lt;br /&gt;LEIBOWITZ:&lt;br /&gt;But doesn’t the report indicate that there are military intelligence officers, 27 of them involved here and civilian contractors and of course, some of these abuses happened under interrogation circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;RUMSFELD:&lt;br /&gt;That’s not the report of the Schlesinger Panel.  In fact, it’s exactly the opposite of what the Schlesinger Panel says.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if you somehow manage to read all the way down to sentence 5 of paragraph 1 in the report, you'll find this: "[W]e do know that some of the egregious abuses at Abu Ghraib which were not photographed did occur during interrogation sessions and that abuses during interrogation sessions occurred elsewhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113487925716240164?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113487925716240164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113487925716240164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113487925716240164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113487925716240164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-thoughts.html' title='your thoughts?'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113487906075645979</id><published>2005-12-17T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T20:17:44.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im in one of my moods. sadly, i have many. I'm feeling unsatisfied. Not sexually btw. But more like, i want more. more from life. I do feel blessed to have my job. and my kids, and a house to live in. etc. kyle. but, i also feel like there is something that i am supposed to be doing, that im not. like im just wandering. watch.... ..... ..... ... .. .. .... look, just wandering around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113487906075645979?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113487906075645979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113487906075645979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113487906075645979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113487906075645979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/late-nite.html' title='late nite'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113485952660034532</id><published>2005-12-17T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:45:26.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/landscape2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/landscape2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about this reminds me of the ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113485952660034532?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113485952660034532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113485952660034532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113485952660034532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113485952660034532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-art.html' title='More Art.'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113485935933532020</id><published>2005-12-17T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:42:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does Bailee sound?</title><content type='html'>Well, she finally has a name. I  like it. She looks like a Bailee. So, now that, that part of my turmoiled trouble is over, i can now move on. Not really that much to report on though. Sadly I feel as if there is nothing worthwhile to write about. K's asleep on the couch, which appears to be tempting, but i do believe someone should be awake with the kids :) so, i shall not sleep at this time. I have a bit of a headache, and a little heartburn. So, I'm not really feeling that great. I would really like to do something tonight. But, I no I can't be spending the money untill after christmas, as I still have yet to finish shopping either. I always wait till the last minute! never fails. We could have someone over, but i dont know who. We dont have alot of people that we hang with.  Oh well, perhaps I'll build up energy for NewYears! Gina is having a party. So that will be fun. Bailee just took a crap on the kitchen floor, shes not doing to bad on her housebreaking, just a few accidents here and there, so i will excuse myself for the moment, and clean that up. I need to get the kids some dinner anyways...(i did not mean to make that comment after discussing my dogs bowel problems, but for the record i will wash my hands, incase ne one was worried :) )later all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113485935933532020?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113485935933532020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113485935933532020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113485935933532020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113485935933532020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-does-bailee-sound.html' title='How does Bailee sound?'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113445439949792334</id><published>2005-12-12T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:13:19.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are just awsome, folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/flower6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/flower6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/iwonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/iwonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/iwonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/iwonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/iwonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/iwonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look at these. I love art. I surprise myself sometimes. I mean i knew i loved art. but i believe the type of art you enjoy..tells something about ur self...just somthin i thought.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113445439949792334?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113445439949792334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113445439949792334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113445439949792334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113445439949792334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-are-just-awsome-folks.html' title='These are just awsome, folks!'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113445028303908394</id><published>2005-12-12T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:17:59.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What animal is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is such an amazing pic. I love it. This guy has some great photo's. I can't describe it can u? its like, his pictures captures so much. (well, i dont know that 'he' took these, i'll b sure to dble check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This talented individual can be viewed at &lt;a href="http://www.arraich.com"&gt;http://www.arraich.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. brb. I aint done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.) &lt;em&gt;it is a cow.cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113445028303908394?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113445028303908394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113445028303908394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113445028303908394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113445028303908394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-animal-is-this.html' title='What animal is this?'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113444326436534879</id><published>2005-12-12T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:16:43.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it like to die?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I wonder today. How can someone who is 101 yrs old, just keep on tickin like its nothin, w/a freakin colostomy bag..and another who is like 75, who gets around fine, &amp; I just saw saturday afternoon. One of my residents died in the middle of the night. She was such alittle pretty ladie. she was just a short ole thing. her name was Ginny Bonsell. 'she had 4 little boys, who grew up 2 be in thier 50's.' I luved her. i would have taken her for my gma in seconds. hell, i woulda traded in my own 4'er. That's the worst part of my job. u really get 2 some of them, &amp;amp; it is sad when they die. no matter how old. so, this was what has been on my mind. Now, turning 2 the fact that my dog, still, has no freakin name. We are not getting anywhere. Im about 2 start calln her &lt;em&gt;'come 'er.' &lt;/em&gt;I swear, i have no idea why this is so hard. its a dog. but, still she is drivin me crazy w/this name stuff. Our last dog ran away, or got shot, or sumthin. her name was Lala. we paid 50$ for her. she was gonna be a 'huntin dog'. well, she ended up jumpin ship, ...so, we got this little gal for free, and now, out of guilt i think, want a fresh start. a new dog. and along comes....a golden retriever, a little pup of 'full breed' and we get'er for free! k's favorite dog btw. and now, we just are on a struggle 2 b sure we give this dog the name &amp;amp; life she is entiled 2! ....yes, i am silly. alright, well, that is all i give u at this point. i shall be back soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113444326436534879?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113444326436534879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113444326436534879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113444326436534879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113444326436534879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-it-like-to-die.html' title='What&apos;s it like to die?'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113433579582008562</id><published>2005-12-11T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:16:35.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>name me already..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/callie01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/callie01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says my no name pooch. I think i had an easier time namin the kids. We have looked everywhere, and just nothin is right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be &lt;em&gt;"no name"&lt;/em&gt; in awhile. Shes just an ity bity thing right now. &lt;em&gt;So pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113433579582008562?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113433579582008562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113433579582008562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113433579582008562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113433579582008562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/name-me-already.html' title='name me already..'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113427040191729219</id><published>2005-12-10T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T19:06:41.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so surry, my faithful blogger page....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I created you, and then left you alone for days. It has just been so crazy. This darn computer was acting up, and it's like, I just got so mad at it, that I have stayed away. But-good news. I think we fixed the problem-and all by ourselves! Whew! So, guess what? A girl at work today, she's a nurse aid, her Golden Retriever just had babies before they were ready to breed. So, they were given them away, b/c there were to many of them. So cute, so I got one and my sissy poo got one. She's a doll-baby. But, we haven't thought of a name yet?Any Suggestions? Anyhow, I haven't started hardly any Christmas shopping. I did get the kids some clothes yesterday. Oh, and my sweeper blew the F#&amp;$ Up! So had to get a new of 'em. I got a good sale though. And, our phone is a big piece of Bull S&amp;amp;%t! So one them as well. Its cool though, its got some nifty ring tones.Rock on! My friend Katie is calling as I am writing. She's new. I met'r in NTT. So, I was gonna go out tonight, but figured this close to Christmas, i'ota old off. I spend entirely to much when i go out. I'm not much on control. but i have a good time. then mornin comes and I'd like to have just beat my own ass for doin somethin so stupid. I'm still tryin to figure out if the pay off is worth it, ya know? Anyhow, I've about smoked myself to death tonight. I quit smoking one time. one time. cold turkey. 6 months. then one day, something happend and I bought a pack of ciggs. Cut down when I was pregnant, but didn't quit all together. I hate so much to admit that. but i did. its just a sick ole habbit. so many people around me smoke. its hard to distance yourself from it. I know you have to really want to quit to be able to really succeed. even though I wish i didn't smoke, its still hard to do it. So what about this crap about people wanting to take away Christmas. Like you cant call a it a "Christmas Tree," it has to be called a "Holiday Tree." And "Christmas Party," has to be called a "Gathering." Seriously!You know what Im sayin? Eww, it just blows me up! *Okay, I really need to get the heck outa here and do some stuff, so, maybe I'll stop back in b4s I go to bed..bye ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113427040191729219?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113427040191729219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113427040191729219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113427040191729219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113427040191729219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-so-surry-my-faithful-blogger-page.html' title='I am so surry, my faithful blogger page....'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113323056245959394</id><published>2005-11-28T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:16:02.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the coolest job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, maybe not the "coolest," but it does have it's advantages. Like tomorrow, I get to eat lunch at the Olive Garden, for free, and be paid for it.  We take our residents out to lunch once a month, and ofcourse, I eat free. too cool. My hours are great, my pay is decent, and I don't have to work to hard. I'm pretty blessed. So..anyways, I really need to get some slick shit up on this site, but Im not sure how yet..I thought I was computer smart.hmm. Well, I don't have a scanner, a printer, a web cam, i aint got nothin! Oh, well. Can't have it all, at least not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've been trying to start an online budget, to maybe help with finances, but, for some reason it wont connect me to the set up part on thier web page, Im havin trouble going to certain sites, prob my lame dial up. I do plan to change that in a bit though. I also downloaded Napster, but it wont let me register..stupid crap. Okay, welp Im gonna try and do something neat, and put some junk up on here..later folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113323056245959394?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113323056245959394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113323056245959394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113323056245959394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113323056245959394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-got-coolest-job.html' title='I&apos;ve got the coolest job...'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113311637650117402</id><published>2005-11-27T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:32:56.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;I am so prone to sickness, it just kills me (literaly). Friday at work I started having these pains between my chest and my stomach. By the time I got home, they were getting worse, by around 9pm I was crying so bad from the pain, I sware it felt like I was having contractions, thats how bad they were. So my sister took me to the er, turns out I had an Intestinal Virus. I had to have an i.v cause I was so deyhdriated. But, Im doin better now, I'm mostly just tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;What really bothers me, is Kyle has no bedside manner at all. I'm crying on the couch from the pain, and do you think he even looked my way? I mean, no, there wasn't much he could have done for me, but you would think he would say, Baby, is there anything I can do? Maybe you should go to the er. (er was my call). I got nothing. I just don't know about that guy sometimes. Anywho, I was feeling better enough to put up our x-mas tree. It looks like shit though. I only have 2sets of lights on it, the others were burnt out. I'll have to get some more. So it looks alittle dull. OhWell. Okay, well, I need to finish up a few things, so BBL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113311637650117402?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113311637650117402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113311637650117402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113311637650117402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113311637650117402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/sick-again.html' title='Sick again!'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113288920965317239</id><published>2005-11-24T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:26:49.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm missing one sister....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/my%20sis"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/my%20sis%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me on the end (stripes). I'm missing my sis Jenny though, you can see her at http:/getrite2it.blogspot.com. It's a pretty slick place, she had pic's of my kid's and K as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113288920965317239?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113288920965317239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113288920965317239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113288920965317239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113288920965317239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-missing-one-sister.html' title='I&apos;m missing one sister....'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113288806219541471</id><published>2005-11-24T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:07:42.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way..</title><content type='html'>the saint. thank you, i am feeling better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113288806219541471?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113288806219541471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113288806219541471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113288806219541471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113288806219541471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/by-way.html' title='By the way..'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113288605734963305</id><published>2005-11-24T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:34:17.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving....</title><content type='html'>.....or not if you don't happen to celebrate it, or something. Anywho, so today was alright. It was just the immedite family at K's. (kyle..get it?) I played Texas Hold'em and did pretty good for myself. Just beginners luck i'm sure, but I won none-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to put up the tree tonight, but changed my mine. I think I need some new Christmas decor', and I thought I would wait till the weekend. I'd be up all night, dealing with the damn thing, and I have to work in the morning. Okie-Dokie, Im gonna go. I need a late night snack, and then I guess I'll get myself 2bed. :)         later kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113288605734963305?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113288605734963305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113288605734963305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113288605734963305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113288605734963305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving....'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113279171546381417</id><published>2005-11-23T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:21:55.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no write</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;I was sadly, very sick the past few days. Had to miss work on Monday. Although, I would have been better off at work, It's a little hard to rest with my kids. I have found that I will not be very faithful to this site, I just get caught up in other things. Thats alright though, cuz it's just me in here anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Funny thing. I showed a movie for my residents the yesterday, I about died. It was good until, one part Steve Martin finally reaches his tolerance level in &lt;em&gt;Trains, Planes and Automobiles&lt;/em&gt; and just goes off saying Fuck about a million times..yeah, a few of my elderly left after that outburst. I felt bad.  Alright, well..I already have to stop talking so I can put the kids to bed, and Kyle wants to play a poker game, so I'll chat at cha' later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113279171546381417?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113279171546381417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113279171546381417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113279171546381417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113279171546381417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-time-no-write.html' title='Long time no write'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113252117865981223</id><published>2005-11-20T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:12:58.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dread Sundays. It is only a reminder that Monday is next, and Sundays have a bad habbit of going by especially fast. (ofcourse). Today, I have the pleasure of watching Kyles nieces. Ages 5 &amp; 3 plus our own..it is well deserved though, since she had ours from noon yesterday to this morning. I had to work and Kyle wanted to go and watch the Buckeyes play with some friends of his. Then we went to play cards. Lotsa fun. My house is such a mess. I'm so lazy today, so the kids have just got this place &lt;em&gt;destroyed&lt;/em&gt;. My throat hurts, I need to do laundry. aghh, oh, the complaints I have. I don't have to work until 1:00 tomorrow, so I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;smiling over that. uh-oh, emergency, kids are killing each other..I shall report back with any injuries...good day all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113252117865981223?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113252117865981223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113252117865981223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113252117865981223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113252117865981223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113236575443799853</id><published>2005-11-18T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:02:34.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leave it to me..to forget my username...But, found it. So, I think it may have been a sign- time to give it a break for awhile, I've just been glued to this darn thing all day. Oh-well. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113236575443799853?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113236575443799853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113236575443799853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113236575443799853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113236575443799853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/leave-it-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113234748486614332</id><published>2005-11-18T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:58:04.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my kids....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;However, for just a little while I would love to have one day at home, with a little less noise. I get my nights out and what not, but still, not the same as just chilling at your house, without a soul to disturb you...for as I'm writting, I am being tugged at, and talked to non-stop...about who even knows what really..I can at least say, when I have bad days, It's most often myself I'm ready to kill..not the kids...so thats a comforting thought, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;oh, and its only 4pm and I have started on a beer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What's that saying..."It's five o'clock somewhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yep, always at my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5615/1884/320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113234748486614332?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113234748486614332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113234748486614332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113234748486614332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113234748486614332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-for-day.html' title='Just for a day'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113234389060012786</id><published>2005-11-18T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:58:10.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's my day off..I work with seniors all day in an Assisted Living Facility. I love my job, could not ask for a better one..So, I'm at home with my two kids..ages 1 1/2 &amp; 2 1/2.. after running a few errands today, (which of course is fun with 2 little ones) Always a 30 minute trip, turns into a 2 hour...I had to get some pic's developed today, from a party my other half and I went too, come to find out, not my pic's after all, my camera apparently got switched with someone else's. But, I did have some lovely photo's of a huge masterbation device being stuck down another gals shirt...oh, yes, always something interesting happening at one of our parties..We don't have them as much though..sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kids are up from their nap..time flys.  My daughter the oldest, is really quite funny, nap time isn't her favorite activity, she lays in her bed and makes plans in her head, on how she could somehow delay the nap time experience..she has to pee (12 times in a row), needs a drink, needs her "boo boo" kissed from days ago..by the time she's finished its time to go to bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113234389060012786?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113234389060012786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113234389060012786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113234389060012786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113234389060012786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-so.html' title='Okay, so..'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19103279.post-113234215302694859</id><published>2005-11-18T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:39:20.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta start somewhere...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, I had to take a run through everyone elses blogs before I started my own..I had no idea where to start, or even if anyone would find anything I had to say interesting enough to stick around..then I decided I didn't even care. I hear that this stuff is good for just talking about your day, and having the feeling that your getting shit of your chest..So, I'll do just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19103279-113234215302694859?l=dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/feeds/113234215302694859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19103279&amp;postID=113234215302694859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113234215302694859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19103279/posts/default/113234215302694859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontyoujustwishyoucould.blogspot.com/2005/11/gotta-start-somewhere.html' title='Gotta start somewhere...........'/><author><name>someonesgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11405690326806395755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
