<?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-3506609104020427955</id><updated>2012-01-27T05:44:18.435-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='ct'/><category term='2'/><category term='reading'/><category term='Rocks'/><category term='trailer trash'/><category term='lost'/><category term='Cheebo'/><category term='MOM'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='books'/><category term='Song of the week'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='memorial day weekend'/><category term='honey'/><category term='D baby'/><category term='Girls night out'/><category term='test'/><category term='going crazy'/><category term='book binge'/><category term='another one bites the dust'/><category term='memories'/><category term='monster'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='friendly blogs'/><category term='funny stuff'/><category term='Sticky'/><category term='d-baby'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='poorpoorpitifullme'/><category term='family'/><category term='ratings'/><category term='Walls'/><category term='house'/><category term='hotties'/><category term='wp'/><category term='holly'/><category term='critters (kids)'/><category term='D_baby'/><category term='mp'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='work'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='Holly is the Bomb'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-2032579062462921020</id><published>2010-11-19T16:52:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:57:30.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day extended</title><content type='html'>Back to the 30day  challenge &lt;div&gt;to get up to date here is a refresher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Here's a list of the daily post list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 01: A Recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 02: A picture of something you cannot live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 03: A habit that you wish you didnt have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 04: List 15 songs that represent your life's soundtrack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 05: A picture of somewhere you've been to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 06: A hobby you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 07: A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 08: Short term goals for this month and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 09: Something/someone you're proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 10: A story about a past relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 11: A picture of something you dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 12: A picture of your room &amp;amp; dont cheat by cleaning it. Share a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 13: Write a letter telling someone something you could never tell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 14: A picture of something you ate and 10 confessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 15: Put your iPod on shuffle &amp;amp; share the first 10 songs that play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 16: Something you could live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 17: Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 18: Plans/dreams/goals you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 19: Nicknames you have &amp;amp; how or why you have them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 20: If you had 3 wishes, what would they be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 21: Share a picture from your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 22: What makes you different from everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 23: What is something you crave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 24: Share a story about your past that you are ashamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 25: What I would find in your bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 26: Places you want to visit before you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 27: Why are you doing this 30 day challenge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 28: A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 29: In the past month, what have you learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 30: A picture of you today &amp;amp; 20 goals you want to accomplish.&lt;/div&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/3506609104020427955-2032579062462921020?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2032579062462921020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2032579062462921020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2032579062462921020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2032579062462921020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-extended.html' title='30 day extended'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-5859758948849338356</id><published>2010-10-13T11:16:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:37:30.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: A picture of something you ate and 10 confessions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipes/images/Nov08ButtermilkRolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipes/images/Nov08ButtermilkRolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 14: A picture of something you ate and 10 confessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously these things are AMAZING I feel guilty for eating them they aer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; good the dough is just right they smell just like fresh bread.. they are and they are at the hospital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 confession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have a serious addiction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; please refer to above pic. I would eat them here or there I would eat them any where I would eat them in a house with a mouse. .. Yeah you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I hate it when people say they will call you back and don't... am glad I never hold my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I like rap music and in my house this is sometimes the sin of all sins Hubby HATES it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Hate having to go to the grocery store after I already get home!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I get nervous around guys even though I'm married and love my husband I still feel like I shouldn't talk to them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm not cute or pretty enough.(this does not include my hubby or Friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.The smell of perfumes will sometimes send me running for a bathroom if its to strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. It drives me NUTS to listen to people chew. SO badly so I just want to smack the shit out of them!! The girl I work with is doing this RIGHT NOW and I'd like to beat the shit out of her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I have a nose ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'm not sure I want to b e a nurse and yet I'm going back to school to be one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.I'm scared HALF OUT OF MY MIND about going back to school!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-5859758948849338356?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/5859758948849338356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=5859758948849338356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5859758948849338356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5859758948849338356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-14-picture-of-something-you-ate-and.html' title='Day 14: A picture of something you ate and 10 confessions.'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-1415677673140146234</id><published>2010-10-13T11:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:29:00.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Day 13: Write a letter telling someone something you could never tell them.</title><content type='html'>Day 13: Write a letter telling someone something you could never tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is also really hard for me. For the simple fact that I really tell everyone pretty much what is on my mind. I may sometimes sugar coat it so it doesn't come out as harsh as in my head but none the less it still happens. I do wish I could tell my dad the truth about something but I'm sure if I did it would crush him! He's the only one though. Everyone else gets the blunt end of the stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1415677673140146234?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1415677673140146234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1415677673140146234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1415677673140146234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1415677673140146234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-13-write-letter-telling-someone.html' title='.Day 13: Write a letter telling someone something you could never tell them.'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-3900820090269718493</id><published>2010-10-13T11:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:27:09.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: A picture of your room &amp; dont cheat by cleaning it. Share a secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day 12: A picture of your room &amp;amp; don't cheat by cleaning it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share a secret.&lt;br /&gt;1st the secret ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; my room is a mess so no pic for you yet ... maybe by the end of the week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; really who is gonna post a pic of their messy room!! And now you know I have a messy room there happy? Oh a real secret? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; how bout I got a new puppy and yes it is a secret for the simple fact that I don't want any one to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm ashamed that I paid an arm and a leg for her( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; an arm and a leg for a poor person :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virginlimitededition.com/resources/images_cms/kasbah_tamadot/gallery/bedrooms/lightbox/kasbah-bedrooms-berber_tents-2-li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.virginlimitededition.com/resources/images_cms/kasbah_tamadot/gallery/bedrooms/lightbox/kasbah-bedrooms-berber_tents-2-li.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how warm and inviting this room is I really like everything about it EXCEPT for the rocking horse just to the right of the chair there (yeah I took a min to find it too. I'm pretty sure that on the other side of the picture there is another set of windows with an ocean just beyond the windows and on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; wall of the bed there is a large book shelf. I love how this room looks so cozy and inviting. I could also go without the hats on the bed and the rose petals just messy stuff to pick up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-3900820090269718493?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/3900820090269718493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=3900820090269718493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3900820090269718493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3900820090269718493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-12-picture-of-your-room-dont-cheat.html' title='Day 12: A picture of your room &amp; dont cheat by cleaning it. Share a secret.'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8978044411948420748</id><published>2010-10-13T10:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:25:05.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: A picture of something you dislike.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodpoisonjournal.com/uploads/image/Tomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://www.foodpoisonjournal.com/uploads/image/Tomatoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11: A picture of something you dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there you have it the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; thing EVER the reason I picked this picture is because it was cut open and I especially dislike how the tomatoes are gushy on the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note I have no problems eating ketchup or salsa or chili just dislike the raw tomato by it self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8978044411948420748?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8978044411948420748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8978044411948420748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8978044411948420748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8978044411948420748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-11-picture-of-something-you-dislike.html' title='Day 11: A picture of something you dislike.'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7578459785882679059</id><published>2010-10-06T15:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:24:25.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day 10: A story about a past relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is kinda hard for me because I didn't really have "boyfriends" before I met my hubby. We where young when we met and young when we got married. There was this one guy that I dated for a while total loser he came to visit a lot and he gave me  a ride home in his truck once I looked in the glove box and it was FULL of condoms I was scared half to death .. what I was like 15. The next time he came over I went and hid at a friends house till he left lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7578459785882679059?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7578459785882679059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7578459785882679059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7578459785882679059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7578459785882679059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-1431892734176247885</id><published>2010-10-06T15:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:55:08.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 09:</title><content type='html'>Day 09: Something/someone you're proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty easy. I am very proud of my sister she is a single mom and has had a ruff go of it sometimes (yes I know she does it to her self sometimes) but she is doing good and she is going back to school! I am so proud of her. I think it would be so hard and REALLY scary to go back after this long! I hope nothing but the best for her afterall she def deserves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1431892734176247885?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1431892734176247885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1431892734176247885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1431892734176247885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1431892734176247885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-09.html' title='Day 09:'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-5491535723111433227</id><published>2010-10-06T15:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:54:52.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Day 08: Short term goals for this month and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see of course theres always the good standby ... lose weight for the same reasons like be healthier and look hot BWAHAHAHAHAHAH. but alas its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other goals for this month is to get into a regular cleaning schedule. I am very much a creature of habbit and if I don't put my stuff in the same place I lose it. If I come in to work through a different door in the AM I forget to clock in. Thus leaving my house very chaotic and a mess most times so my goal is to set a schedule and follow it for 12 weeks and hopefully it will help me to stay on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third goal this month is to have fun I love the fall season and I make the most of it. I would like to make a couple more apple pies and 2 more apple crisps and some &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/images?um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rls=com.microsoft%3A*&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=halloween+cake+pops&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=g1&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;gs_rfai="&gt;cake pops. &lt;/a&gt;I like to do fun things with the kids on Halloween such as monster toast and mummy hot dogs and every year a friend and I pick a scary place to take the kids (haunted) and then we proceed to scare the crap out of them and quite often ourseleves!! It's great fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-5491535723111433227?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/5491535723111433227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=5491535723111433227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5491535723111433227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5491535723111433227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-6832097679764311970</id><published>2010-10-06T15:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:54:20.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Day 07: A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's cleche to do this but f course I pick my kids. They make me want to be a better person and be a good mother.  Just please refer to the pic of my children from a prior post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6832097679764311970?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6832097679764311970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6832097679764311970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6832097679764311970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6832097679764311970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-5530177494968495639</id><published>2010-09-26T16:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:12:52.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>A hobby I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to pick photography. I LOVE how you can capture so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; views of the same thing with lighting or a change, a stance, or a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-5530177494968495639?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/5530177494968495639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=5530177494968495639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5530177494968495639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5530177494968495639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-6134577213818561367</id><published>2010-09-26T16:38:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:53:22.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>This is Roatan. When I think of a tropical island .. this is what I imagine in my head truly amazing here the water was sooooo clear and the island so lush&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ_aEDQB-7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/NueY7ZeUyIs/s1600/cruise+part+2+518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521371431306394546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ_aEDQB-7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/NueY7ZeUyIs/s320/cruise+part+2+518.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/3506609104020427955-6134577213818561367?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6134577213818561367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6134577213818561367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6134577213818561367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6134577213818561367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ_aEDQB-7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/NueY7ZeUyIs/s72-c/cruise+part+2+518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-6943110507253247034</id><published>2010-09-26T15:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:50:25.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>15 songs .. hmm this one is hard for me I don't really have songs that represent my life more so songs that remind me of times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mambo # 5 .. Just a good time in my life I remember feeling carefree and having a good time when this song came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The jagged little pill sound track. We had gotten our first place and I would often listen to this CD when I wanted to clean the house (which wasn't to often :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.My ding a ling. Yeah I know lol. But it reminds me of my dad and how much fun we had with him when we where kids. He taught us ALL sorts of stuff a lot that he shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Oh what a beautiful morning. My grandpa sang this to us everyday we where there right before he died. Not the entire song and to be honest I didn't know it was part of a song until the day before he died. I will never hear it and not cry because while .. He was the best man I have EVER met and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Save tonight. I HATE THIS SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Thunder struck. Reminds me of a little blue truck and good friends and LOADS of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The rainbow connection. My mom played this on her record player for me when I was young. I was really a sad kid and this song was so awesome to me. Like there had to be something better out there. It gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you say nothing at all. My husband is VERY quite most of the time but still gives me butterflies when he smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Oh little playmate.. LOL my grandma used to sing this to us when we where little I remember singing it to my cousin when she was a baby and to my kids and nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CCR greatest hits. The whole thing is awesome just makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sweet home Alabama. another feel good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. So this is Christmas.. reminds me again of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Life is a highway. Reminds me of my mom. She played this song on the piano and we would sing it with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Heart of gold. I think of my uncle when this song is played and how he sings it much better than Neil Young :P It's a beautiful song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. No one else on earth. has dual meaning and I used to listen to this one over and over and over again. I listened so much the cd wasn't any good anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6943110507253247034?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6943110507253247034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6943110507253247034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6943110507253247034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6943110507253247034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-401017984709400917</id><published>2010-09-24T13:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:23:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A habit I wish I didn't have hmm this one is easy... I wish I didn't eat every thing under the sun and I wish I didn't swear as much (yeah news years resolution not going so well)  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/swearing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i440.photobucket.com/albums/qq121/FamousPoliceDog/coolstuff/swearing.jpg" alt="swearing Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-401017984709400917?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/401017984709400917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=401017984709400917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/401017984709400917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/401017984709400917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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://i440.photobucket.com/albums/qq121/FamousPoliceDog/coolstuff/th_swearing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-4631744577851267885</id><published>2010-09-24T13:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:23:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ1bGNJYyKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fHjkmg6ZNPM/s1600/cruise+part+2+1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ1bGNJYyKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fHjkmg6ZNPM/s320/cruise+part+2+1396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520668880392472738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ1YzHToHtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Lq_tHea2PdI/s1600/south+dakta+759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ1YzHToHtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Lq_tHea2PdI/s320/south+dakta+759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520666353384038098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Picture of my kids and hubby. Really I don't think I could live without them. Every day when I come home they make me smile and I often think to my self that I am so lucky to have them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4631744577851267885?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4631744577851267885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4631744577851267885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4631744577851267885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4631744577851267885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ1bGNJYyKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fHjkmg6ZNPM/s72-c/cruise+part+2+1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-1151075380553291689</id><published>2010-09-20T14:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:42:37.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Blog challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ1TOCoz47I/AAAAAAAAAFo/T8VFNaK8VGY/s1600/cruise+part+2+826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ1TOCoz47I/AAAAAAAAAFo/T8VFNaK8VGY/s320/cruise+part+2+826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520660218917413810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to try the 30 day challenge which should really be a challenge for me beings that I can't seem to do one weekly :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on the ship in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 intresting things about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Polished or not I collect rocks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. AC/DC is one of my favorite bands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I LOVE LOVE LOVE bread &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I know how to ride a motorcycle but haven't done it in a few years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I sang choir in high school and failed my junior year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I once got my head stuck in a dresser drawer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Went on my first cruise in May LOVED it and will def. be going again!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. I love to bake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Even tho I live in Nebraska I'm not a husker fan. SHH don't tell the neighbors or coworkers your liable to get hurt if said out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Love the smell of fresh cut grass and lilacs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Love to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. I'm from the Black Hills in SD and would like to move back when I retire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Both of my children have the same father even tho they are 10 years apart... you'd be surprised at the people who ask this question :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. I love to take photos of anything and everything and often find my self stopping to take pictures of the kids or animals or trees. (yeah I'm a nerd like that )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. I often pick up the accents of the characters in books.. not out loud of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's a list of the daily post list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 01: A Recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 02: A picture of something you cannot live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 03: A habit that you wish you didnt have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 04: List 15 songs that represent your life's soundtrack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 05: A picture of somewhere you've been to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 06: A hobby you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 07: A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 08: Short term goals for this month and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 09: Something/someone you're proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 10: A story about a past relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 11: A picture of something you dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 12: A picture of your room &amp;amp; dont cheat by cleaning it. Share a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 13: Write a letter telling someone something you could never tell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 14: A picture of something you ate and 10 confessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 15: Put your iPod on shuffle &amp;amp; share the first 10 songs that play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 16: Something you could live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 17: Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 18: Plans/dreams/goals you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 19: Nicknames you have &amp;amp; how or why you have them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 20: If you had 3 wishes, what would they be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 21: Share a picture from your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 22: What makes you different from everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 23: What is something you crave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 24: Share a story about your past that you are ashamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 25: What I would find in your bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 26: Places you want to visit before you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 27: Why are you doing this 30 day challenge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 28: A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 29: In the past month, what have you learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 30: A picture of you today &amp;amp; 20 goals you want to accomplish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1151075380553291689?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1151075380553291689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1151075380553291689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1151075380553291689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1151075380553291689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/09/heres-list-of-daily-post-listday-01.html' title='30 Day Blog challenge'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/TJ1TOCoz47I/AAAAAAAAAFo/T8VFNaK8VGY/s72-c/cruise+part+2+826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-1093232258750887463</id><published>2010-05-12T15:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:21:26.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>follow up</title><content type='html'>just a little catch up on my dad.   I met the girl friend (that post should have been sent a month or so a go but meh I had it stashed. I must say I like her I like her a lot she is a rock collector like myslef she loves to fish like my mom ( which means well be able to do things as a big happy family) cuz my mom and dad get a long really well together and she did meet my mom and my mom loves her to so all is going to be great! My sister loves her and she didn't say one bad word about any one in my family!! Thank God!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1093232258750887463?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1093232258750887463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1093232258750887463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1093232258750887463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1093232258750887463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/05/follow-up.html' title='follow up'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8229900901344538708</id><published>2010-05-12T14:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:41:48.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Just got back from vacation..... I think its time to leave already. While there I ran for the 9 days while we were gone I didn't have 1 back ache, 1 sore throat, and wasn't short of breath no matter what I did. Now 3 days after getting back I have all these things and am pretty sure that if I stop moving for more than 3 seconds I will fall asleep no matter what I'm doing at the time!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it could be due to the fact that I haven't seen hide no hair of the sun since we left and my vacation was filled with nothing but the sun! It was awesome. We got some things from D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;elsoul&lt;/span&gt; for the kids ( a shop that sells things that change color in the sun) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; jokes on me :P. Time to get back to work catch ya all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8229900901344538708?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8229900901344538708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8229900901344538708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8229900901344538708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8229900901344538708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/05/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2596153317285402701</id><published>2010-05-12T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:18:37.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>This week had been CRAZY!! good but crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So monday I went to DSs (dear son just eaiser this way) parent teacher confrecnces. Hes doing pretty well not as well as I'd like him to do but hes only 4 and I guess I shouldn't expect so much out of him. For pete sakes I'm not asking for much here I just want him to recite the Pie formula the equations for LV function and the 50 states and all while standing on one foot and being poked with a sick. No really he does pretty good I just think he should be further along than he is and really its a matter of my own short commings because if I were taking more time to teach him these things, he would know them by now. And why do you ask is it soooo important??? So when he decides to write his own blog he doesn't have run on sentences and have no Idea where the comma and periods are supposed to go!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD (dear daughter)s was last night and I must say she does really well even if she got her first C OMG A C in the last 8 years. She has promised to rectify this and said her teacher is really boring and hard to listen to in class (which I must agree I meet her last night and were talking monotone city here. Even tho the teacher did say this was the hardest semester becasue they intoduced verbs and conjatives eek spelling ) With that ,huge things are expected of her... why you ask? Let me tell you ... because she can deliver thats why... she can have all A's if she wants then but she doesn't like spanish class because its boring and she will dilly dally in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, Dh and I signed up for ballroom dance classes! I'm very excited about this and can't wait altho my dad is coming this weekend so we won't be able to go this week so next Friday we start! I hope it helps because to be honest my husband has NO rhythm I MEAN NONE!! and I Love to dance inspite of my lack of looking good while doing so. I have rhythm tho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on my dad comming..... he calls me 2 weeks ago and tells me hes comming to visit. I have to work this Saturday! I'm disapointed I won't get to spend as much time as I would've like to with him but meh what ever I'm kinda ick about the whole thing any how not because I don't want to see him just beacuse hes bringing his girlfriend and their dogs and maybe her mom not sure on that one. And the last girlfriend I kinda like but she wasn't very nice to my sister not to her face but behind her back which really bothers me. My sister isn't perfect but none of us are and shes my sister for God sakes! AND I hate pretending to like people when I really don't but my dad is soooo happy with her so I will lie through my teeth to make him smile and be happy. Hes worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ost was from about a onth ago :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2596153317285402701?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2596153317285402701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2596153317285402701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2596153317285402701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2596153317285402701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/03/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-5822114311346120098</id><published>2010-05-12T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:19:57.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>It seems like it's been crazy around here of late. I'm not sure why this is but it is. With registation for next year ( I know so early?) this means the monster will be in Kindergarden and my daughter will be in &lt;strong&gt;highschool (OMG I'm old)&lt;/strong&gt; a freshman holy cow where does the time go. I know you all hear this often but REALLY,WHERE DOES IT GO??? I can't belive this I am however proud of my self for not having throuw myself on the floor in a tantrum of her growing up, like I should be able to stop it from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get bored with gym and not really sure what to do about it *shrug* I'm still going so that has to count for some thing right? once I get there I like it and will stay it just seems my body keeps saying NO don't do it you don't need to go to the gym(which is a total and complete lie to myself. But the way I look at it if I keep going I'll make it to 12 weeks I can do it the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-5822114311346120098?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/5822114311346120098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=5822114311346120098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5822114311346120098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5822114311346120098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4525349609160653024</id><published>2010-04-07T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:23:12.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>want to know if i</title><content type='html'>want to know if i can send pictures&lt;br&gt;~be happy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4525349609160653024?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4525349609160653024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4525349609160653024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4525349609160653024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4525349609160653024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/04/want-to-know-if-i.html' title='want to know if i'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-3511444672532078379</id><published>2010-04-07T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:28:16.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh think i figured out</title><content type='html'>Ohhh think i figured out how to send from mu cell :) eek&lt;br&gt;~be happy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-3511444672532078379?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/3511444672532078379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=3511444672532078379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3511444672532078379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3511444672532078379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhh-think-i-figured-out.html' title='Ohhh think i figured out'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-6672578730509804198</id><published>2010-02-24T12:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:31:01.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a brighter note</title><content type='html'>Took moster to the doc today. And what did I find at the docs office but the best looking "real life guy" I have seen in a LONG time. I know its not probably nice of me to say since I'm married and all but srsly hes was hot hot hot. and for all you extra crazies out there. 1 I'm not a cheater 2. just beacuse I'm old and married doesn't mean I can't look at the art work for heaven sakes. 3. I'm not bias I'll point out a hot chick to my hubby too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6672578730509804198?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6672578730509804198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6672578730509804198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6672578730509804198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6672578730509804198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-brighter-note.html' title='On a brighter note'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4912177812191291269</id><published>2010-02-24T12:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:48:28.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some times boys are so stupid and it makes me mad!!</title><content type='html'>So I am ashammed (srsly I have never in my adult life been ashammed of my family) to say that my little brother has been cheating on his girlfriend for a while now I haven't talked to him just his girlfriend and shes pissed I would be to. So mad in fact that she threatned to never let him see his daughter again. I think I'm really mad at her for that but alas I'm really mad at my brother but I don't want to be. We have never really gotten in to a fight........... but srsly you can't keep it in your pants? and come to find out it seems like I'm the only one who didn't know. I guess my little brothers dad and stepmom new and even like this slut girl,  and my sister knew or at least that is what gf is saying. I guess the sister thing kinda makes since because she would be the one he would tell ( I get mad and she doesn't) so he would go to her and ask or talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;    Even better yet slut girl is married and from what I've been told (don't know how true it is) LB (little brother) has been having daughter call new GF "mommy" I am so mad about this (alas I don't know if its true or not) how could you do that to someone. and ps the mom is a really good mom. and how bout this for a thought maybe I need to step back and not really do or say anything I mean really is it my place to say anything? ( although I'd like to rip him a new asshole) I just want to be in this little girls life and want her to know me and want to love her. In the end tbh this girl is to good for my brother,  and slut girl, (wife)  of the other guy and my little brother ....well lets just say that they deserve each other......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know I'm missing caps, and commas and all sorts of good stuff ... sorry I just had to get it off my chest. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4912177812191291269?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4912177812191291269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4912177812191291269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4912177812191291269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4912177812191291269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-times-boys-are-so-stupid-and-it.html' title='Some times boys are so stupid and it makes me mad!!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-6293876759905510941</id><published>2010-02-22T13:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:40:56.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you say?</title><content type='html'>What do you say to the coworkers whos son is in the hospital for the second time for the same thing or to another coworker who has some kind of infection and is in the hospital and what about the friend whos brother passed away?&lt;br /&gt;Really I have never been good at these things. I think some great things in my head but they NEVER come out of my mouth the same way as they did in my head and usually I end up saying some thing that is TOTALLY not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6293876759905510941?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6293876759905510941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6293876759905510941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6293876759905510941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6293876759905510941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-say.html' title='What do you say?'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-5912944371810862286</id><published>2010-02-10T13:27:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:01:23.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poorpoorpitifullme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>blah just put me out of my misery..... please!</title><content type='html'>If it where Christmas I would say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BA HUMBUG&lt;/span&gt; and just for the record I'm usually a fairly up beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Today I'm really down I don't know it its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PMS&lt;/span&gt; or my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; diet or what but let me tell you...IF i decide to pass on the cookies one more time only to find out that I haven't lost any weight I'm going to SCREAM REALLY LOUD! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lurve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and have been good about not eating them don't get me wrong I still have grains just not the cookies and cakes. I even started to go to the gym and am not loosing weight granted I've only gone since last Tuesday and (not weekends) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;srsly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm so over weight that I should be able to breath wrong and it fall off!!!!! 5 years ago I was able to stop drinking pop and lose 10 lbs now I stopped drinking pop stopped eating most of the crap I ate and going to the gym and still haven't lost any weight.. well I lost 1.4 fucking pounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;srsly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that really bites the big one (yeah and the none swearing isn't going so great today.) And really I know your all going to come back with the same crap the (we're all on the same diet plan)girls from work who are already 200 (OK exaggerating there) pounds lighter than I am not working out and still drinking pop AND STILL LOOSING 10 POUNDS A PIECE IN THE LAST 2 WEEKS are going to tell me that it is good and if I feel better than I should keep doing it (which I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I do like going to the gym its like me time and I love it. They have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aqua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class 2 days a week !) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;srsly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they don't even understand what it mean to be fat and the one girl is super excited to fit in to her "skinny" jean (which I am very truly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; excited for her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've been there before) but my skinny jeans are about 100 light years from now. I do fell more energetic and do feel better BUT I want to see results. My husband says: "You've only been doing it a week give it some time." To which my reply was simply bawling.. I mean really what else is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were going on a cruise in May and I want to look good more than any thing I don't want to be the girl that everyone goes back and talks to there friends about .. you know the whale that was in a swim suit and beached on the swim deck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-5912944371810862286?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/5912944371810862286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=5912944371810862286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5912944371810862286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5912944371810862286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/02/blah-just-put-me-out-of-my-misery.html' title='blah just put me out of my misery..... please!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2485261227923222508</id><published>2010-02-05T15:32:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:43:03.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy fail!</title><content type='html'>SO I am such a good mother that I decided to take next Thursday off of work so I can go to my daughters basket ball game!!! I get off work at 6:30 and her games are usually getting over about then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   SO she is telling me yesterday that there is a game on Saturday and to my dismay I am working on that day so I tell her that I can't make it and am bummed as usual ( I love going to this kind of stuff..... call me a freak if you like.) and I think shes a little bummed too but she doesn't say any thing. I mention to her that I got Thursday off so that I can go to her game and she says cool! My husband pipes up with "are you sure she even has a game on Thursday??"  Of course she does shes had a game on all Thursday since she started and whats the difference. To which he replies. "Well you better make sure it would suck to take the day off and her not have a game." So daughter settles it and says I'll go look. comes back and says to me...." not only do we not have a game we don't have school that day either!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I suck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; . She does however have one on Tuesday and the girls at work have arrange it so that I can take that day off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2485261227923222508?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2485261227923222508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2485261227923222508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2485261227923222508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2485261227923222508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/02/mommy-fail.html' title='Mommy fail!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2196313936869410240</id><published>2010-01-21T14:39:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:29:42.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dropping off the monster</title><content type='html'>This morning I dropped my son off at school and every day one of his three teachers meets us at the door they always greet him "Hi monster" and he never answers back till I say to him Monster say hi. To which he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;replies&lt;/span&gt; Hi or good morning I always thought this was a morning thing and that he only did it while I was a round until I had this conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster and I get out of the car and walk in to the school we are met by teacher # 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T1 "good morning Monster"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Monster please say good morning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster "good morning" with a empty look on his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then look at the teacher and ask her if he ever says good morning or if he always has to be prompted to respond at which point she tells me he always has to be prompted even by my mother in law after he is picked up from school to tell them good bye??? I then tell his teacher I'm sorry then tell monster that it is rude not to respond to someone who is speaking to you and that he should acknowledge someone when they are talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but this really bothers me. Like I don't have the since or smarts or manners to teach my son not to be polite. Which he is.... he says thank you and ladies first and your welcome although he does still talk with his mouth open (not from my lack of nagging). So I don't know I'm going to talk to him more to night and figure out what is up with the rudeness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2196313936869410240?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2196313936869410240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2196313936869410240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2196313936869410240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2196313936869410240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/01/dropping-off-monster.html' title='dropping off the monster'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-6182808663914343938</id><published>2010-01-21T14:31:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:20:51.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Where have all my friends gone? I know this is a weird question and I don't mean any of you reading this I mean friends out side of the computer (or ones that don't live clear across the country). I sometimes feel like I've lost myself in work and home and being a mom and wife and often don't think I fit into the friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; any more :*( why is that? And better yet how do I fix it? and even better yet how do I make new friends? The last friend I made I pretty much &lt;s&gt;stalked, begged, pleaded&lt;/s&gt; spent a lot of time trying to befriend and haven't really found I needed or wanted friends until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. I often think while I'm at my sons school that it would be so nice to ask one of the ladies if they wanted to go to coffee but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alas&lt;/span&gt; I don't drink coffee and wouldn't it be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; if I watched them drink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theirs'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ,maybe I need to start drinking coffee ??? AND AND AND even more scary what if they said NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure my world would crumble and life as I know it would end and then all the other moms there would just laugh at me ... "psst did you hear that monsters mom thinks shes cool enough to hang out with us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then I also wonder if I would ever fit into there worlds of staying at home when I have a full time job and my house is NEVER clean and my kids are NOT perfect a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ngles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Uggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or have a mini van and I'm not a size 2 hell I'd love to be a size 7! I'm not on the PTA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whoa is me. I would love to go out with the girls and have a drink and laugh my ass off, go shopping in the mall with out my husband behind me making sure that I know every second we are there that shopping is the bane of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;. Right now I think some of my problem is not being confident enough in myself to actually have friends I mean that would mean I'd have to leave the house in clothes other than scrubs and I def am worried about some one making beep sounds. (for just once in my life I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanna be the skinny girl!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6182808663914343938?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6182808663914343938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6182808663914343938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6182808663914343938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6182808663914343938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4134448928280257648</id><published>2010-01-15T12:17:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:15:39.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sometimes amazes me at how different my children are. I think they are both amazing just in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is EXTREMELY out spoken and will let you know AS SOON as he decides he does not like some thing or if he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter on the other hand will not tell you in words so much, but rather just wear the look on her face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner the other night was  fish. I had gotten a marinade for it as well a sort of dill mixture and when I got home that night my husband had dinner all ready. He served them all up and we all tried it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM: WHAT IS this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Its fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Then don't eat it but I'm not making you something else to eat and no treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM: "Fish is NOT good for little kids you should not feed little kids fish" Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for you and dad but not for little kids" (by this time my daughter is still eating but shes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plugging&lt;/span&gt; her nose at the same time and also thinks that it should not be feed to little kids and at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; time not minding for the first time in a while that she fits in to the "little kid" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey then asks him if hes ever had fish sticks? he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;assures&lt;/span&gt; honey that "no I don't like fish. you should not feed fish to little kids it's not good for them it's ok to feed fish to big kids like you and mom but not to little kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;evening&lt;/span&gt; we are having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and the monster has a crab r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;angoon&lt;/span&gt; and says "what is this? I Like this what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its a crab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ragoon&lt;/span&gt; it has crab and cream cheese in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey : crab is fish you don't like fish remember ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM: well I like this fish ( and for the record so does my daughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me laugh and some how I can't help but love them both so much my heart feels heavy at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4134448928280257648?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4134448928280257648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4134448928280257648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4134448928280257648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4134448928280257648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-sometimes-amazes-me-at-how-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4775879850693351013</id><published>2010-01-13T20:33:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:43:57.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/S06gfUI6paI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pptLO2MTPWE/s1600-h/christmas+and+trees+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/S06gfUI6paI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pptLO2MTPWE/s320/christmas+and+trees+060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426451060870522274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of tree I did not acquire the awesomeness I still have a lot to learn about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; bare with me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the day off tomorrow so I could go to bingo for books and was excited because I'd have the day to myself and could get some things around the house done! Honey has the day off too. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; bummed I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not very nice of me but really I don't get a lot of time to my self the house is full in the morning and everyone is home after I get off work so I was kinda looking forward to getting all sorts of stuff done like the laundry and clean the kitchen and WATCH WHAT EVER I WANT but no now I have to watch what he wants and just BLAH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; done pouting (well not really but) I'll let it go I know it sounds weird but really I get a lot more done when hes not home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4775879850693351013?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4775879850693351013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4775879850693351013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4775879850693351013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4775879850693351013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/01/ugg.html' title='ugg'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/S06gfUI6paI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pptLO2MTPWE/s72-c/christmas+and+trees+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-4012298562314504022</id><published>2010-01-07T18:03:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:32:27.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To cold to get the mail</title><content type='html'>This was written on 1-8-2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that its entirely to cold to get the mail. Where I live our mail boxes are not right outside the front door but, in a little cluster down at the end of the street. So my thoughts go to the fact that its crazy to go out there in the cold (yes that's right it's 22 BELOW here) and the mail can only contain one of two things either the bills that need to be paid or the weekly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; that no one and I mean NO one reads. So like I said before why even bother :) am seriously thinking about moving to Florida and then I only have to worry about getting sent out to the ocean during a hurricane and hey who doesn't like a nice swim. (take it easy I know there nothing to joke about but hey I'm COLD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on 1-12-2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note I love what it does to the trees this morning it was warmer here probably about 2o degrees (yes I know a heat wave get out the tanning lotion and flip flops!!) and the trees had a frost over the top of them they are so pretty that way. When driving down the street you catch a glimpse and they look to be little diamonds in the trees they sparkle and shine. So this am on my way to work I took pictures of the trees (I know what a freak.) they were just amazing I will have to down load them and put a few on my blog, hope I caught some of the awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going on this week we have Bingo for Books at my sons school!! I can't wait we do this every year. One of the girls told me she would work for me so I could go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EEKKK&lt;/span&gt; I'm excited and the silly thing is there not adult books there kids books but the great thing is ALL the kids get one in the end, even if they don't get a bingo(some adults as well) all go home with a book. In years past when my daughter was in elementary at the same school we would go and have a blast. I hope things turn out this fun with the monster too, only thing is I don't know if he can sit still that long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has Basket ball tryouts today I hope she gets on the team! I don't know if she's been playing as much this year as she did last year (she played really good last year and most important she had a blast!) however she knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more and if she doesn't get on the school team she'll play for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intermurals&lt;/span&gt; which works for me just as well I just hope it works for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband went back to work yesterday they were sent home today because their boss forgot to order out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;supplies&lt;/span&gt;! All I can say is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GGGRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; (see no swearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me!) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4012298562314504022?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4012298562314504022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4012298562314504022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4012298562314504022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4012298562314504022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-cold-to-get-mail.html' title='To cold to get the mail'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-1629158175711178701</id><published>2010-01-05T14:39:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:55:04.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d-baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><title type='text'>Long time no see right!</title><content type='html'>Yeah really I don't have an excuse so I'll skip it.&lt;br /&gt;I decided this year I'm going to try to write at least once a week. Writing for me is kinda of like going to therapy. So I'm going to do it!!  I also want to get better on my grammer and English this year I feel stupid sometimes not remembering where all this crap is supposed to go! The other thing I'm going to do this year (if it kills me and it just may) is quit swearing. I feel not very lady like and would like to go back to my cute (inside AND out :) self and feel like swearing is not cute really my goal is SMEXY ;) but baby steps right lol. OOH one other thing I'm going to READ more well I hope too any way that one may go by the way side but not too much.  I think I will be making a TBR pile and adding it to my blog roll so if any of you have any suggestion that would be great! I like just about anything except politics (reading is enjoyable for me and I don't find politics enjoyable more like a serious grownup thing ;p.)&lt;br /&gt;So just a fill in for now have 2 kids yes that  hasn't changed also know as The Monster (my four year old son who is totally decribed by his name and baby girl my 13 year old daughter  ... still married well (we call him honey around here and every now and then a few other choice words :P haha)... I was when I left the house this am lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1629158175711178701?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1629158175711178701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1629158175711178701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1629158175711178701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1629158175711178701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-see-right.html' title='Long time no see right!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8361898232157161534</id><published>2008-11-12T11:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:33:28.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here mom</title><content type='html'>My family and I are all sitting aroung the T.V. last night watching Kung Fo Panda. Good movie my youngest son. (Hes three) Is still in the stage where if he has to potty he feels as though he must share with the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster" I have to PEEE "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband" will go then goofey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monster proceeds to run into the bathroom......&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later he comes running out screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster:    "MOMMY MOMMY" (mind you were are all still watching kung fo panda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: :"what what" thinking he some how managed to destroy the bathroom in the three minutes he was in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster: "I got you somting. I got you somting Here a pony holder put it in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I grab it and proceed to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my lovely son says" I got it out of the toilet" like he had saved my pony tail holder from the worst fate possible. He was SO proud of himself . not for the same reason you are all laughing(yes it's prob still in my hand at the time) but because he gave me a gift he was sure I would love, I told him thank you and proceeded to laugh so hard(along with my husband and daughter)  I almost peed my pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8361898232157161534?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8361898232157161534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8361898232157161534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8361898232157161534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8361898232157161534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-mom.html' title='Here mom'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-5810546633720808760</id><published>2008-10-31T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:22:45.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-5810546633720808760?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/5810546633720808760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=5810546633720808760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5810546633720808760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5810546633720808760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-3797367011201905898</id><published>2008-10-31T14:44:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:37:32.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Happy Halloween all! I must say I'm pouting because while my family is at home getting reading to do the whole halloween thing I am still at work. yuck! I love halloween and want to be home. I asked my boss if I could leave early and she said "yes as long as you cleared it with the other departments." called Rt and some one already went home early so I GET :P to stay Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3375/creepyhalloweenwi6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3375/creepyhalloweenwi6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3375/creepyhalloweenwi6.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The monster is going to be a ghost for halloween (picked it out himself) and baby girl is going to be a vampire. I decided not to dress up this year since I wasn't sure what was going to happen. Hell they might be done by the time I get home. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We went to a few haunted houses this year 3 to be exact. They were pretty good and maybe next year I'll actually look instead of hiding in my hubbys coat! They had the chain saw guys out front chasing you around. One of the scariest (little back ground first) one house was in a really not so great part of town I'm kinda being nice when I say that theres all these tall buildings and the across the street is this old house IE:: &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.supernatural.tv/reviews/legends/mm.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.supernatural.tv/reviews/legends/hellhouse.htm&amp;amp;h=187&amp;amp;w=250&amp;amp;sz=18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;sig2=rLUVnsSPW-RlGNuhQJ5JLw&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__fQF1MxicQyu6iqehNFxYkCP6v4Y=&amp;amp;tbnid=B4DttZvj5nuWrM:&amp;amp;tbnh=83&amp;amp;tbnw=111&amp;amp;ei=3o4LSb6WLKP-NKeS-bYE&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmyster%2Bmanor%2Bin%2Bomaha%2Bne%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den"&gt;the haunted house&lt;/a&gt;.( third picture) while the lines go across the street and down to the end of the building or in other words if you where walking it across the street and then down the block till you came to the next set of cross walks. they block of part of the road and have porta pottys set up 3 or 4 of them. They all so have alsor of freaky people running around trying to scare you..... creepy bald guy with blood running down face and a chainsaw the SOUNDS like it worked REALLY well. some scary long haired lady dressed only in white with a big nose. All of a sudden you see the big guy with the chain saw jog over to the porta potties (saw a couple girls go in there about 30 sec ago) he starts banging on the doors and reving the chainsaw. The girls inside are screaming bloody murder and the entire crowd is is just staring. I think I prob would've peed my pants if I were them and hadn't made it that far yet. My daughter would not even THINK about using the porta potties after that. Hey thanks you all got me through my last hour unharmed and calm. you are all wonderful.!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3375/creepyhalloweenwi6.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3375/creepyhalloweenwi6.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3375/creepyhalloweenwi6.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3375/creepyhalloweenwi6.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-3797367011201905898?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/3797367011201905898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=3797367011201905898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3797367011201905898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3797367011201905898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8169279233054935954</id><published>2008-09-06T08:43:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:21:24.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cake wrecks</title><content type='html'>I've added &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake wrecks &lt;/a&gt;to my blog roll I love this place! Stole it from &lt;a href="http://moonlightpath97.blogspot.com/"&gt;Izzy &lt;/a&gt;Thanks Izzy. I must say I've had a few cake wrecks in my life quite a few. So here are few for you to decide which are wrecks and wich are ok. The first one is with out a doubt the most horrid thing I've ever done!!! and I HATE it but non the less I'm gonna share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fyi my mom was a cake decorator for the better part of my life. She was/is Really good at it and made all of our cakes when we were kids and did quite of few of my friends wedding/graduation cakes and bdays as well. So when she was done she gave me most of her stuff. Don't get me wrong she still borrows stuff every now and again to do a wedding or bday cake but for the most part shes retired from cake decorating. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on with the cakes let me know what u think and be HONEST or it will never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one was for my bestfriends wedding I know its a damn shame I fckn hate this cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKo5EjHFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/dus7-XTZ89I/s1600-h/t%26D+wedding+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242938614639695298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKo5EjHFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/dus7-XTZ89I/s320/t%26D+wedding+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one was for another friends wedding&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKoXx2tdCI/AAAAAAAAADU/aoQFSEa8JWA/s1600-h/T+%26+S+cake+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242938042685944866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKoXx2tdCI/AAAAAAAAADU/aoQFSEa8JWA/s320/T+%26+S+cake+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was my first wedding cake. Was made for a girl I worked with. I know nothing like starting out little right LOL. My mom and my sister came down and helped me with this. Thank god or I never would have got it done. My entire kitchen was covered in cake. LOL each cake on there had 2 layers so thats 22 cakes. I had to use my mother in laws fridge.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKoL8JbEaI/AAAAAAAAADM/d_gPW45upiM/s1600-h/MY+1ST+wedding+cake+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242937839290356130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKoL8JbEaI/AAAAAAAAADM/d_gPW45upiM/s320/MY+1ST+wedding+cake+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of my favorites. My first tractor. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242937491521058354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKn3smwtjI/AAAAAAAAADE/NFw2CpANkZM/s320/MY+TRACTOR+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; had lots of fun makin them and have made inprovements on the tractor and I do trucks too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8169279233054935954?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8169279233054935954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8169279233054935954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8169279233054935954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8169279233054935954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/09/cake-wrecks.html' title='cake wrecks'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKo5EjHFcI/AAAAAAAAADc/dus7-XTZ89I/s72-c/t%26D+wedding+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-9064141250245376770</id><published>2008-09-06T08:18:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:26:56.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sign</title><content type='html'>I swear this sign is just out side the badlands in South Dakota. I mean the plague seriously! Personaly I think it's a ploy so you don't get out and take rock or fossils. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242931450090908946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKiYChkbRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A8PUoC370Tc/s320/south+dakota+2008+set+2+396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTFN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3506609104020427955-9064141250245376770?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/9064141250245376770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/9064141250245376770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/09/sign.html' title='sign'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SMKiYChkbRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A8PUoC370Tc/s72-c/south+dakota+2008+set+2+396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-1822197536519909004</id><published>2008-08-28T18:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:22:25.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up!</title><content type='html'>Ok a lot has happened since I've been here. I finally passed my &lt;a href="http://www.cci-online.org/apprcis.html"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt; at the bottom there is a sample test. It sucked and I'm glad it's over! At this time I am not doing the job I passed the test for which is just fine with me. Not really but thats how life works. beings that I wasn't on call as much this summer we were able to do A LOT of stuff we went camping more than once! I was able to do volleyball every Thursday. We went to South Dakota and I took time off while I had family over. To be honest my life has been a lot of fun with out all the call but I do miss the job.I have BEEN ABLE TO READ!!!!!!!! this excites me to no end. When I was studying I made my self promise not to read ANYTHING for enjoyment till I had passed my test. I have read Janet Evanovich series Stephine Plum and loved it I just have the last one to go and will wait till it comes out on paper back. I have also read quite a few others. It's very exciting to be able to read again and not feel guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;         The monster turned 3 this month and is still fitting to his name. LOL &lt;br /&gt;                 My daughter is playing football this season. I must say I'm quite proud of her for this she sees something she wants and goes for it! Shes not great at it but she likes to play and has a good time. She also does Taekwando. So her nights are busy which is good. There for a while she was lying a lot and getting into her fair share of trouble. I didn't know what to do but hopefully that's over for a while.We had a long talk and I hope she makes the right decisions in life! Thats all I got for know will update sooner next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1822197536519909004?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1822197536519909004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1822197536519909004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1822197536519909004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1822197536519909004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/08/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7009036417647549769</id><published>2008-05-19T22:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:18.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SDJci-j0W3I/AAAAAAAAACk/XaLGd6soqXM/s1600-h/Looba+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SDJci-j0W3I/AAAAAAAAACk/XaLGd6soqXM/s320/Looba+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202322275544882034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7009036417647549769?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7009036417647549769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7009036417647549769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7009036417647549769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7009036417647549769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/05/looba.html' title='Looba'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/SDJci-j0W3I/AAAAAAAAACk/XaLGd6soqXM/s72-c/Looba+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-8852967044969322365</id><published>2008-04-24T19:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:14:51.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Ok Holly wanted me to update and this is what I came up with this kid is SO cute made me crack up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=29222505"&gt;korean baby singing hey jude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=29222505&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8852967044969322365?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8852967044969322365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8852967044969322365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8852967044969322365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8852967044969322365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7012018812415092595</id><published>2008-01-03T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:33:56.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crazytrainrocks.com/logo_00_op_800x209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.crazytrainrocks.com/logo_00_op_800x209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second test is on Saturday. I'm scared shit less and instead of studying I'm here telling you about it. I have been studying non stop for the last 2 weeks and I feel like my brain is just mush now. Like it won't hold any more info about cardiac crap if my life depended on it(thankfully it doesn't just my job for the next 45 days!) I keep taking practice test and usually end up getting a grade between 60 and 80 (have to have a 70 to pass)so I guess my chances are 50/50 to pass but I tell ya I'm about to die.Anybody have any great last minute study tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7012018812415092595?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7012018812415092595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7012018812415092595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7012018812415092595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7012018812415092595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2008/01/2nd-test.html' title='2nd test'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2390652268957729049</id><published>2007-12-25T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:57:25.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.e-wallpapers.info/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/merry_christmas_by_dimant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.e-wallpapers.info/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/merry_christmas_by_dimant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2390652268957729049?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2390652268957729049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2390652268957729049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2390652268957729049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2390652268957729049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7206601339971499375</id><published>2007-12-18T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:40:39.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly kids</title><content type='html'>Ok I was checking out Isabels blog a coulpe days ago and heard the song "baby it's cold out side". I really like this song have ever since "Elf" so I decided to look for it for my space and ran accross this on you tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/70_fUU58-ls&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/70_fUU58-ls&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just out of curisoty I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjNLTITIpHk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjNLTITIpHk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crack me up!&lt;br /&gt;I never did get my myspace changed! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7206601339971499375?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7206601339971499375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7206601339971499375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7206601339971499375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7206601339971499375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/12/silly-kids.html' title='Silly kids'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-5395350433122560330</id><published>2007-12-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:54:18.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The flu</title><content type='html'>The FLU got the FLU the whole damn lot of us! I feel as though I've been cleaning for the last 5 years! we're starting to feel better. D_baby went back to school today and I think honey and I will go back to work tomorrow. I'm at the point were I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired! &lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on getting back to work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fontcraft.com/BirdFlu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.fontcraft.com/BirdFlu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-5395350433122560330?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/5395350433122560330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=5395350433122560330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5395350433122560330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5395350433122560330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/12/flu.html' title='The flu'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-9145394872361690882</id><published>2007-11-28T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:04:51.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED!</title><content type='html'>Haven't written in a while because I've been extremely busy. Mostly studying and the whole running after the kids thing. So here I am to tell you alot of nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my &lt;a href="http://www.cci-online.org/science.html"&gt;science exam&lt;/a&gt;. I am extremely elated about this I thought for sure I'd fail then my life would crumble around me.NOPE I passed. Now all I have to do is pass the registry exam! I'm scared but I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a simpler note thanksgiving was great.We went to my moms house and all of my moms kids where there it was great to be together again it seems like forever since that's happened. Us girls went shopping on the day after thanksgiving we had so much fun and are already talking about doing it next year. Which is funny cuz my mom and sister both said they weren't going to do it again. But that was closer to 3:30 AM &lt;br /&gt;At about 10:00 all four of the girls were smiling and having a great time. we took my moms REALLY small car to go shopping and ended up a little closer than we all wanted to be. But we had fun and it gave us a chance to get to know Sam (My brothers pregnant girlfriend). Let me just say I love her and that she fits in prefect with our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.co.grays-harbor.wa.us/info/pub_svcs/Recycle/Graphics/Christmas%20Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.co.grays-harbor.wa.us/info/pub_svcs/Recycle/Graphics/Christmas%20Tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went and cut down my moms Christmas tree. We had a blast. The place was great! I had never "cut down the tree before" we always go the local place and just pick out a precut one. We will definitely be doing that again. What a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-9145394872361690882?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/9145394872361690882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=9145394872361690882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/9145394872361690882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/9145394872361690882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8236842612573984795</id><published>2007-10-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:30:24.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things about me</title><content type='html'>1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Nope. &lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? No, it's very sloppy. &lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Turkey&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Yep. A boy and a girl. &lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I think so. &lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A Lot? Not a lot but some days.&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yup. &lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Not a chance in hell too much of a chicken. Afraid the cord will snap.&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? pops. &lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No!&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Smile &lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Pink&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? my weight of course I wanna be skinny and uber sexy one day!&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? There's this one girl that lives in Cali that I haven't seen in FOREVER I miss her a whole bunch!! I also miss my fam and friends in S.D. &lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO DO THIS? Sure, why not? &lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Still in my Jammies &lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Chicken taco from Elbees yum!&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Cartoons in the back ground&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Yellow. &lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Fresh Cut Grass and Lilacs. ditto&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Shawna&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yep shes one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Little league Football. &lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Brown. &lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR? Again with the boring brown.&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Some days but more often than not my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;30 FAVORITE FOOD? Probably roast beast.&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? A scary movie that ends happily. Ditto at least one person has to get away!&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Surfs up.&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Purple Jammies.&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer. I don't much care for the cold!&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? Both.&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT? There are too many to chose from to just pick one! &lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Don't know&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Not sure. &lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Nothing, For enjoyment anyway. &lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Conagra frozen foods, now that you ask I have no Idea where it came from either. &lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV.Last LAST NIGHT? Movies: Evan almighty and Surfs up. &lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND? The kids laughing, always makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles all the way! ditto&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Either Canada or New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Not really. I can decorate cake but it's more of a hobby than a talent.&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Deadwood S.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please play if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8236842612573984795?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8236842612573984795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8236842612573984795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8236842612573984795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8236842612573984795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-things-about-me.html' title='Random things about me'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8106692394490500707</id><published>2007-10-01T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:18.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D_baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;D_baby has started cheer leading again this year. We all have a good time going to the games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey took me out to see the houses ( he works for a company that builds custom homes) a couple weeks ago. Here's a couple pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RwhZjTb6AaI/AAAAAAAAACc/HpzcO7Aww-c/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RwhZjTb6AaI/AAAAAAAAACc/HpzcO7Aww-c/s320/065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118439439554183586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RwhZYzb6AZI/AAAAAAAAACU/ah7ROKdvWvA/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RwhZYzb6AZI/AAAAAAAAACU/ah7ROKdvWvA/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118439259165557138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a house I just haven't found the "perfect" one. It has to be out there some where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our best friends got married last weekend. Just a small wedding though it was beautiful. The reception was at the casino the next night. A good time was had by all. There was a really good band called rough cut&lt;a href="http://roughcutrocks.com/main2.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My husband had WAY too much to drink and spent most of the night dancing! As did the bride! We didn't get home till about 3:30. After the bar closed we went to the casino. Just glutton for punishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the kids pictures taken this week and was pretty happy with the turn out. I was extremely worried about the monster beings he doesn't like to sit in one place for more than 5 seconds at a time, but they did really good and used it to their advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have all of you been up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8106692394490500707?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8106692394490500707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8106692394490500707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8106692394490500707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8106692394490500707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RwhZjTb6AaI/AAAAAAAAACc/HpzcO7Aww-c/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-8058326685078280428</id><published>2007-10-01T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:51:24.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D_baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Illegal</title><content type='html'>Last night my daughter asks the monster if he wants a vitamin (they are allowed one a day) they're &lt;a href="http://img.nextag.com/image/Flintstones-Children-Multi-Vitamin/1/000/005/072/955/507295575.jpg"&gt;flinstone chewable gummies&lt;/a&gt; The monster loves them so naturally walks in behind her to get one. She gladly forks it over and he says : " more, more please"&lt;br /&gt;D_baby: "no no more" I explained to her earlier in the week that more than one a day could make him AND her sick so ONLY ONE A DAY&lt;br /&gt;the monster: "Please more"&lt;br /&gt;D_baby : "no if I give you more it's illegal!"&lt;br /&gt;The monster then turns to honey and I and says "more illegal please."&lt;br /&gt;I Tell him "No more VITAMINS you can only have ONE a day."&lt;br /&gt;Honey is in the chair giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to this afternoon D_baby is again getting down the vitamins and The monster runs over and gets one. Then runs up to my husband and says "look daddy more got more illegal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this one is going to give me a run for my money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8058326685078280428?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8058326685078280428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8058326685078280428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8058326685078280428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8058326685078280428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Illegal'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-1139390585048885265</id><published>2007-09-10T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T06:43:30.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Blah, crazy stories</title><content type='html'>Today is dreary and I feel this way. Just one of those days. I should go home cuz work is boring. Not a lot going on but I have to stay cuz I'm the late shift person!(even though I had to come in early today) Good Gawd listen to me wine. YES I WANT CHEESE TOO. Only 3 more hours to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good weekend. On Saturday my friend and I had a bridal shower for another friend. It was quite fun not tooo goofy though. We had the guests answer questions about the bride, make penises out of play dough, and make the bride a wedding dress out of garbage bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening D_baby had a pep rally Honey took her cuz I was finishing up with the shower. By the time I got there D-babys' team had already gone. Damn I suck. We stayed and watched the rest of the teams then went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/HPM/BM1162~Crazy-Doesn-t-Cover-It-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/HPM/BM1162~Crazy-Doesn-t-Cover-It-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some friends over which really isn't anything new they usually appear at least once during the weekend. It's so nice to have another couple to do things with even if it's just sitting in the yard bullshitting. They also have two children 11 and 9&lt;br /&gt;Both boys and our kids get along great! we were sitting out in the lawn and "honey decides to tell them about the "haunted house" up the hill. Its not really haunted I'm even sure people live there but the kids about die sitting on the edge of there seats every time he speaks. So before I know it They're all going up there " the 2 men the 2 boys and D_baby" The monster was so disappointed he didn't get to go but hes "too little" About 20 minutes later the whole lot of them come running out of the woods screaming freaked out cuz they "saw something" which I'm about one hundred percent sure was "nothing" Larry swears to me (while winking out of one eye so the kids can't see) that he saw someone and it wasn't good. &lt;br /&gt;Now lets discuss this a little cuz really my husband embellishes ALOT the children love it now don't get me wrong the basis of the story is correct just not the ALL the details. For example we went hunting for frogs once and there were a Whole bunch of them dead. The mud was really deep and I got stuck honey had to get me out I lost BOTH my shoes in the mud and I had mud up to knees and it was alot of fun. Now here is where Honey would tell the kids that the mud caused us to have boils on our legs and that puss ran from them for days! I know pretty gross but they eat the shit up. The crazier the better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1139390585048885265?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1139390585048885265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1139390585048885265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1139390585048885265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1139390585048885265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/09/blah.html' title='Blah, crazy stories'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-3686082142439099518</id><published>2007-09-04T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:16:58.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>butterflies</title><content type='html'>I applied for a preapproval home loan today and I have that icky feeling in my stomach like my world is about to crash. I'm sure it's because no one in their &lt;strong&gt;right mind &lt;/strong&gt;would give me money for a home loan. BUT I WANT ONE SO BAD. I've looked at dozens on the internet and a few actual homes. I haven't found one I love yet but know what I'll get approved for either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been SO careful over the past year not to do ANYTHING bad to my credit or Honeys&lt;br /&gt;but some how don't think this will help. I've also made it better IE paid off all credit cards and cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the intrest rate will be to high or if we'll have enough money or if oh shit. I worry way to much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-3686082142439099518?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/3686082142439099518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=3686082142439099518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3686082142439099518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3686082142439099518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/09/butterflies.html' title='butterflies'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8269681250532614408</id><published>2007-08-31T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:20:53.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to bitch a little</title><content type='html'>So yesterday (Thursday) I worked late. I was about ten minutes (3:50)from leaving and crazy train called and said there was a PT in the ER. I told him I had to run and get the tags for honeys car and then I'd be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDE NOTE: I wasn't supposed to be on call but one of the girls was sick and crazy train told her he would take her call. Then asked me if I would take "his" call till 8:00 my stipulation was I needed to tag the car first. END SIDE NOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I came back to work and it ended up being a hellaish case(sorry if I spelled that wrong!) I asked WP (winney the pooh) to call honey to pick up the kids. No answer&lt;br /&gt;called again at 6:30 about 4 times in half hour no answer. About this time I'm ready to KILL him. Finally I call again at 7:00 and he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: where are you&lt;br /&gt;H: here (jack ass)&lt;br /&gt;ME: wheres here &lt;br /&gt;H: home&lt;br /&gt;ME: I've been trying to call you!&lt;br /&gt;H: this is the first time the phone has rang honestly( in his defense his cell service sucks)&lt;br /&gt;ME: I belive you ! I was going to have you pick up the kids but I guess I'll just have to get them on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;H: sorry if I would have know I would have got them.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Alright I love you bye &lt;br /&gt;H:  love you bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home at about 9:00 tend to the kids and fall asleep on the couch. Honey in his state of stupidity (this happens to him sometimes. Now remember I'm already not to awful happy with him) 1st off if I'm not there by 6:00 when you get home and I get off work at &lt;strong&gt;4:00 &lt;/strong&gt; wouldn't you think to call but what ever!&lt;br /&gt;He comes and lays on top of me nothing sexual about it really it was just a full body hug (I should be happy cuz he likes to cuddle). I get pissed and throw him  off  me and he lands on the floor yeah I pretty much rolled him on to the floor. He gets up stomps off and says "I was just trying to give you loves" *pout* Please when I'm sleeping! (he must have really gotten beat with the stupitity stick sometime during the day) I then proceed to scream at him " IF YOU LOVED ME YOU WOULD HAVE PICKED UP THE KIDS!" Ok so I know at this point we are both being childish but still somedays we drive each other batty!&lt;br /&gt;In the end I got in to bed a couple hours later and went to sleep. It's a good thing we don't stay mad at each other long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8269681250532614408?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8269681250532614408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8269681250532614408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8269681250532614408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8269681250532614408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-to-bitch-little.html' title='Just to bitch a little'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-3079949718576108123</id><published>2007-08-31T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:46:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I know its old news but I love it</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is I freak everytime I watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTLDLWhgV1c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTLDLWhgV1c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure Lindasy Lohann almost creams her jeans too. LOL &lt;br /&gt;I read the book shortly before I found out the movie was coming out. I cried the whole way though both and now that I've seen the clip again I want to see the movie again. But honey made promise to never make him watch it. Damn it! isn't he suppossed to be going out of town SOON! Maybe I'll rent it anyhow and kick him out of the house for a couple hours and make him take the kids too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which kiss I like better the movie scene or the awards one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-3079949718576108123?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/3079949718576108123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=3079949718576108123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3079949718576108123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3079949718576108123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-i-know-its-old-news-but-i-love-it.html' title='Ok I know its old news but I love it'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-461977350471480297</id><published>2007-08-20T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:20.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>our trip home</title><content type='html'>on our way home we had an interesting and fun trip. We took the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.reptile-gardens.com/"&gt;reptile gardens&lt;/a&gt; it was fun the alligator show was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspggvcpzmI/AAAAAAAAACM/faTJyeCL18g/s1600-h/southdakota+2+2007+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspggvcpzmI/AAAAAAAAACM/faTJyeCL18g/s320/southdakota+2+2007+170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100995643559235170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take the long way home and drive through the badlands. It was beautiful. I've never been before and I was glad we did it. &lt;br /&gt;I also realized something on the way home that people who live WAY OUT in the boonies have like seven cars . Not that they don't get new a car when the need arise just that they don't ever get ride of the old ones I found this very perplexing. I may have to think on it a little more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/Rspf5vcpzlI/AAAAAAAAACE/StE1cGxKauU/s1600-h/southdakota+2+2007+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/Rspf5vcpzlI/AAAAAAAAACE/StE1cGxKauU/s320/southdakota+2+2007+200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100994973544336978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the way home we saw a bar now I know what your thinking so what a bar. But this one was special it was a &lt;strong&gt;drive though bar&lt;/strong&gt;. I was about rolling on the floor. Of course we had to go there cuz I needed Ice.( I forgot it on the last stop Poor honey sometime I'm a BAD wife) LOL So the next two pictures are of the bar with a drive through window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspfUPcpzkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DYqkiYHy39E/s1600-h/southdakota+2+2007+211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspfUPcpzkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DYqkiYHy39E/s320/southdakota+2+2007+211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100994329299242562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspeNPcpzjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-9UxBo9faDk/s1600-h/southdakota+2+2007+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspeNPcpzjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-9UxBo9faDk/s320/southdakota+2+2007+210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100993109528530482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pheasant they can be found as I discovered ALL over the back roads of S.D. &lt;br /&gt;Pheasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/Rspd6fcpziI/AAAAAAAAABs/wCOCmF37LwE/s1600-h/southdakota+2+2007+223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/Rspd6fcpziI/AAAAAAAAABs/wCOCmF37LwE/s320/southdakota+2+2007+223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100992787405983266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when a pheasant hits the windshield of your car! Yea I know I got shitty luck. What are ya gonna do? I out lined the crack in black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspdmvcpzhI/AAAAAAAAABk/97l9yjd24NM/s1600-h/southdakota+2+2007+214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspdmvcpzhI/AAAAAAAAABk/97l9yjd24NM/s320/southdakota+2+2007+214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100992448103566866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I SWEAR this sign was in one of the towns we drove though. I found it so amusing I had to go back and take a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspbHfcpzgI/AAAAAAAAABc/OfuEGg4FVF4/s1600-h/southdakota+2+2007+225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspbHfcpzgI/AAAAAAAAABc/OfuEGg4FVF4/s320/southdakota+2+2007+225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100989712209399298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-461977350471480297?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/461977350471480297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=461977350471480297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/461977350471480297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/461977350471480297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-trip-home.html' title='our trip home'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RspggvcpzmI/AAAAAAAAACM/faTJyeCL18g/s72-c/southdakota+2+2007+170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-9074906001470069514</id><published>2007-08-13T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:25:41.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost getting arrested</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.policetees.com/images/patches/pa498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.policetees.com/images/patches/pa498.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So we're on our way back from Deadwood gambling (Honey and I)didn't spend much but we doubled our money so all was well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling him how hard it is to see all the people I want to see before it's time to go home (almost in tears btw). We get about half way through Spearfish and about 4 blocks form our hotel. I see flashing red lights. SON OF A _____.&lt;br /&gt;I think really quick what did I do? I can't think of any thing so I start bawl ling ( I am a big baby) cuz I was already upset about how the not having enough time to see everyone. &lt;br /&gt;Officer walks up to the car:&lt;br /&gt;SPD: " hey how are you tonight"&lt;br /&gt;ME: " not so great" still crying"&lt;br /&gt;SPD " are you ok" Shines light at honey like he'd just beat me . LOL&lt;br /&gt;ME " yes I'll be fine I'm just having a bad night" still crying&lt;br /&gt;SPD: I take it you didn't know you had a tail light out.&lt;br /&gt;Me " no is that all. I didn't think I was speeding." starting to calm down&lt;br /&gt;SPD: " Do you have your licence, registration and insurance with you?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: I look for my stuff can't find the registration and insurance so I dig out my drivers licence and fork it over. " I can't find my registration and insurance" I do have them though." Sniffling but done crying&lt;br /&gt;SPD " you do know it's a violation not to carry those in your car with you at all times right ?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Yes sir I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;SPD: it's ok just make sure you get them in here as soon as you can. &lt;br /&gt;ME: "Ok thanks."&lt;br /&gt;SPD " I'm just going to run your licence and I'll be back"&lt;br /&gt;Me "sound good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone for about 7 minutes at which point I start to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "somethings not right its taking to long . He should have been back by now"&lt;br /&gt;Honey : :everything will be alright Drew"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he came back&lt;br /&gt;SPD: " Mrs. _____ Do you know you have a warrant out for your arrest in the state of south Dakota?&lt;br /&gt;ME: "No I don't it's not mine" BAWLING AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Side note &lt;/strong&gt;Ok about a year and a half ago I got a letter from the sheriff dept over by Brookings telling me I had a warrant out for my arrest. Dumbfounded I called to talk to the sheriff. He said it was for a bad check I had written. I said where was it written to ? Long story short the check was written to a bar, for cash, before I was even 21 I assured him that I had never lived in Brookings or anywhere close to it. And that I surely was not in a bar writing checks for cash at any point in my life so he asked me my social security # and a few other personal info things and confirmed that it was not me. There for I thought that he had taken it off of my &lt;strong&gt;end side note &lt;/strong&gt; I GUESS NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPD: " Are you sure."&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Yes check the social security numbers"&lt;br /&gt;SPD: " OK" Then at about this time my HUSBAND (damn him) moved his feet and what should the cop hear but bottles on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;SPD: "MAM are those beer bottles on the floor of your car?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "yes sir they are. We went to my high school reunion this after noon and I didn't want to leave them in the park. (this is true)&lt;br /&gt;SPD: " Have you been drinking?"&lt;br /&gt;ME" no sir. You can give me a breathalyzer or even run me in and take my blood, Field sobriety what ever you'd like! I have NOT been drinking" At this point I'm sure I'm going to spend the rest of my life in the SPD jail. &lt;br /&gt;( Just so You know I DO NOT EVER DRINK AND DRIVE. Shit I barley drink. Honey likes to drink to much for me to take it up. LOL Somebody has to be the sober driver!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gives me the spiel about open container. &lt;br /&gt;Which I understand is his job. He says he'll check my social security number and be right back. I'm sure at this point I'm going to jail I tell honey that I'm going he calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes back about 5 minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;SPD: &lt;blockquote&gt;mam are you ling to me?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "no I'm not I swear." By this time they had 3 cop cars with lights flashing and a cop on his bicycle. &lt;br /&gt;I wondered if they thought I was going to run or something? I wouldn't do that its not a pretty sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPD: we ran the social and so far its coming back as you. ( I just want to know how you only run half the social security#) LOL&lt;br /&gt;ME : IT"S NOT ME I SWEAR TO GOD! I explain the above story to him. yep you guessed it now bawling again!&lt;br /&gt;SPD: Mam can you please come back to my car with me &lt;br /&gt;ME: "I swear its not mine. I swear on my life it's not mine." I am now heading back to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPD calls dispatch and gets the number directly calls and verifies that it is not the same social.&lt;br /&gt;SPD: "I'm really sorry about all that."&lt;br /&gt;Me: now sniffling but not crying anymore. " I understand you have to do what you have to do."&lt;br /&gt;SPD: " I just have to get verification from my dispatcher and then I can let you go"&lt;br /&gt;ME: Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get back into the car and he follows me. &lt;br /&gt;SPD: " I just want to get a look at those bottles." I think he was looking for at least &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; full one. &lt;br /&gt;SPD: are you sure you haven't been drinking?&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Really sure But I may start now!"&lt;br /&gt;SPD: "That's fine just as long as you don't drink when your done."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I won't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end he wrote me a fix it ticket. Not even one that I had to go back and show him that I'd fixed the tail light. He was VERY nice about the whole thing. Thank God he could have drug me off to jail and asked questions later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drove to the nearest liquor store and I got a four pack of mudslides! &lt;br /&gt;I think I drank one or two then fell a sleep. Honey was very attenative for the rest of the night making sure I was ok.&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for the warrant for my arrest again and can't find it. I even called the sheriffs dept again to talk to them and they don't have anything on me. (So they say! I guess we'll see the next time I go to SD!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-9074906001470069514?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/9074906001470069514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=9074906001470069514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/9074906001470069514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/9074906001470069514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/08/almost-getting-arrested.html' title='Almost getting arrested'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-763374490153208535</id><published>2007-08-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:33:15.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>vacation day 2</title><content type='html'>WE went to see roughlock falls pictured here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://je018.k12.sd.us/ttl%20trip_files/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://je018.k12.sd.us/ttl%20trip_files/image014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it really is that beautiful! took a whole bunch of dirt roads and then went back to the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My Cusion was possed to meet us there and my little sister. We all BSD for a while and went swimming. Around 7:00 I got ready to the bar for the high school reunion. WE had a great time at the bar. Honey had ALOT to drink and was quite funny. Kledas tried talking him into streaking( was gonna pay him 50 buck's)! He would have done it too but sister and I made him promise not too. The next day people kept coming up to him and asking how he felt. He kept saying great thanks and looking at them funny. Then one of the girls REintroduced her self. Yeap it was pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. We went to the picnic in the park and again my kids played in the creek the entire time. I wish they played in the creeks here (but upon further inspection this does not sound like a good Idea) Then went to Deadwood that evening just honey and I.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I Almost got arrested on the way home but thats another story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-763374490153208535?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/763374490153208535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=763374490153208535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/763374490153208535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/763374490153208535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-day-2.html' title='vacation day 2'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-6961384434254643685</id><published>2007-08-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:01:18.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D_baby'/><title type='text'>Phone call</title><content type='html'>D_baby called last night! Thank God! She sounded great very excited. Said she had two awesome room mates. Her flight was good ( a little boring in between flights they stuck her in a room to wait for the next flight.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has only been gone for a day and although I'm very excited for her I miss her very much. Shes gone to stay with nana before and that doesn't bother me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly, all I got to say is kudos cuz it's only been a day and I'm going nuts I can't imagine having to miss them for a summer!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. she called at 10:15 their time! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6961384434254643685?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6961384434254643685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6961384434254643685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6961384434254643685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6961384434254643685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/08/phone-call.html' title='Phone call'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2572657314262676277</id><published>2007-08-04T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T09:21:14.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panicked!</title><content type='html'>Ok. So I sent D_baby on a plane this am to washington D.C. (with unaccompanied minor status) I want to talk to her and ask if shes ok and how was her flight and if she meet any new friends and if the kids are nice and a whole other slew of things. Which I didn't even think of doing this after noon when she called cuz I was so happy she made it there in one piece I forgot to ask her any of the important questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling her but she didn't answer her phone. Which makes me even more nervous. She prob in bed it's 9:45 there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2572657314262676277?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2572657314262676277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2572657314262676277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2572657314262676277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2572657314262676277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/08/panicked.html' title='Panicked!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-3199357594498343797</id><published>2007-07-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:21.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation day 1</title><content type='html'>We had a nice drive to S.D. we stayed at my moms the night before so it only took us 6 hours instead of 8 and a half. This is what we saw on the drive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RqqbSDXaZ9I/AAAAAAAAABE/FWA3FIQ5Vjw/s1600-h/southdakota+1+2007+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RqqbSDXaZ9I/AAAAAAAAABE/FWA3FIQ5Vjw/s320/southdakota+1+2007+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092053063139223506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Yes lots of corvettes as there is a corvette rally in Spearfish every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RqqbijXaZ-I/AAAAAAAAABM/3kkSdX8YQTI/s1600-h/southdakota+1+2007+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RqqbijXaZ-I/AAAAAAAAABM/3kkSdX8YQTI/s320/southdakota+1+2007+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092053346607065058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE checked into the hotel at about 2:00 which was nice considering that check in isn't till 4:00. We than took the kids to the fish hatchery and the park we had a great time. By the way if you ever feed the fish expect your hands to smell like fish food for a couple hour after words( yes smart arses I washed my hands!)They have massive fish there and I thank god that my husband doesn't fish! The kids loved playing in the creek. I tried to keep the monster dry but he loves the water and as such this is nearly impossible! He was completely wet from head to toe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that I took alot of things for granted when I moved like how beautiful it is there. For example because people here don't swim in lakes or play in the creek (the creek runs though the park in the town where I grew up). Some of them play in the lake HOWEVER THESE PEOPLE OWN A HOUSE ON THE LAKE. Which I will never own unless I win the lottery or think of a better get rich quick scheme. Here is a picture of the creek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RqqevTXaZ_I/AAAAAAAAABU/F1AboBe9cJc/s1600-h/southdakota+1+2007+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RqqevTXaZ_I/AAAAAAAAABU/F1AboBe9cJc/s320/southdakota+1+2007+075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092056864185280498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the creek we went to my grandmas and grandpas (we'll call them G&amp;G from now on)&lt;br /&gt;my aunt was there and took the kids for a walk in the north forty ( an expression that means way the hell out in the middle of now where. D-baby has a sickness like her mom in that she LOVES rocks and the monster is just plain crazy. My aunt comes back into the house laughing and catching her breath! "The monster took off running and hes not easy to catch!" (they all think I'm feeding them a line when I tell them he's a quick little thing with a bit of orneryness in him!)"And D_baby is trying to bring the mountain side of rocks back with her. LOL" She wasn't lieing they had to make two trips to get all the rocks back to G&amp;G's house. WE took home a five gallon bucket of rock plus prob another 5 gallon bucket that wasn't in the actual bucket. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say D-Baby and I are in rock heaven! I'm pretty sure my aunt is the one who started it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE then went back to the hotel. Will post day 2 later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-3199357594498343797?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/3199357594498343797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=3199357594498343797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3199357594498343797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3199357594498343797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacation-day-1.html' title='vacation day 1'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RqqbSDXaZ9I/AAAAAAAAABE/FWA3FIQ5Vjw/s72-c/southdakota+1+2007+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-2350780740036019353</id><published>2007-07-27T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:23:07.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holly is the Bomb'/><title type='text'>Hugs for Holly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/icons/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u276/thomas91790/hugs.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I want to tell my friend Holly that I love her and if she needs anything to call of email or scream what ever!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2350780740036019353?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2350780740036019353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2350780740036019353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2350780740036019353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2350780740036019353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/07/hugs-for-holly.html' title='Hugs for Holly!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-797188889183598359</id><published>2007-07-25T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:45:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back from vacation</title><content type='html'>Back from vacation.More deets later this should hold you over till then. Stole it from Holly. Thanks Holly love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/The_Ultimate_Harry_Potter_Personality_Quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/060707/resultcard_e.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;br&gt;Find out your Harry Potter personality at LiquidGeneration!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-797188889183598359?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/797188889183598359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=797188889183598359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/797188889183598359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/797188889183598359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-vacation.html' title='back from vacation'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7555302091022472928</id><published>2007-07-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:51:16.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>I know shame on me!</title><content type='html'>I have been bad and not blogged for about 2 weeks.Not good! I've just been busy with summer, getting ready to go home, looking for a house and trying to get D_baby off to Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important things first I want to wish Holly a Happy Birthday! Love ya! hope it was and still is a great Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaguarprint.com/images/solutions/cards/GC_Birthday2_Hor_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.jaguarprint.com/images/solutions/cards/GC_Birthday2_Hor_Sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th of July went well. We went to a co workers early in the afternoon (the kids and I, Honey had to work) had a nice time the kids played in the pool and gawked about the trains. Seriously his train layout is amazing hence the nick name Crazy train from a previous post Well that and cuz hes crazy. Then we went home and had a nice evening there a few friends stopped by but no killer bash like past years. I kinda missed the craziness. We lit off fireworks in the street (this is nuts to me I grew up in the black hills of SD and this was unheard of) We live close to a base and they have a nice fireworks display we can see from the yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been actively searching for a house to live in I feel like the trailer is closing in around me. Here are the ones I really like &lt;a href="http://www.npdodge.com/idx_home.cfm?mls=20704409"&gt;#1&lt;/a&gt;I like this one because it's a good size in a neighbor hood I really like and it's new so I 'don't have to worry about getting a home inspection or anything to deal with past owners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npdodge.com/idx_home.cfm?mls=20704639"&gt;#2&lt;/a&gt; I like this one cus it seems cozy there is ALOT of storage space it has little nicks and cracks all over the place. And the kitchen is newly redone. &lt;a href="http://www.npdodge.com/idx_home.cfm?mls=20712503"&gt;#3&lt;/a&gt; I kinda like this one but not as much as the first two. It's yellow that's a bonus. &lt;a href="http://www.npdodge.com/idx_home.cfm?mls=20713881"&gt;#4&lt;/a&gt; this is the design I want. I like that it has stainless steal appliances and hard surface counter tops( I don't do well with white anything. this is what the &lt;a href="http://www.omahanewhomes.com/TapestryHomeCollection.asp?SelectionTitle=Cezanne"&gt;floorplan&lt;/a&gt; looks like. I Then think about more than one level and about die trying to make my decision. I like the idea of everything being on one floor and not having to run up and down stairs (yeah I'm lazy so hate me for it!) I looked at 6 houses already and they were mostly 2 level with one trilevel in there. I looked at # 2 and really like it quite a bit(the only ranch I looked at so far) Some ok well most of the rest of the house is outdated well at least cosmetically and I don't want to do that. Oh shit I can't decide! I'm just going to live in the trailer forever and have the walls close in on me as shit piles up cuz I have no where to go with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there is the WONDERFUL honey the butt head I can't get him to look at any of the houses with me but trace and uncle D went with me to a couple of them)! He does tell me he wants to move but doesn't even want to get the preapproval yet( yes I know Holly this is essential) and will be done when we come back from SD Even if I have to drag him by his ears while hes kicking and screaming! To be honest I think he's just a little scared. Which he should be its a big decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling daughter is going to Washington in early august and has a list of things to get done. Bless her heart she is just like her mother which means only about half of them are accomplished. I did manage to get her a airplane ticket today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high School reunion is this weekend I'm looking forward to it we're going to have a great time!I am however a little nervous. Which is OK. I'll get to see some of my friends people I haven't seen in about 10 years. There are a few I will miss &lt;strong&gt;*UH HUM*&lt;/strong&gt;. I have so many people to see and so little time it almost breaks my heart! &lt;br /&gt;Ok thats about now all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7555302091022472928?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7555302091022472928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7555302091022472928&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7555302091022472928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7555302091022472928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-shame-on-me.html' title='I know shame on me!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4227200273679570602</id><published>2007-07-04T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:08:05.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Have a Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.travelsd.com/_images/placestogo/rushmore/fireworks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.travelsd.com/_images/placestogo/rushmore/fireworks3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day! Hope your all enjoying fireworks ,a good grill somewhere friends ,family oh and a good drink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teckwhyesec.org/~leewqk3d488/Testing/stll_gas_grilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.teckwhyesec.org/~leewqk3d488/Testing/stll_gas_grilling.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4227200273679570602?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4227200273679570602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4227200273679570602&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4227200273679570602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4227200273679570602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-happy-independence-day.html' title='Have a Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8044474082603108196</id><published>2007-07-02T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:44:36.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another one bites the dust'/><title type='text'>Beeper</title><content type='html'>Its a good thing I got my cell phone fixed cuz the day after The Monster stuck my beeper in the toilet and then flushed the only consulation was that it was a clean bowl. I can't even put make up on and not watch that kid for five seconds! Honey says hes running a tab on the kid for lost electonics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8044474082603108196?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8044474082603108196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8044474082603108196&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8044474082603108196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8044474082603108196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/07/beeper.html' title='Beeper'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4198227829605259387</id><published>2007-06-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:45:33.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another one bites the dust'/><title type='text'>Crazy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sawp-international.com/phone_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.sawp-international.com/phone_water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to day was crazy and here's why. Got up took my shower took the kids to the sitter and went to work. by the time I got to work I thought I was going to die my stomach hurt so bad. I called my Manager and told him I felt like shit and that I could stay if he needed me to but I couldn't promise anything about being productive. He said he'd go talk to noninvasive( my day to help out in noninvasive) and call me back so he does and says I can go. I leave to go home and on the way I stop to get a new cell phone (the monster dumped my cell in a bucket with water in it) she gives me a line of bull about having to go to a direct dealer like a half hour away from here I'm not doing this feeling like shit so I leave and go home sleep for a couple hours and NO for all you super moms out there I did not go get my kids I didn't mind paying the sitter cuz I felt like SHIT ( that ought to help get my rating up a little higher LOL) At about 11:50 sitter calls and says I need to go get the kids from back up sitter (sitter had a Dr. appt) so I go to get them after some grumbling about not feeling good. &lt;br /&gt;I walk into the bs house and we have a nice conversation it goes something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: hey how are you&lt;br /&gt;ME: good and you&lt;br /&gt;BS: fine thanks&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wheres the monster?&lt;br /&gt;BS the monster&lt;br /&gt;BS who's the monster? &lt;br /&gt;ME: You know my other kid? D_BABY (hollering to her to come tell me where sitter left monster)&lt;br /&gt;BS: D_babys not here&lt;br /&gt;Me: sitter told me she was leaving the kids with you.&lt;br /&gt;BS: no I haven't talked to sitter in a couple days.&lt;br /&gt;Ok BS is one of those people you go to visit and plan on staying for a couple minutes and end up half the night. It's kinda a running joke.&lt;br /&gt;So I tell her I'd better get and that I miss her and promise to come back soon (BS kicks ass shes lots of fun and so is her fam!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave and go to sitters appt. (not home look for some of her neighbors )&lt;br /&gt;then go home (member that track phone D_baby has ? Yeah it saved my ass today) try catching her at the doctors office nope already left.&lt;br /&gt;Then I try to go back to her house run into nice neighbor lady and ask her if she know what sitter did with my kids. She says she thinks they were going over to CASSIES. &lt;br /&gt;Cassies is out side (mind you not inside with my kids and or hers but what ever. She goes and gets the kids for me and I apologize profusely and explain to her what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go home and I put the monster down for his after noon nap its about 1:00 (damn the only good thing about being home sick is I get to watch my soap and I missed the entire thing oh well) I lay down on the couch and nap myself for a couple more hours then work calls and wants to know if I need them to take my call.&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not on call but thanks for checking. &lt;br /&gt;I get up and figure I'd better go get my phone b 4 they close (on call tomorrow can't be phone less) &lt;br /&gt;We leave around 3:30 get to the phone store at 4:00 we walk in and the machine is one of those you have to take a number. I find the approite button to click and hit it my number is 814 I hear them call 053 (no I'm not shitting you) then they all 54, 56, then 237 ok so maybe I won;t have to wait as long as I thought. after a 55 minute wait they call my number I'm frantically writing numbers down cuz I forgot mine doesn't have a sim card. (no the lady at the counter didn't tell me they could transfer them anyhow and all my previous phones had one) I 'm writing and shes talking to me. How did it break blah blah blah. So someone behind me catches my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Lady: Excuse me miss. Um your son is taking his shorts off.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god there are about 30 people in this store.&lt;br /&gt;ME: what? god hes quicker than snot shocking embarrassed look on face I turn around and low and behold there is my son with no shorts on ( he still wears pull ups)well the last time I got easy ups I accidentally got the pink ones you now with Dora and all the pretty flowers on them. So not only is he standing there with no pants on his undies are pink.I put his shorts back on and tell him to leave them on! he in return gives me that devilish grin hes aced so well and I tell him I mean it to leave them ON! He does thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head home once again.&lt;br /&gt;Honey calls &lt;br /&gt;Honey: Will you stop and get me smokes please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: sure I have to drop off the pager at mp's (miss pissy it's right by there)&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at the smoke shop I go in get cigars and come out. 3 minutes tops. MY car won't start !@$#$%@$^@ Ok I must not lie I prob am not as nice to my car as I should be.Meaning its been doing funny stuff for a while and I haven't wanted too fix it. So I didn't SHAME ON ME I KNOW! poor car. I call honey ask him if he'll come jump my car. I HATE ASKING HIM TO DO THESE KINDS OF THINGS FOR ME I change my own oil and fix my own tires and if I'd had jumper cables I would've asked jo blow if I could borrow his car for a minute. But Honey comes to do it after a min it works. and I'm on my way. I have one more stop to make I lend a friend some money We decided to meet at store just up from the smoke shop. I pull in hold out my hand to give her the money(can't shut the car off cuz battery will die again) friend has to hug and love on kids and my f@$#$%^@$^@&amp; car dies! UGH She has cables we hook up the car to hers and after about 5 minutes I figure its not going to work. FUCKING A I have to call honey AGAIN I hate that. He says he'll send BF (best friend) to get me out of jam Oh did I mention we're SUPPOSED to be shopping for her kids b-day gift? So bf and second husband show up (no not technically &amp; Holly get you mind out of the gutter that's gross!) LOL we get the cables hooked up. SH thinks its friend cables and hooks up his nope not cables so he takes the caps off my battery to see the water level. NO water yep that's right folks I said NO water. So me and BF go get a new battery being the old ones not going to get us anywhere. When we get back SH has car ready for new battery. YEAH SH its now about 7:30 I then have to stop and get money back for old battery (called core charge) and stop to get beer. SH reward for helping. We go shopping and I get home at about 10:00 I guess it was a good thing I was sick or I wouldn't have gotten all my shit done for the day! I didn't even break down and cry! Yeah ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prioritystart.com/dead-battery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.prioritystart.com/dead-battery.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll maybe it's a good thing I had a crazy day I forgot about being sick after about 4:00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4198227829605259387?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4198227829605259387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4198227829605259387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4198227829605259387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4198227829605259387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-day.html' title='Crazy day'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2401314428749466532</id><published>2007-06-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:59:16.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ratings'/><title type='text'>Nice Girl</title><content type='html'>Heres my rating. I must say I was quite supprised. I do swear quite often.&lt;br /&gt;I guess not on here YET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/pg.jpg" alt="Online Dating" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com"&gt;Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said sucks once !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2401314428749466532?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2401314428749466532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2401314428749466532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2401314428749466532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2401314428749466532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/nice-girl.html' title='Nice Girl'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4535629570760777913</id><published>2007-06-27T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:28:55.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ct'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wp'/><title type='text'>Do you ever STOP bitching!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick little note before I get started. I'm typing away on my computer. Then along comes the monster and starts pushing buttons. Ok fine but the little stink knows where the button to turn make the monitor go to sleep is and I'll be dammed if he doesn't push the f_cking thing every time he comes in here. Then he says in the cutest voice ever. " off" * giggle giggle* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://packy.dardan.com/walky/albums/album11/aiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://packy.dardan.com/walky/albums/album11/aiz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl at work that I don't mind &lt;strong&gt;USUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; but for the last few days shes just been bitching. NONSTOP its driving me crazy. Last week another department calls and says they are having a grill day (where we grill out the back door usually alot of fun) and that the sign up sheet is in the work room and we can sign up if we want. So WP and I go sign up later that day and then remind everyone else later about signing up(we had already discussed it and decided to go) well (Lets call her Miss. Pissy.) Shes starts ranting and raving about how shes not going to take anything cuz they (the other dept.) Never brings anything (not true but you might as well save your breath it's like fighting a brick wall) and that shes not going to bring anything cuz we always bring something and blah blah blah for about 20 minutes. Well other coworker (lets call her Winnie the pooh cuz shes just that sweet you rember her shes the one who signed up with me earlier) who is the only one that can talk anysence in to MP gets her to agree to bring lettuce. F_ckin 98 cents for a head of lettice.(I'd give it to her if its that big of a deal) Is it really that hard if you don't want to go or don't want to buy something or don't have the money don't do it but stop bitching about it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward to today.&lt;br /&gt;It's about 7:15 am and we're all talking about what we brought me = 2 layered chocolate cake with whipped cream and hand dipped strawberries in the middle and on top Yes ladies I LOVE my chocolate WP brought onion and MP &lt;strong&gt;ACCIDENTALLY&lt;/strong&gt; "forgot" the lettuce! WP tells her that that's not very nice and that she shouldn't do it and again blah blah blah. MP continues on her earlier rampage about them not bringing anything. But says she'll go down to the cafeteria and get some lettuce leaves. Which she does then we go and set everything up ( I think this is great fun) we didn't have a busy morning MP starts bitching about where everything is and how it needs to be arranged just so then says "where are the hot dog buns? WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BRING HOT DOG BUNS" DOESN'T SHE EVER SHUT THE F_CK UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then She bitches about getting help from a sister hospital. DUH why would you bitch about this. She did have some valid points but it all boils down to us needing the help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she bitched about another dept. Not getting our patient ready fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;MP: " WELL I THINK WE SHOULD WRITE THEM UP. DON'T YOU"&lt;br /&gt;ME: " MAYBE WE SHOULD FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED FIRST" WHILE LAUGHING OUT LOUD AT HER (she wrote the dept up last week for the same reason)&lt;br /&gt;After I'm done talking to her she immediately calls our OD (operations director)&lt;br /&gt;Tells her the same story and again my boss trys to calm her down.&lt;br /&gt;And once again WP asks her about it she gets all pissy again and is mad for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gets into a shouting match with another co worker (lets call him crazy train) about the above mentioned help from the sister hospital and how the OD from the SH called our OD about a phone call MP had with coworkers from the sister hospital.Its a mouth full I know. Then OD came in to our department and had a discussion about it with all of us. Now in MP defence CT can be as his name describes with many ups and downs I believe he is the biggest drama queen out of us all. However MP is Really pissy these days. They are yelling and I have to mention that there is another dept next door and they should calm down a little. Good lord CT is 52 and MP is 34 ( I think) can we say childish. (maybe they should have a party with DQ over at &lt;a href="http://cranberrytarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;HOLLYS from What Where You Expecting&lt;/a&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm stupid enuf to go get a pedicure with them after work and have to listen to MP tell WP everything all over again.As she left at 12:00 and missed the argument with CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/superficialbtch/bitching.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/superficialbtch/bitching.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note my toes nails are pink and I've managed to wear makeup everyday for a week! yeah me! Oh and put my contacts in every day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little funny tale. We have to have little stickers on the back side of our rear view(so they know if we're parking where we should be) mirrors with our employee ID # on them. (I pulled mine off.) Mine came off about a month and a half ago. We have to get them from the security guard. I see him walk out to his vehicle today (while setting up for the bbq) and whistle (I can do this very loudly) he comes over and I go to the curb to meet him tell him what I need and turn to go as I'm walking back to continue setting up I step into a BIG hole and fall on my ass. I just layed there for a minute laughing and two of the girls walk over to me and ask if I'm ok (wp and the new girl) by this time we are all laughing so hard we are literally crying! Yeah I'm fine. Later I tell the rest of the gang what I did.Only cuz I was prompted to do so by WP. NG adds in that of course it was in front of the new security guard "the cutest guy working on the hospital grounds" Now she said it but I will agree he is the cutest guy around. But whats a girl to do! If you can't laugh at your self life has to really suck Right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4535629570760777913?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4535629570760777913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4535629570760777913&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4535629570760777913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4535629570760777913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-ever-stop-bitching.html' title='Do you ever STOP bitching!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2584223366741893105</id><published>2007-06-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:59:57.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d-baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>D-baby</title><content type='html'>OK so I'm pretty sure I'm getting old and this is how I know. D-baby is 11 and this makes me extremely sad:( In the last year I've bought her (this is the part where I tell you TMI so if you don't want to know don't read it!) bras which always seem to amaze me who are they training anyway the bra or the girl? I never understood this. &lt;br /&gt;Razors who new an 11 year old girl could be so hairy? Other girly stuff like curling irons and blow dryers ( I don't think I've seen her use them yet as she lets the air take care of it. Drives me nuts that she can do this if I don't put anything in my hair I look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celticsblog.net/images/captaincaveman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.celticsblog.net/images/captaincaveman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's getting older cuz shes having a hard time deciding if she wants the latest bratz doll or a new outfit. &lt;br /&gt;Shes not allowed to wear makeup yet so I'm safe there (for a couple more years then maybe some lip gloss or something. MAYBE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes a great kid other than the normal 11 year old girl stuff ( all the extra hormones).She does become whiny sometimes. But usually she's a happy go lucky girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes extremely kind and funny. She still amazes me on a regular basis. Shes honest and shes know right from wrong and will 99 percent of the time do whats right (hey we all got a little ornery in us) after all she is my and honey's kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are quite hard on her as you may have discovered from my previous post &lt;a href="http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/responsibility.html"&gt;responsibility&lt;/a&gt; Maybe she'll be a better person than we are because of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes growing up it all makes me quite sad!!!!!!!!!! *snifle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2584223366741893105?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2584223366741893105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2584223366741893105&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2584223366741893105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2584223366741893105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/d-baby.html' title='D-baby'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-6436020765982755538</id><published>2007-06-25T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:00:36.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Bridge to Teribithia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/bridge_to_terabithia/_group_photos/annasophia_robb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/bridge_to_terabithia/_group_photos/annasophia_robb5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the movie this weekend. I thought it was good. Honey didn't like it "Well that sucked" Big spoliers up next &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok he was just mad cuz she dies in the movie which I understand too but I still thought it was a good movie. However I think the book is better. I read it over and over when I was a kid. I bought it for d-baby to read.(d-baby is my 11 year old daughter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6436020765982755538?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6436020765982755538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6436020765982755538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6436020765982755538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6436020765982755538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/bridge-to-teribithia.html' title='Bridge to Teribithia'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8891527822494277516</id><published>2007-06-19T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:02:34.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>To the mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crystalinks.com/farmhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.crystalinks.com/farmhouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last day visiting my mom and Family I told my cousin we'd go to the mall. I'd been there before and was sure I could find it again. After deciding to leave ALL the kids at home with my mom and sister (they didn't want to go) my aunt decided to go as well. So were off for a girls night out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in the direction I thought the mall was (I did have them release all liability for getting lost before we left my moms) and ended up getting lost! ( no I don't think you understand we were REALLY lost) but beings that I'm not a man I have no trouble asking for directions. We're out in the middle of no where and I finally decide to turn around. Across the street there is a parking lot ( I choose the bar parking lot ) to turn around in. Some one is getting in to the car so I drive over, by this time shes driving off. I flag her down and she waves at me I say wait stop. open the car door ( I'm sure by this time shes peeing her pants thinking I'm going to take her out did I mention earlier I'm &lt;a href="http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/trailer-trash.html"&gt;white trailer trash&lt;/a&gt; ) She stops and I ask her how to get to the mall she says you can follow us and then gives a few more instructions for after she takes her turn off the road. She must have figured out we weren't planing on taking her out after all!&lt;br /&gt;so after 25 minutes of driving we FINALLY find the mall. I was way off track. I know!We run in to best buy and get a CD for my cousin then head over to the mall (indoors )we went in though Barnes and Noble (yeah not smart if I want to see the rest of the mall) but we were in a hurry it was almost closing time. So we did our shopping and then went back to the book store. We spent an hour in the book store then headed home. Well to my moms anyhow. I AGAIN got on the wrong highway and we got lost. We ended up on a two way highway and when I decided to turn around there was a really old scary house I half expected the cast from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to come out and hack us up to pieces! We call my mom for directions and head in the RIGHT way. We made it back safe and sound and it only took us an extra 2 hours. Despite all the craziness we had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8891527822494277516?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8891527822494277516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8891527822494277516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8891527822494277516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8891527822494277516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-mall.html' title='To the mall'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2042049793045641130</id><published>2007-06-18T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:01:06.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Sunshine what's a bloging?</title><content type='html'>Honey:&lt;blockquote&gt;Why did you take a picture of the &lt;a href="http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/cinnamon-rolls-yummy.html"&gt;Cinnamon roll&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;blockquote&gt;Cuz I'm going to blog about it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey: &lt;blockquote&gt;Oh ok. Whats a blog?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;blockquote&gt;Well it's kinda like an on line diary I guess. People can read it if you want or it can be private which ever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey: &lt;blockquote&gt;Well it sounds like something you'd say right before you go thow up. Sorry I have to go BllOOOOOOGG.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;blockquote&gt;Aren't you the funny one. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2042049793045641130?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2042049793045641130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2042049793045641130&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2042049793045641130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2042049793045641130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunshine-whats-bloging.html' title='Sunshine what&apos;s a bloging?'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-611927803707004991</id><published>2007-06-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:21.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Cinnamon rolls YUMMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RncOlyqea1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/dHUVD_ETXUg/s1600-h/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RncOlyqea1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/dHUVD_ETXUg/s320/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077543147301399378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was a girl my grandpa would make cinnamon rolls. I remember going to visit and there would be dough spread out on the table and butter and cinnamon and sugar shortly behind it. I must say these are the best cinnamon rolls EVER I know it could be a biased opinion but I think not! well visiting &lt;a href="http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-family.html"&gt;my family &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&amp;G brought some along. There was about 10 of them I must say I considered hiding them and not sharing but I only took one (well maybe two one for later) and left the rest.  All I can say is yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-611927803707004991?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/611927803707004991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=611927803707004991&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/611927803707004991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/611927803707004991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/cinnamon-rolls-yummy.html' title='Cinnamon rolls YUMMY'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RncOlyqea1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/dHUVD_ETXUg/s72-c/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-1670145779484355896</id><published>2007-06-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:01:38.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>I like to read quite a bit. Mostly mystery with a little romance on the side, some thrillers and wizards that kind of stuff so I've put some of my favorite authors to the left check them out. I'll keep adding as I find others I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1670145779484355896?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1670145779484355896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1670145779484355896&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1670145779484355896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1670145779484355896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-3552500181993789986</id><published>2007-06-08T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:12:14.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day weekend'/><title type='text'>My family</title><content type='html'>I went to see my family over Memoral day weekend. My mom lives about 2 and a half hours from where I do. The kids and I left on Saturday at about 12:00 ( the monsters nap time, hey at least I didn't give him benadrly LOL ) we arrived around 2:30 and visited with my mom for a couple hours before my dad and sister showed up. My G&amp;G (grandma and grandpa) along with my aunt and cousin showed up at about 5:00. I was very nervous cuz my dad and sister like to drink a couple beers( for those of you who know them they have slowed down over the years) my grandmother does not find this a good idea so I was kinda worried about how the weekend was going to turn out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote&lt;/strong&gt; My mom and dad have been divorced for over 20 years. They however get along great now and are WONDERFUL grandparents and we are able to do things as a family now don't get me wrong I'm not one of those kids who wants their parents to get back together. They are great but not together. Besides they have been divorced ever since I can remember. &lt;strong&gt;END SIDE NOTE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I'm extremely impressed my dad and sister waited till G&amp;G went back to the hotel to drink and everyone got a long great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took the kids bike riding all weekend and I must say he is an AMAZING grandpa he cooked dinner and went to the store (taking all the kids except for the monster with him because his name is exactly as he is).He carved roaster for their marshmallows out of sticks when we have hangers down stairs but he wants to do it the "old fashioned way" I love it! He made sure they had super soakers for their out door adventures this summer (some how the monster got the short end of this stick and was drenched with in the hour and by the way he loved it so not to worry) He has to go home tomorrow and I'm sad, till next time I guess but even though I've been gone for the better part of 7 years it doesn't make it any eaider to say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&amp;G are good they are getting older and it make me feel bad about moving away. It's times like this I wish I could move home but the living there is so high and the pay is not that good (besides to do what I do I'd have to live like 50 miles away from where I want to in a town that I don't really like or wouldn't want to raise my kids in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time! I'll post more about this later(in detail just to warn you) and I can't wait to see them in July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-3552500181993789986?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/3552500181993789986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=3552500181993789986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3552500181993789986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3552500181993789986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-family.html' title='My family'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7719674013922891988</id><published>2007-06-01T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:22.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocks'/><title type='text'>ROCKS, Silly Me</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of some rocks just for Merlin. I love rocks any kind! &lt;br /&gt;This started as a little kid I'd come home with rocks in my pocket! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A PICTURE OF MY ROCK STAND YES I KNOW MOST PEOPLE PUT CANDLES ON IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RmDlrQX1bCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eUMYJABvpgk/s1600-h/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RmDlrQX1bCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eUMYJABvpgk/s320/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071305711711251490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME OF MY FAVORITES A GEODE, AN ARROW HEAD, A BUBBLE GUM AGATE, AND A FAIR BURN &lt;br /&gt;AGATE&lt;br /&gt;The Geode is hard and lumpy on the out side but when you break it open on the inside it has crystals in it. The arrow head was used and made as a tool by the Native Americans. The bubble gum agate got its name because it looks like chewed up gum and the Fair Burn comes from the badlands in SD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RmDlDAX1bBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qhV50o52pFU/s1600-h/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RmDlDAX1bBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qhV50o52pFU/s320/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071305020221516818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a rock my mom had painted for me. I like turtles and frogs too. She also had one with our last name and first names painted on it. It has to be my favorite as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RmDkOAX1bAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jjIjriAT_jA/s1600-h/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RmDkOAX1bAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jjIjriAT_jA/s320/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071304109688450050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep telling me I should start a Rock garden OUTSIDE (can you believe the nerve of some people? LOL Not a chance in hell)  I'm afraid the neighborhood kids will take them. My honey is extremely tolerant of my fascination and has even pulled over. He gave me another rock collection for Christmas! The kind that comes every month YEAH HONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Turn around and stop the car for a sec k honey"&lt;br /&gt;Honey: " Why, is everything ok"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Yeah I just saw a really cool rock and I want to go back and get it!"&lt;br /&gt;Honey: ( While chucking to him self and turning the car around) "You are so cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he thinks it's cute. I pick them up everywhere we go. My aunt gives me most of those that came from SD out of her rock garden (she keeps hers out side what a silly girl).  I have rocks in the bottom of my purse and in my car sometimes even in my pockets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7719674013922891988?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7719674013922891988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7719674013922891988&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7719674013922891988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7719674013922891988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/06/rocks-silly-me.html' title='ROCKS, Silly Me'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RmDlrQX1bCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eUMYJABvpgk/s72-c/visit+with+G%26G+and+rocks+132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-6566916326998621472</id><published>2007-05-31T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:13:50.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Tagged by holly</title><content type='html'>Two names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1.Drew&lt;br /&gt;2. Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. shorts&lt;br /&gt;2. tank top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you would want (or have) in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. trust&lt;br /&gt;2. honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. spend time with my family&lt;br /&gt;2. read although I haven't had a lot of time to devote lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. my honey to come home from work &lt;br /&gt;2. a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pets you had/have:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hobbs (dog) have&lt;br /&gt;2. hulk (dog) had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. baked a Mexican wedding cake (I have no Idea why its called this)&lt;br /&gt;2. made dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. couscous&lt;br /&gt;2. toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you last talked to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Honey &lt;br /&gt;2. The Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you're doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Working&lt;br /&gt;2. finishing my book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two longest car rides:&lt;br /&gt;1. Driving home (SD) the first time after moving to Nebraska 10 hour car ride (I got hives)&lt;br /&gt;2. Driving any where with the Monster ( he tries to get out of his car seat and I have to stop (sometimes twice) to put him back in the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1. Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. COKE&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things About ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you may not have known about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I collect rocks&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't figure out what MPH (miles per hour) meant till I was about 19. Yeah I know it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to be a personal shopper or a party planner not weddings though. I love spending other peoples money!&lt;br /&gt;4. I get annoyed when people in my office use the last of a document and don't make new copies grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Burger King&lt;br /&gt;2. CNA&lt;br /&gt;3. Diagnostic Associate&lt;br /&gt;4. House Keeper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sweet Home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;2. Goonies&lt;br /&gt;3. Billy Jean&lt;br /&gt;4. Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. South Dakota&lt;br /&gt;2. Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;3. I did live in a development named green acres twice though&lt;br /&gt;4. Sorry only two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Roast Beef&lt;br /&gt;2. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. cheese&lt;br /&gt;4. steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I'd rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. a cruise&lt;br /&gt;2. Disney land or world which ever&lt;br /&gt;3. Cancun&lt;br /&gt;4. Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four people I tag:I don't really know anyone that hasn't already been tagged so I'm saving this for later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6566916326998621472?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6566916326998621472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6566916326998621472&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6566916326998621472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6566916326998621472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged-by-holly.html' title='Tagged by &lt;a href=&quot;http://cranberrytarts.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;holly&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7000453812788345635</id><published>2007-05-24T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:17:18.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>This guy is funny especially the commercials at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIBSJKUqg3o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIBSJKUqg3o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Sunhine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7000453812788345635?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7000453812788345635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7000453812788345635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7000453812788345635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7000453812788345635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4130536649855485323</id><published>2007-05-23T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:42:37.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage bags</title><content type='html'>Yes I know what a weird thing to blog about but I wanted to so here it is. I use GLAD Force flex garbage bags they are amazing and hold ANYTHING. I resently ran out and had to get hefty flex bags. Just so you know they don't work near as well and they leak (I hate the leaking!!!!!! Sorry if some of you use them, just my personal opponion take it or leave it) I REALLY don't like picking garbage up out of the yard.&lt;br /&gt;That is all! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4130536649855485323?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4130536649855485323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4130536649855485323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4130536649855485323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4130536649855485323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/garbage-bags.html' title='Garbage bags'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7650401772102358338</id><published>2007-05-23T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:02:42.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the week'/><title type='text'>song of the week # 3</title><content type='html'>"Nena 99 red balloons"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14IRDDnEPR4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14IRDDnEPR4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7650401772102358338?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7650401772102358338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7650401772102358338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7650401772102358338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7650401772102358338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/song-of-week-3.html' title='song of the week # 3'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-2173876026242336310</id><published>2007-05-23T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:22.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holly'/><title type='text'>Questions from what where you expecting!</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15410951433962652780"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://cranberrytarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;What where you expecting&lt;/a&gt; asked us ladies to do this. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little back ground first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eloped I was 17 and PG. At the time I didn't really tell to many people because I didn't want them to try to talk me out of it because we were so young. I knew what I wanted and I knew it was him. So my mom came with us to the court house to get our marriage lisence( in the state we lived in you had to be 18 or have a parent sign for you) beigns that we did it so quickly (decided to get married on a thursday and did it on that sunday) We didn't have a lot of money I was still in High school ( and for all you haters out there YES I did graduate from High school thank you very much! Not only is Honey an amazing husband hes a great dad too!) We bought a matching set of rings from the pawn shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did he propose? Or did he at all?&lt;/strong&gt; Well I wouldn't really call it a purposal. We had a discussion about it one day.  &lt;br /&gt;Honey: so do you... do you wanna get married?&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Sure when are you talkin about?&lt;br /&gt;Honey: How bout this weekend? &lt;br /&gt;Me   : Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long were you together before he did?&lt;/strong&gt; Three years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you get married (Time of year, date, time of day, etc)? &lt;/strong&gt;March 24th 1996 in the early afternoon. We were married in my moms living room. LOL It was a really cold, snowy day there was about one and a half feet of snow on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it big or small? Did you regret doing it one way or the other (i.e. if it was small and intimate, do you regret not having a larger celebration?)?&lt;/strong&gt; IT was VERY small. I don't have any regrets about the we I did it but I would've liked to have more of my family and friends there.I would have liked to have worn a dress too. Doesn't work too well being really big and PG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you register? What's the best gift you received?&lt;/strong&gt; we didn't register! My family had a "wedding reception" for us nothing big just family. We got a lot of kitchen stuff. I still have most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was your Maid of Honor? Do you still have contact with her?&lt;/strong&gt;  we didn't have brides maids or best men. My mom signed for me and my dad signed for my husband. I had one of my friends there and my sister. My husband invited one of his best friends. And yes I still talk to my mom I love her. Even though we were so young I love him and wouldn't change anything about the way we did things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RlTu8AX1a_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/G7oEH_09WiY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RlTu8AX1a_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/G7oEH_09WiY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067938195358182386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were your colors?&lt;/strong&gt; No colors My mom did make us a beautiful cake  ( she was a cake decorator at the time. The BEST if I do say so my self. Not that I'm biased or anything HEHE) I still have the topper it sits in my china cabinent. "Pictured" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any tips for cutting corners you can offer?&lt;/strong&gt; no not really Nothing short of eloping sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any advice for the bride-to-be?&lt;/strong&gt; Have fun! ,do what makes you &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; MM happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still happily married and I wouldn't trade it for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIDE NOTE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; While we were in Vegas he purposed to me again. We were just getting out of bed the last morning we were there and he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him again. I said yes and that I wanted to wait till we got home cuz I wanted our daughter to be there. He slowly slid the ring (yes I got a second ring LOL) on to my middle TOE ( yes ladies and gents  ) I said TOE. I thought this was unique and very sweet I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;We'll be doing that someday but no rush we have the rest of our lives! Even then I don't want it to be big just a few friend and our families. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;END SIDE NOTE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2173876026242336310?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2173876026242336310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2173876026242336310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2173876026242336310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2173876026242336310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/questions-from-what-where-you-expecting.html' title='Questions from what where you expecting!'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RlTu8AX1a_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/G7oEH_09WiY/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-4850296899773462766</id><published>2007-05-20T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:01:22.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walls'/><title type='text'>Trailer trash</title><content type='html'>Here it is my confession! I am trailer trash. Actually, I don't have three cars in the yard and my moms not dating my uncle or anything but I do live in a trailer, much too my horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       My family and I are tyring to build a house but before we can proceed with that we have to sell the trailer. In order to sell(Please DON"T ever buy a trailer If your thinking about it let me know and I'll find a hundred and one reaseon NOT to) the trailer we need to fix it up just general wear and tear but we have started painting and got new carpet and all that "fun" stuff. So for your enjoyment I have posted pictures of the two dif colors of the walls. Originally it had wall paper on it just white with flowers. The first color looked ALOT lighter in the can than obviously than it did on the walls. We are going to put new trim around the doors and ceiling this up coming weekend as you can see we took it off already (easier to paint that way!)&lt;br /&gt;1ST color I like to call it shit brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RlEZOQX1a9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OxWsZ9OMydw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RlEZOQX1a9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OxWsZ9OMydw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066858788472318930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd color toffee crunch! I love the walls this color &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RlEZOgX1a-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CnC4zv5vj-I/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RlEZOgX1a-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/CnC4zv5vj-I/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066858792767286242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4850296899773462766?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4850296899773462766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4850296899773462766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4850296899773462766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4850296899773462766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/trailer-trash.html' title='Trailer trash'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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/_RzgJwUi2OyY/RlEZOQX1a9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OxWsZ9OMydw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-2603133527697867937</id><published>2007-05-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:00:44.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2'/><title type='text'>SOTW 2</title><content type='html'>I love this song. Plain and simple I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Toby Keith Beer for my horses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_JZUHFuklo8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_JZUHFuklo8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-2603133527697867937?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/2603133527697867937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=2603133527697867937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2603133527697867937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/2603133527697867937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/sotw-2.html' title='SOTW 2'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8498968666801504922</id><published>2007-05-12T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:23:20.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOM'/><title type='text'>Amazing women Happy Mothers day</title><content type='html'>I love you MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Flaw In Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the Lord made woman,&lt;br /&gt;He was into his sixth day of working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?&lt;br /&gt;She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,&lt;br /&gt;have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable&lt;br /&gt;and able to run on diet coke and leftovers,&lt;br /&gt;have a lap that can hold four children at one time,&lt;br /&gt;have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;br /&gt;-and she will do everything&lt;br /&gt;with only two hands."&lt;br /&gt;he angel was astounded at the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;"Only two hands!? No way!&lt;br /&gt;And that's just on the standard model?&lt;br /&gt;That's too much work for one day.&lt;br /&gt;Wait until tomorrow to finish."&lt;br /&gt;But I won't," the Lord protested.&lt;br /&gt;"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;She already heals herself when she is sick&lt;br /&gt;AND can work 18 hour days."&lt;br /&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman.&lt;br /&gt;"But you have made her so soft, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;"She is soft," the Lord agreed,&lt;br /&gt;"but I have also made her tough.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."&lt;br /&gt;"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Not only will she be able to think,&lt;br /&gt;she will be able to reason and negotiate."&lt;br /&gt;The angel then noticed something,&lt;br /&gt;and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.&lt;br /&gt;I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."&lt;br /&gt;That's not a leak,"&lt;br /&gt;the Lord corrected,&lt;br /&gt;"that's a tear!"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy,&lt;br /&gt;her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love,&lt;br /&gt;Her loneliness, her grief and her pride."&lt;br /&gt;The angel was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;"You are a genius, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You thought of everything!&lt;br /&gt;Woman is truly amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is!&lt;br /&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men.&lt;br /&gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens,&lt;br /&gt;but they hold happiness,&lt;br /&gt;love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy&lt;br /&gt;and laugh when they are nervous.&lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer&lt;br /&gt;when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;They go without so their family can have.&lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.&lt;br /&gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel&lt;br /&gt;and cheer when their friends get awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about&lt;br /&gt;a birth or a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member,&lt;br /&gt;yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you&lt;br /&gt;to show how much they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideals.&lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;omen have vital things to say and everything to give.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE pass this along to all your women friends&lt;br /&gt;and relatives to remind them just how amazing they are.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8498968666801504922?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8498968666801504922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8498968666801504922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8498968666801504922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8498968666801504922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/amazing-women-happy-mothers-day.html' title='Amazing women Happy Mothers day'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7006493424564241856</id><published>2007-05-10T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:26:10.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye infection</title><content type='html'>Ok so last week my husband had a really bad eye infection.(won't take out his contacts when they start to bug him.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey "My eyes hurt."&lt;br /&gt;Me "Then take out your contacts!"&lt;br /&gt;H "ok" in whinney voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About twenty minutes later I see him still rubbing his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "I thought I told you to take out your contacts!" &lt;br /&gt;h " I tried and they rolled to the back of my eye balls and now I can't open my eyes to look in the mirror to take them out" (who needs to look in a mirror to take out their contacts if their just going in the garbage? Even if their not going in the garbage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed &lt;br /&gt;He still doesn't take them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 10:00 the next day (I'm in the car on my way home cuz I have a stomach bug.)&lt;br /&gt;honey calls our conversation goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey "Sunshine where do I go to see someone about my eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me " We'll I'd skip the ER and Emerga care and go to the optomitrist cuz I don't know what the other two can do for ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey " Who should I go to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me " Hold on I'll get the number."&lt;br /&gt;I give him the number and he calls and sets up an appointment to see the eye doc right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes home and says I have a REALLY bad eye infection(duh) the doctor say I have to take eye drops for the next 24 hrs 1 every hour in each eye and report back tomorrow at 2:00. This includes over night. It was a long night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I get off work early so I can take him to the eye doc because he can't see to drive. At 2:00 we go back to the eye doc. He says the infection is stooped spreading but hasn't regressed any and to take the eye drops for a longer period of time and to see him the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean while my house loooks like its been boraded up because his eyes are sensitive to the light. (which I understand cuz it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE go back the next day infection is regressing . doc says " take 4 qid and see me next tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he takes the eye drops and misses the last appt (has a meeting for work can't reschedule) which was on tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This AM I get up and start looking for my glasses. I search high and low for a half an hour! By this time I'm late for work haven't gotten dressed or got the Monster up (can't see member) Finally I see them sooo NOT in the place I remember putting them but The monster got up in the middle of the night and maybe I moved them and don't remember. I put them on and everything is really blurry so I take them off clean them and again blurry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey " Hey babe. good morning! whats up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me " Honey did you wear your glasses to work today?" )(He has contacts too member)&lt;br /&gt;honey " Yeah but I can't see out of them very well I even took them off and tried again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me " You can't see out of them cuz THEIR MINE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey Giggling " Oh no wonder I thought I was going blind or somthing crazy. I figured cuz I had to cancel my appt that this was my just deserves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me " Your so funny I can't see with out my glasses" (my vision isn't all that bad but I could NOT do my job without them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey "Well just wear mine" hes knows the answer to that but he had to try anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME " Yeah right I can't see five feet in front of me with these on" ( his perscription is much worse than mine!)&lt;br /&gt;He makes arrangement to meet me at work so I can get them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the first time hes worn my stuff to work hes worn a cute little shirt I had once too. But thats an entirely diff story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7006493424564241856?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7006493424564241856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7006493424564241856&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7006493424564241856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7006493424564241856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/eye-infection.html' title='Eye infection'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506609104020427955.post-5363423695003308709</id><published>2007-05-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:08:15.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critters (kids)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sticky'/><title type='text'>The monster</title><content type='html'>I have a monster he is about 2 1/2 feet tall. Although the monster is very ORNERY&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh and smile when I've had a bad day or even a good day hes always doing something. WE read green eggs and ham today he literally laughed the whole way through! Just the laugh makes me smile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the silly little things they do amaze you. Rolling over the first time, First tooth, crawling walking, eating their first Cheeto, saying daddy or mommy! all those things we take every day for granted and they find amazing! Even the first time He stood in the corner is a feat by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something to be spilled with in a 20 mile radius he will be sure to spill it (he's good about cleaning it up) so as of right now I can't walk two feet in my place with out that sticky feeling on the bottom of my feet(can't quite get the OJ to come up with out it sticking. Plan on shampooing the carpets this weekend its my weekend off call) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a total fascination for Honey who to him is of course daddy. If daddy clips he glasses to the front of his shirt then the monster wants to as well. If daddy goes out side then the monster gets his shoes. He picks up the control for the play station and pretends to be daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he dances to music (the monster LOVES music) all kinds of music throwing his hands in the air and bouncing. he has one dance style I like to call the sumo he spreads his legs out wide like hes getting ready to fight another sumo wrestler in his diaper and again with the bouncing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are so incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your kids!&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-5363423695003308709?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/5363423695003308709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=5363423695003308709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5363423695003308709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/5363423695003308709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/monster.html' title='The monster'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-6493561041525773508</id><published>2007-05-05T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:51:41.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotties'/><title type='text'>Song of the week</title><content type='html'>This is my song choice of the week something I'll be doing from now on. Renagade by Styx.  &lt;br /&gt;This one is a bonus cuz Jensen Ackles( Sammies brother in days of our lives for all you soap fans) and Jared Pasdaleck are HOTT. The clip is from the TV show supernatural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j19IatzXEQ4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j19IatzXEQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-6493561041525773508?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/6493561041525773508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=6493561041525773508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6493561041525773508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/6493561041525773508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/song-of-week.html' title='Song of the week'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-4109038827966674614</id><published>2007-05-05T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:27:49.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D baby'/><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>For Christmas we got my daughter ( shes 11)a track phone. You know the ones where you have to pay for the minutes in advance. The deal was that she got the phone and then had to save her allowance to buy the minutes. We're trying to teach her responsibility and blah blah blah (cards cost bout 30.00 every 2 months). She did pretty good and got herself new minutes as time went on. In March she "lost the phone". My husband and I were very upset with her and told her if she wanted a new one she'd have to buy it herself. At the end of March we got my daughter a new phone and my husband told her she had to pay us back for it. He told her to draw up a contract (yes, those are the exact words he used) and that he was also going to charge her interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you, at first I was a little upset with my husband over this. I mean, "Charge interest"? Please! But then he made some very good points about teaching her responsibility and how he wished someone had explained interest and loans and such to him before he got one from the bank and I had to agree with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it turns out it was actually stolen from our house along with a few other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not to worry I lock the doors now!) I'm from a small town where you could leave them open at night or during the day and not have to worry bout it. I now live in a bigger city and obviously the same rules don't apply here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-4109038827966674614?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/4109038827966674614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=4109038827966674614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4109038827966674614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/4109038827966674614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-1773074846610880898</id><published>2007-05-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:20:44.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>Going crazy 2</title><content type='html'>Ok so rememer eairler when I told you I was going crazy? we got everything figured out picked a date and activities. Now I'm excited and nervous at the same time! I want to see all these people (well not all of them but I do want to see the friends that I've gotten out of touch with).but I'll be quite honest some well ok A LOT of them intimidate me( not my friends the others). Just cuz I think they are better than me I'm not sure why, I have a great job and an amazing family and great friends. Why should I fell like any less of a person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda a quiet person till you get to know me then usually you can't get me to shut up! I have more self confidence now than I did when i was in school. I usually get along with just about everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on this?&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1773074846610880898?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1773074846610880898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1773074846610880898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1773074846610880898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1773074846610880898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/reunion-2.html' title='Going crazy 2'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-3114918779602361335</id><published>2007-05-01T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:09:39.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>Going Crazy</title><content type='html'>Ok so I hate to vent but gotta do it somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to contact people for my high school reunion. Which is ok I offered( like a jack ass. oops did I say that out loud.  actually I like to do this kind of stuff but usually its more organized. ) I've contacted some of the people on my list. there are three (lists) and now they are going to change the date. So I'll need to call all of those peeps back (boy do I feel like an ass.) They aren't decided yet and we don't have much time. GRRR... &lt;br /&gt;Ok I feel better. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-3114918779602361335?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/3114918779602361335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=3114918779602361335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3114918779602361335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/3114918779602361335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-crazy.html' title='Going Crazy'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-687190879195644259</id><published>2007-04-30T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:46:29.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls night out'/><title type='text'>MY WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to ramble for a little while and tell you about my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off on Friday it was nice spent some time with the boy (hes almost two.)At 4:00 I left home to go to a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class&lt;br /&gt;The class is a 2 day thing well almost two days. Its in a town about an hour and a half from here. I got lost on the way there(very typical of me). Found where I was supposed to be and walked into the class now remember I haven't been to class for over 10 years ( yes I know I'm old Thank you for reminding me ) They are all so young and immediately I feel nervous. They turned out to be really nice group and the teacher was amazing, taking the time to teach me a couple of the formulas I need to know to pass my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;test&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for home at 10:00 which means I didn't get there till 12:00 (yes I know I got lost again!)I had to be back the next day at 8:00 which means I had to leave at 6:30. I get home and my family is here ( I new they were coming) and some friends of ours normally this would be great but I can't sleep with all them in the house our friends leave at 2:30 and I yell for hubby to come to bed but I wait till they leave I don't want to be rude. Its now 2:30 ( sorry to all of you I was a bitch&lt;br /&gt;to the next day)&lt;br /&gt;I made it back to class the next day (Yes I got lost) I even made it on time! Class went great I now understand a lot of stuff that was boggling to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;Just a little history here. Every Year my friends and I go out for our b-days in April(there is 3 of us that have b-days in April!)This is called girls night out we leave the kids at home with the guys and starting about April 1st I can't wait for it to get here. There's about 7 of us This year we went to a bar called the ozone. It was fun and the band was great. I had 2 shots which for me this is quite a bit as I'm not much of a drinker (somebody has to drive right) A red headed slut and a tube full of something that tasted great but I don't know the name of. Some days I think I should drink a lot more because I wake up with the hang over anyhow! Either way we had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hubby woke me up at 10:30 on Sunday ( I hate it when I sleep in late). He thought maybe it would be a good day to go to the zoo. So I start getting the boy ready (them little ones take a long time!)all I have to do with my daughter and the other kids is tell then to get ready. My sister packs us all a lunch and we leave at about 1:00.It is so much fun watching the kids get a kick out of the animals. It was nice to see my husband and my mom with the kids play and have a good time. We stayed until about We 5:00.We got home and hubby made kabobs YUM I was so glad it wasn't my day to cook hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family went home at about 7:30 and after that I spent the rest of the night looking up phone #'s for our high school reunion I'm pretty sure its going to take me a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my weekend It was fun and I'm glad its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you all do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd I do Merlin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-687190879195644259?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/687190879195644259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=687190879195644259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/687190879195644259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/687190879195644259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-weekend.html' title='MY WEEKEND'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8294832724766509922</id><published>2007-04-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T10:18:13.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendly blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book binge'/><title type='text'>The Book Binge</title><content type='html'>Just a little note you should check out the girls at the book binge. They are great and their reviews are very through and interesting. They also have a contest going on. So for all your romance reviews and suggestions you should look them up! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;you can find the link in my favorites to the left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8294832724766509922?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8294832724766509922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8294832724766509922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8294832724766509922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8294832724766509922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/04/book-binge.html' title='The Book Binge'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-7933972112509822962</id><published>2007-04-26T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:13:36.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheebo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Cheebo</title><content type='html'>This is Cheebo! I was Looking for this song "Brand new Key by Melanie" when I came across him. I think he is sooo cute and thought all of you should see him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxg8M75T5DU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxg8M75T5DU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-7933972112509822962?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/7933972112509822962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=7933972112509822962&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7933972112509822962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/7933972112509822962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='Cheebo'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-1134046859880852340</id><published>2007-04-26T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:32:26.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>Ok first off I want to thank holly for getting me started! So thanks! and also for letting me have a pic of the beautiful bain of her exixtance!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I'm going to blog about  anything and everything. It may not all be exciting but its all me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One more thing  b4 I go. I'm not a wonderful speller and I'm not an english major so stick with me it will get better.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-1134046859880852340?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/1134046859880852340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=1134046859880852340&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1134046859880852340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/1134046859880852340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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-3506609104020427955.post-8484764160886768331</id><published>2007-04-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:22:41.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holly is the Bomb'/><title type='text'>Test Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c389/mlhardin2000/House028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c389/mlhardin2000/House028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly is the very bestest person in the whole wide world and i love her more than anyone or anything else because she's not just the bomb, she's the bomb DOT com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee.  Hey, if i have to suffer so do you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506609104020427955-8484764160886768331?l=beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/feeds/8484764160886768331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506609104020427955&amp;postID=8484764160886768331&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8484764160886768331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506609104020427955/posts/default/8484764160886768331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifuldreamer779.blogspot.com/2007/04/test-post.html' title='Test Post'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03339174931797695688</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></feed>
