<?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-14838365</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:41:34.645Z</updated><title type='text'>Memory Bay</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a place to share all things ME!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-437076185033635066</id><published>2008-03-05T04:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:58:47.045Z</updated><title type='text'>More nominees for "Mother of the Year"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;A THREE-YEAR-OLD ALMOST DROWNS IN THE BATHTUB BECAUSE HER MOM WAS PREOCCUPIED WATCHING "AMERICAN IDOL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, 25-year-old Sheila Brooks of Indianapolis, Indiana, was giving her daughters . . . three-year-old Sirius and one-year-old Sereena . . . a bath. They were just about finished when Sheila went to get the girls some clothes.  But on her way back to the bathroom, Sheila got preoccupied. See, "American Idol" was on TV. Sheila stopped to watch . . . you know, just for a minute.  Of course, Sheila got so wrapped up in the show she COMPLETELY FORGOT about her two young daughters in the bathtub. And by the time she finally remembered, Sirius had slipped underwater . . . and had started to drown.   Sheila freaked. She pulled Sirius from the tub and began CPR while her brother . . . 38-year-old Darnell Wilson . . . called 911. An ambulance arrived and they rushed the girl to the hospital where she was revived.   And while doctors think Sirius is going to be OK, Sheila still has some explaining to do. Apparently, the police who responded to the 911 call found Sheila's secret stash . . . which included more than an ounce of marijuana and a scale.  Sheila hasn't been charged yet in the near drowning . . . but her five daughters have been taken from her and placed in protective custody.   (Indianapolis Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;TWO MOMS GET INTO A FISTFIGHT AT CHUCK E. CHEESE AFTER THEIR KIDS ARGUE OVER AN ARCADE GAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love it when you see parents setting a good, solid example for their kids? Like these two ladies . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, 38-year-old Catherine Aliaga of West Roxbury, Massachusetts, threw a birthday party for her nine-year old son at Chuck E. Cheese.  While there, Catherine's son got into an argument with a 13-year-old boy. It seems the older boy was "hogging" a basketball arcade game and wouldn't let Catherine's son take a turn.   Catherine told her son to wait patiently . . . but after the older boy shoved her son, Catherine intervened and told the older kid to get lost so her son could play the game.   That didn't sit well with 33-year-old Tarsha Williams of Dorchester, Massachusetts . . . who is the older boy's mother . . . and she got up in Catherine's face.  The ladies exchanged words . . . and the situation quickly escalated into an all-out fist fight . . . in front of all the kids . . . at Chuck E. Cheese. The cops showed up and arrested both ladies. They're now both waiting for their court dates.         (MetroWest Daily News)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-437076185033635066?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/437076185033635066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=437076185033635066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/437076185033635066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/437076185033635066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-nominees-for-mother-of-year.html' title='More nominees for &quot;Mother of the Year&quot;'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-8365786568020359100</id><published>2008-03-04T09:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:16:58.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Just had to share....</title><content type='html'>Maybe the Candidates for "Mom of the Year" should check out these parenting tips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makememinimal.com/2008/instrucciones-para-cuidar-un-bebe/"&gt;http://www.makememinimal.com/2008/instrucciones-para-cuidar-un-bebe/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-8365786568020359100?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/8365786568020359100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=8365786568020359100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8365786568020359100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8365786568020359100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-had-to-share.html' title='Just had to share....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-7990239737837253139</id><published>2008-03-04T09:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:08:00.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Just a Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How many dogs does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rottweiler: Make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pleeeeeeeeeze&lt;/span&gt; let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pleeeeeeeeeze&lt;/span&gt;, please, please, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cocker&lt;/span&gt; Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.  (This used to be so true at my house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Chihuahua : No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; Taco Bulb. Or "We don't need no stinking light bulb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cats does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the real question is:&lt;br /&gt;"How long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF WHICH PROVES, ONCE AGAIN, THAT WHILE DOGS HAVE MASTERS, CATS HAVE STAFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-7990239737837253139?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/7990239737837253139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=7990239737837253139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/7990239737837253139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/7990239737837253139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-funny.html' title='Just a Funny'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-2696503035948887921</id><published>2008-03-04T08:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:02:33.631Z</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Year Awards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We get all kinds of women who shop at "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chunky's&lt;/span&gt;"..... but here are 2 who should be up for "Mother of the Year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Candidate #1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One busy Sat. a mom comes in w/ 3 children (ages roughly 10, 4, and 2).  She looks around and ignores all the children while the oldest of the 3 tries to babysit the other 2.  She (oldest) runs after the other 2 all over the store, trying to keep them from playing in the racks and basically destroying the store.  She comes to me and asks to use our restroom, we are only allowed to let one person in at a time and since we already have someone in there I tell her she will have to wait a few minutes, she says OK and walks away.  A minute later, my manager calls me to the front to let me know the 2yr. old has peed all over the floor.  It looked like she had walked in a circle while letting it all out shall we say.  Oldest child is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; and asks for a mop so she can clean it up.  I get the mop, clean it up and set out the "Wet Floor" signs.  "MOM" has yet to acknowledge the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; as she is too busy talking on the phone to realize what is going one w/ her own children.  When she does figure out what is going on, instead of being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, or even apologizing, she yells at oldest and youngest for making the mess.  I was dumbfounded!  I would have been mortified first of all, and I would have volunteered to clean the mess and immediately left the store to change my poor child.  Not this mom...there was shopping to be done...she stayed almost another hour in the store with the poor wet child crying the whole time that she wanted to changed clothes.  We found out after she did leave that she had stolen a complete outfit....we found empty hangers where she had been standing in the corner that were not there before she came in.  Class act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Candidate #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom comes in w/ small boy (probably 2 or 3 yrs old)  She asks if he can use the restroom because he is learning to "potty" and she doesn't want an accident while she shops.  GREAT!  Sounds like she is on top of things.  They go to the restroom and then begin shopping.  They are in the store a good hour just roaming around.  The little boy starts saying he needs to go potty.....she tells him to wait....he says again he really needs to go potty....she gets angry and yells at him to wait...this goes on for about 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.  I explain to her that I would be glad to let them in  the restroom again if she needed.  "No, he'll be fine...he just went"  Now, before I explain what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; next...although I bet you can guess....let me just ask you, if he were potty training and was asking to go, shouldn't you take him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he asked?  Anyway, as I am sure you  can guess the poor little guy had an accident.  Mom laid into him like you wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;!  Yelling at him that he should have waited and if he couldn't wait he should have told her!  Poor kid HAD been telling her for almost 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are just two of the candidates so far this year and it's just Feb.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you got a candidate for "Mom of the year"?  Just let me know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-2696503035948887921?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/2696503035948887921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=2696503035948887921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2696503035948887921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2696503035948887921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother-of-year-awards.html' title='Mother of the Year Awards...'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-19155966917717333</id><published>2008-03-04T08:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:35:22.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Get ready.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to be cleaning out my &lt;strong&gt;"DRAFT"&lt;/strong&gt; folder,  so there will be several posts in the next few days.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-19155966917717333?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/19155966917717333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=19155966917717333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/19155966917717333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/19155966917717333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-ready.html' title='Get ready.....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-874871363457598337</id><published>2008-02-17T02:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:46:24.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up Time</title><content type='html'>Let's see...it's been a crazy busy month so far...what else is new right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little scare w/ stepmonster last night, she went to the ER with "bleeding and real bad cramps" or so that is what I was told at 2:30 this morning.  That turned out to be a little exaggeration (I am not sure on whose part) Thankfully she is OK and so is the baby.  She actually had a gall bladder attack as best the Dr. could tell.  Evidently a box of Dominos' Hot wings wasn't the smartest idea for supper.   She is to follow up with her Dr. and lay off the fried, greasy foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other stepmonster news, they (she and baby daddy) finally got an apt. of their own.  We helped them move last weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of last weekend I hosted a "Things We Do For Love Night" at our church and we had the best turn out ever!  We had 16 couples who enjoyed a great meal and then we played the "Not Really NewlyWed Game"  Some of the questions were really hard but I think everyone had a great time.   Sugarbritches and I had fun even though hosting kind of takes time away from him.  Maybe some day someone else will host and I can just enjoy the night too.  Don't get me wrong I love doing these kinds of things but I just realized recently how much SB just sort of has to go along for the ride and wait by the sidelines to spend any time with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was a quite but nice day.  We went to dinner and while we were there SB gave me my present.  I had asked him to get 2 of my necklaces repaired so I could wear them again,  I guess he thought that wasn't enough because when I opened the jewelry box I found a beautiful heart shaped necklace w/ matching earrings.  I have worn them everyday since! *G*  I got him what he said he wanted.....his motorcycle serviced for Spring.  How romantic! *LOL*  Oh and to prove just how old we've gotten, after dinner we went to LOWE'S!   He and I used to laugh at older couples who would walk around Lowe's on a Friday and Saturday night.  Now we're that couple!  *L*  We picked out some new carpet that we want to save for and I think we decided on the vanity and sink for the bathroom so as soon as he can, SB will be starting to tear out the tile and, take the popcorn stuff off the ceiling (I can't wait for that to happen all through the house!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you aren't tired of my boring life yet, your life must be more even more boring! *L*  Just kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and give your sweetheart a kiss for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-874871363457598337?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/874871363457598337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=874871363457598337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/874871363457598337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/874871363457598337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/02/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch-Up Time'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-370878216365160654</id><published>2008-01-24T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:53:31.739Z</updated><title type='text'>Something else that made me laugh today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company; Proctor and Gamble, regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Dear Mr. Thatcher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;         I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak Guard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;        But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;       As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying, jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;        The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter.&lt;br /&gt;Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'  Are you fu*ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;        FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&amp;amp;M freak girl, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;        For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;        Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull sh*t. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;     Best, Wendi Aarons Austin , TX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-370878216365160654?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/370878216365160654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=370878216365160654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/370878216365160654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/370878216365160654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-else-that-made-me-laugh-today.html' title='Something else that made me laugh today...'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-3029993565885778786</id><published>2008-01-24T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:31:15.296Z</updated><title type='text'>This is too funny!</title><content type='html'>If you've seen the nutty Tom Cruise interview then you'll LOVE this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-3029993565885778786?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/3029993565885778786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=3029993565885778786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/3029993565885778786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/3029993565885778786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-too-funny.html' title='This is too funny!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-4350730324995465590</id><published>2008-01-07T04:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T04:22:42.125Z</updated><title type='text'>She's in serious need of an Intervention!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/13996305@N04/1470850719/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the craziness that is Britney Spears life ya'll? Coming from a small southern town all I can do is shake my head and say "Bless her heart!" How can it be that no one in her inner circle has been able to talk her off the ledge she's been teetering on for so long? How has Kevin come out of that relationship looking like the good parent? (Although I must say I've yet to hear him say a bad thing about her) I can't say that I think he's any kind of saint but WOW at&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;least he&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to have the children's best interest in mind. I'm no Dr. Phil but I would venture a guess that she is manic depressive. I just hope that she can get the help she needs and that she doesn't turn out like Anna Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Can she still be saved?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-4350730324995465590?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/4350730324995465590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=4350730324995465590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/4350730324995465590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/4350730324995465590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/01/shes-in-serious-need-of-intervention.html' title='She&apos;s in serious need of an Intervention!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-9079765481121763645</id><published>2008-01-04T01:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:39:32.463Z</updated><title type='text'>"Leavin' on a Jet Plane"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am so proud of my brother.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He is going on a Mission  trip to Haiti next week!  It's sort of a last minute thing, he found out about the trip in Oct. and rushed to get all his paperwork in order so he could go.  They will be gone for 6 days.  I know very little about Haiti except that they don't seem to like Americans.  What makes me so proud of Big Dog (what I'll call him here) is not only is he doing this because he feels it's what God would have him do; but, it is sooooo far out of his comfort zone.  #1 he is flying for the first time, something he has been afraid to do until now.  #2 he will be teaching 70 local pastors 2 lessons next week.  I can remember how much he struggled in school (so much so he never graduated H.S.) and to think that he will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teaching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in front of so many just blows my mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went today to pick up a few cards for each of the guys going on the trip.  I have told my brother I want him to give them out to the guys sometime while they are gone.  I have been trying to think of what I want to write in his card but "I'm proud of you" just doesn't seem to be enough.   I only have a few more days to figure it out though so I better get on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the praying type please say a little prayer for safety, wisdom and strength for this group as they leave on the 9th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-9079765481121763645?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/9079765481121763645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=9079765481121763645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/9079765481121763645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/9079765481121763645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/01/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='&quot;Leavin&apos; on a Jet Plane&quot;'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-695888404265097874</id><published>2008-01-02T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:31:20.431Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2008 YA'LL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WOW can you believe it's 2008 already? Where did the year go? There has been so much going on that I will try to do a brief catch up now and may expand on some things in the coming days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess there are &lt;strong&gt;2 major things&lt;/strong&gt; going on right now. 1. I can talk about and 1. I need to hold off on for a few more weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1. And most shocking&lt;/strong&gt; (well maybe not shocking) I am going to be a "GG" Stepmonster is pregnant! She is due in May and we just found out that she will be having a precious little girl! I am not thrilled w/ the pregnancy or with the "Baby Daddy" (ex-neighbor) but I can't hold the baby at fault for her parents stupidity. I have decided that the kid will call me "GG" because I am just too young to be a "grandma, memaw, mawmaw, or meme"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My jobs are still going well, I just wish I was better at time management so I could get everything accomplished I want/need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I took my first trip to DisneyWorld in Oct. It was a true blast and I can't wait to go back. I walked around all week saying Hi. My name is _____ and I am 4 yrs old! I felt like such a kid getting excited over seeing Pooh, Eeyore and the rest of the gang, as well as all the other fairy princesses. *LOL* Poor Sugarbritches just smiled and hid his face if I got too embarassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am hoping to get back to posting a few times a week now that things have settled down from the holidays.  I miss coming here to tell all 2 of you how things are going w/ my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hope all/both of you had a great Christmas and will have a Joy filled New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-695888404265097874?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/695888404265097874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=695888404265097874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/695888404265097874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/695888404265097874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008-yall.html' title='HAPPY 2008 YA&apos;LL!!!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-5416035430729945705</id><published>2007-05-31T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:43:52.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so not EVERY day</title><content type='html'>will there be a new post from me.  But I do have an excuse.....not a good one but an excuse non the less.  Yesterday I did some things that have been neglected around the house this week, like laundry, dishes, you know important stuff.  Then I had to work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chunky's&lt;/span&gt; last night.  This was the first night that the Mgr. let me do the closing paperwork all by myself.  I think I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I did somethings out of the normal order but she said whatever I was comfortable with was fine.  I didn't tell her that I didn't mean to do it out of order I just forgot a couple of steps along the way...although, I am sure she noticed the dazed and confused look on my face but she chose not to s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; anything. *G* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was technically my day off but here it is 6:30 and I am exhausted.  I left the house this morning at 10am to get my check from Job #1, go by the bank, then I had to come home pick up the pooch for her day at the puppy spa (more on that later) Then, I went to get my hair done.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt; don't tell anybody but I changed the color of my hair today!  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sugarbritches&lt;/span&gt; didn't even notice! *L*  Well, he did notice that it was cut differently and his exact words were.."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Something's&lt;/span&gt; different right?"  Bless him! I also had to go by the grocery store before I &lt;br /&gt;finally went back to pick up the pooch and even after 4 1/2 hours she STILL was not ready!  I was kinda ticked off!!  I mean I was told it would take 2 hours when I dropped her off at 1pm!!  I won't be taking her back there.  It was a new place, actually the same girl who had been grooming her just opened her new shop and asked that we give her a try.  She told me that she would be cheaper than I was paying now since I would be driving about 10 more miles to her shop.  Well, when I dropped her off she asked me how much I had paid at shop #1.  Thinking she just wanted to know so she could be lower, I said "$40"  She said OK and I left.    Well, when I pick her up she tells me that she will MATCH their price for her old customers but the new customers would pay more.  Well, I won't be paying more and I won't be going back.  Pooch does look fabulous in her little yellow bows but her cut was almost as much as mine today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, live and learn I guess.  I still need to price things for the Yard Sale and fix something to eat for Supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel sorry for me yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-5416035430729945705?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/5416035430729945705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=5416035430729945705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/5416035430729945705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/5416035430729945705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-so-not-every-day.html' title='Ok, so not EVERY day'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-656618736934743223</id><published>2007-05-30T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:17:51.168Z</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesday</title><content type='html'>In keeping with the whole "Posting everyday until something exciting happens" Theme  I give you the Top Ten Blogs I read almost daily!  These are in no particular order...please don't be offended if you aren't listed at #1! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boobs, Injuries &amp; Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;2. Dooce&lt;br /&gt;3. Dad Gone Mad&lt;br /&gt;4. Zooreturns&lt;br /&gt;5. Ramblings of a Redneck Diva&lt;br /&gt;6. Pink is the New Blog&lt;br /&gt;7. Confessions of a Pioneer Woman&lt;br /&gt;8. Thrifty Mommy&lt;br /&gt;9. Bits &amp;amp; Pieces&lt;br /&gt;10. But first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are at all interested you can check out their links on the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-656618736934743223?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/656618736934743223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=656618736934743223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/656618736934743223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/656618736934743223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-ten-tuesday.html' title='Top Ten Tuesday'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-2072952755776249088</id><published>2007-05-28T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:27:40.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/nq_ref.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/0f4e149ffe058b4e.gif" alt="I am nerdier than 11% of all people. Are you a nerd? Click here to find out!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-2072952755776249088?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/2072952755776249088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=2072952755776249088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2072952755776249088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2072952755776249088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank Goodness....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-8563574178485601726</id><published>2007-05-28T12:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:25:10.785Z</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>Back in Jan. I decided that the only way I was going to be able to get out of this credit card hole I had dug for myself was to get a second job.  I only worked part-time as it was and I have had 2 jobs several times during the last 10 years so it wasn't that hard to think about.  I only applied at one place.  A women's store very close to my first job.  The rationale was that since it was so close I could leave job 1 &amp; go to job 2 on my way home.  I went in for an interview a few days after applying and started that week.  I'll call the store "Chunky's" which is close to the real name but not so close as to get me in trouble (HOPEFULLY)  I really like working there!  For the most part everyone I work with is very nice and the management team all seem to like me.  I was told that I would only get about 10 hours a week.....that lasted a few weeks.  I started slowly picking up shifts when people called out and soon I was working 20-25 hours a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I really enjoy working there and almost everyone there is great. ALMOST.  There are 2 Co-Managers and an Asst. Mgr.  Asst. Mgr is 25, lives at home and will tell you all about her life...even if you ask her not to.  *G*  She is incredibly lazy and seems to work very hard to get out of work.  Just a few examples, one day she was re-stocking our jewelry counter (which sits in front of the registers) and I was on the other end of the store putting out that week's shipment.  She called me 4 times to come check out customers.  The last guy asked why she wouldn't wait on him since she was standing right there!  I told him I didn't know.  He had been in the store long enough to see her call me over at least 2 times before him though so I hope he didn't think it was personal.  On the first night I closed with her, I worked 4.5 hours. In that length of time she took&lt;strong&gt; 4&lt;/strong&gt; 15 min. breaks and I only really saw her check out 1 customer.  I didn't say anything to the other managers because I still think I am new and maybe they are close friends and who wants to rock the boat ya know?  But then I start hearing that the store manager is having problems getting anyone to work w/ her because she is so lazy.  Apparently she was doing this to everyone...and this also explained how I was getting so many hours, if she was the Mgr. on Duty (MOD for short) then most people just called in or tried to switch w/ someone so they wouldn't have to work w/ her.  Well, when people started speaking up, the Mgr. started looking into it and she was given a written warning.  Fast forward a few months, Asst. Mgr is sent to help out a store in another state.  She doesn't know anyone there but proceeds to tell them things about her personal life that...let's just say were pretty shocking to those ladies and again our Mgr. had to write her up.  Basically the company has a 3 strike and your out kind of rule.  So she was on her last leg the beginning of May... the Mgr. called me at home one Sat. afternoon and asked me to consider going into management.  (I gotta say that the second week I worked there Sugarbritches told me I would be in management within 6 months.  I laughed but told Mgr. what he said!)  Evidently she had remembered what I told her and wanted to know if I would seriously consider it.  She gave me a little info about the job, pay and benefits and told me to let her know...no rush but she was trying to replace asst.mgr before she lost all her other associates.  I talked to SB and then I told her I would do it.  Fast forward a few weeks, all this time Mgr. has been looking for something, anything to give the girl her 3rd strike.  She finally gets it last week while I was on vacation &amp; I was officially offered the position last Weds.  I started training yesterday and I gotta say if I get the paperwork aspect down I think I am really going to like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a special bonus, I can get health ins. in 90 days...so in 91 days I am going to call about having the gastric bypass surgery!  I am very excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-8563574178485601726?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/8563574178485601726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=8563574178485601726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8563574178485601726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8563574178485601726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-2703013496004710124</id><published>2007-05-28T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:48:56.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Has it ever...</title><content type='html'>been so long between posts that you just don't know how to catch everyone up?  It gets that way for me here.  I want to tell you all about the stepmonster drama, my new job and our adventures at bike week but I really don't know where to begin.  I think I'll leave out the stepmonster drama because it's just too pathetic really; but, I'm going to make myself post something everyday even if it's just a "To-Do" list until I get back in the groove of posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-2703013496004710124?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/2703013496004710124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=2703013496004710124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2703013496004710124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2703013496004710124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/05/has-it-ever.html' title='Has it ever...'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-3330538052740172302</id><published>2007-04-21T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:06:16.422Z</updated><title type='text'>100 years...</title><content type='html'>Today the town I work in celebrated their 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year!  It's a small town...population &lt; class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fliers&lt;/span&gt; to hand out for different ministries in the church.  I am sure you're thinking 2 things...1. She goes to church?  and 2. Why wait so late to work on those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fliers&lt;/span&gt;?  Well, I must say I am offended by your first question! *L*  And your second question gets me a little touchy as well.  You see I would not have been up at 4:30 in the AM if certain people who shall remain nameless would have turned in their info in a timely manner!  UGH!  Oh well, I was able to put a little something together and everyone seemed happy with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as small town celebrations go, this one was even smaller than you can imagine!  There were only 7 booths and 4 of those were churches! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*  The best thing I can say about the day was that the weather was AWESOME!  High 70's w/ a slight breeze.  Perfect Festival weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to come home and take a nap but had no such luck.  The manager from my Second Job called and asked me to come in for another lady whose mother had been taken to the hospital yesterday.  SAINT that I am I decided to go.  I get there and who do I see?  Lady I am working for!  Could someone have called me?  NOPE.  #3 Manager (whom I don't like working with) asked me to stay and send other lady home...other lady didn't want to go home...#3 Mgr. only wanted me to stay because she knows other lady is new and she would have to actually work if I didn't stay.  I left 2 hrs. later and now I am ready to crash! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to pull on my pj's and curl up on the sofa and pray there is nothing good on TV so I will fall right to sleep! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-3330538052740172302?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/3330538052740172302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=3330538052740172302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/3330538052740172302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/3330538052740172302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/04/100-years.html' title='100 years...'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-3103585938149810285</id><published>2007-04-17T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:38:13.457Z</updated><title type='text'>Senseless Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have been watching the news the last few days and I can't help but wonder why?  Why would this guy choose to handle whatever disappointment life sent his way by going on a killing spree? I also wonder when did people lose their coping mechanism?  Does that question make sense?  What I mean is when did our society start to think that the best way to handle, being made fun of, dumped, or just having an all around sucky life, is start shooting innocent people?  I could almost understand if these shooters were targeting the people who hurt them, but in most instances the victims never knew the attacker.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side you have people who have truly suffered at the hands of those who supposedly love them.  I think of those children who were locked up in cages, lived in their own excrement, etc.  Most of those people go on to lead extraordinarily normal lives.  Where did their strength come from?  Maybe we should come up with video games like that.  The object of the game would be to SURVIVE without doing harm to others!  Imagine the concept!  Maybe then people wouldn't look at killing innocent people as just another way to deal with their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to say a prayer for the families of all the victims in this tragedy as well as the parents of the shooter.  I can only imagine the shame and pain they must feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-3103585938149810285?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/3103585938149810285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=3103585938149810285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/3103585938149810285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/3103585938149810285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/04/senseless-tragedy.html' title='Senseless Tragedy'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-6439368861409169369</id><published>2007-04-12T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:12:56.481Z</updated><title type='text'>Give me 3 words, give me 3 words mister......</title><content type='html'>The rule of this meme is simple, answer each thing on the list with no more and no less than three words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Where is your cell phone? on the charger&lt;br /&gt;02. Boyfriend/girlfriend? husband, 14 years&lt;br /&gt;03. Hair? growing, highlighted, thick&lt;br /&gt;04. Your mother? I have one&lt;br /&gt;05. Your father? never met him&lt;br /&gt;06. Your favorite item(s)? camera, tv remote&lt;br /&gt;07. Your dream last night? I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;08. Your favorite drink? Diet Sun-Drop&lt;br /&gt;09. Your dream guy/girl? mmm George Clooney&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in? new scrap studio&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? bridges, snacks, rats&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you want to be in 10 years? debt free, REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did you hang out with last nights? Jude, Cameron, Unit&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you not? skinnt and rich&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you in love? sure, most days&lt;br /&gt;16. One of your wish list items? big diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;17. What time is it? ten after eight&lt;br /&gt;18. The last thing you did? checked my email&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? pajama pants, t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;20. Your favorite book? anything James Patterson&lt;br /&gt;21. The last thing you ate? orange rufty, fish&lt;br /&gt;22. Your life? busy, mostly happy&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood? again, mostly happy&lt;br /&gt;24. Your friends? few but great&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you thinking about right now? watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;26. Your car? white, paid for&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you doing at this moment? taking this survey&lt;br /&gt;28. Your summer? will be busy&lt;br /&gt;29. Your relationship status? married to sugarbritches&lt;br /&gt;30. What is on your TV screen? movie called MARINE&lt;br /&gt;31. When is the last time you laughed? today at work&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you cried? can not remember&lt;br /&gt;33. School? graduated in '88&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-6439368861409169369?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/6439368861409169369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=6439368861409169369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6439368861409169369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6439368861409169369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/04/give-me-3-words-give-me-3-words-mister.html' title='Give me 3 words, give me 3 words mister......'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-1815308616752420733</id><published>2007-04-11T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:00:25.648Z</updated><title type='text'>How do you like the new look?</title><content type='html'>A friend introduced me to Revka who makes custom headers for blogs. She even showed me how to add links to other blogs I read. (I know! Welcome to the 20th century! *G*) I spend way too much time on the computer some days but if you check out these blogs I am sure you will see why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get Revka's link up in a few so you can check her out. She was doing 25 free headers to get her name out there so if you're interested I am sure she can help you out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-1815308616752420733?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/1815308616752420733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=1815308616752420733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/1815308616752420733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/1815308616752420733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-do-you-like-new-look.html' title='How do you like the new look?'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-5356726254846884900</id><published>2007-04-11T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:55:51.199Z</updated><title type='text'>I know...I know....</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile since I posted.  Too much drama to tell full story but the Cliff Notes version goes something like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepmonster moves out w/ Sorry No Good for Nothing Boyfriend (AKA THE NEIGHBOR)March 1st...calls a week ago, needs to come home because he is cheating, lying and has spent rent money on drugs...changes her mind the same day....calls 2 days later...definitely coming home...can't pay rent, already behind on all bills and he has left her!  Tells her it is all her fault because she is too clingy!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to help her get a payment schedule together so that she can find somewhere to live on her own.  Could be 6 months to a year before I get my house back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say the Month of March was a good month at the Bay but April ain't looking so hot! *G*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-5356726254846884900?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/5356726254846884900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=5356726254846884900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/5356726254846884900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/5356726254846884900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-knowi-know.html' title='I know...I know....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-8135648015905269026</id><published>2007-01-18T02:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T02:13:23.091Z</updated><title type='text'>Who knew this could kill you?</title><content type='html'>SACRAMENTO, Calif. - Ten employees of a Sacramento radio station have been fired after a participant in a water-drinking contest died last week, a station official told KCRA 3 on Tuesday. Management at 107.9 The End earlier said the Morning Rave show had been taken off the air indefinitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station would not name those who had lost their jobs over the contest, but issued the following statement: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Effective immediately, the Morning Rave program is cancelled and 10 employees are no longer with the station," John Geary, Vice President Entercom Sacramento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Strange, 28, died Friday after she took part in a station competition in an effort to win a Nintendo Wii video game system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, a mother of three, did not win. But later that afternoon, she was found dead at her Rancho Cordova home. A preliminary report said she showed signs of water intoxication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestants signed a waiver before taking part in the competition, but the winner of the game said participants were never alerted to the dangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A listener who said she is a nurse called the show and warned the deejays on air of the risks of the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy O'Connor, a personal injury attorney, called the waiver "meaningless" and said the radio station still shares some responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waivers deal with the risk of an activity," O'Connor said. "Nobody drinks a glass of water and thinks, 'This can kill me'." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would not have thought so....would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-8135648015905269026?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/8135648015905269026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=8135648015905269026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8135648015905269026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8135648015905269026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-knew-this-could-kill-you.html' title='Who knew this could kill you?'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-1811995265672388804</id><published>2007-01-06T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:24:52.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Releasing Stepmonster out into the Wild!</title><content type='html'>I have hestiated writing this post for fear it may not come true....but maybe by putting it out there in the universe I can will it into existence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We came home from the Fabulous Vacation to an email from "The (ex-)neighbor's" mom.  She just wanted to thank us for her vacation.  It seems that while we were away we had allowed her son to come "shack-up" (that's a southern term for living together while not married...just in case you needed a translation *G*) w/ stepmonster. Oh and he got to bring his yapping dog too!  We are too kind!  I was 6 levels of pissed off before I even finshed the email.  I told SB who was also angry but not as mad as me.  UNTIL....while talking to Stepmonster (SM here on out) I mention that he could have taken anything in the house while we were gone.  SB runs to our room and starts yelling "Oh Hell no!"  I am almost laughing and say "You're kidding..he really didn't take something"  Oh but he did....SB's shotgun was missing!  We looked all over the house but could not find it.  I emailed the mother and told her that we called the police to file a report and to expect a visit from the sherriff's office.  I was shocked to get an email back from her saying that although the gun was not at her house she had no doubts he probably took it.  She also began telling us, through SEVERAL emails over the next few days, that her son was no good and SM should "run not walk as far away from him as she could!"  That's nice of a mom to say huh?  We also spoke to her closest friend who just happened to be home on leave from the Air Force while we were gone.  She told us that Boyfriend drove our vehicles w/out our permission.  Even if we had known he was at our home we would not have allowed that because he &lt;strong&gt;HAS NO LICENSE DUE TO A DWI!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I spoke to several family members on both sides of the famiy and our preacher about what we should do.  EVERY ONE of them said "You need to make her find a place of her own"  So I went to SB and said that's what we're going to do.  He was less than thrilled but after telling him that I wasn't going to compromise on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she could stay but only on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW LONG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;she could stay, he came around.&lt;br /&gt;   We sat her down and explained to her that we could no longer trust her to be alone in our home and among other things we were making her responsible for replacing the gun...she should get Boyfriend to help pay...but ultimately it was up to her.  She needed to get her car put in her name and get her own insrance. She also had until the end of April to save up for a place to live and &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In case you think we are kicking out a child...let me just say she will be 22 next month.  She should already be gone as far as I am concerned but SB is a softy when it comes to his only daughter.  &lt;br /&gt;   So, as of April 30th SB &amp; I will be alone at the Bay!  YEAH!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 120 days to go....but whose counting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-1811995265672388804?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/1811995265672388804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=1811995265672388804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/1811995265672388804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/1811995265672388804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/01/releasing-stepmonster-out-into-wild.html' title='Releasing Stepmonster out into the Wild!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-2420551969512267509</id><published>2007-01-04T03:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:46:09.417Z</updated><title type='text'>One more reason I am not a mormon...</title><content type='html'>The Cream of the Crop&lt;br /&gt;The Clarks' Favorite Utah Names&lt;br /&gt;Updated 15 December 2006&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The new parents couldn't be happier: Gladell &amp; Delightra (sisters), Luvit, Delecta, Delite, Joyette, Joi, Joyia, Joyellen, Joycell, Hallah Lujah, Bliss, Joyanne, Evol ("love" spelled backwards) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleanliness is next to Godliness: Zestpoole, Sparkle, Sterling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ward Choir Director's Daughters: Aria, Audia, Aurel, Choral, LaVoice, Tonilee, Capella, Chime, Rocksan Violin, DuRant, Sonica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewels every one: Amulet, Pearlette, Pearlene, Emerald, JewlyAnn, Ahmre Jade, Treasure Tonya, Turquoise Nova, Sequin, Amethist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls you just know have big, floofy hair: Blondeen, Rayette, Faundaree, Shazette, Shasheena, Honilynn, Najestica, Teasa, Shazzanna, Pluma, Bobbette, Blonda, Breezy, Wenderella, Aquanetta, Brinderella, Dazzlyn, Trendee, Tressa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're in the Klingon Ward: Tchae, Xko, Corx, G'ni, Vvhs, Garn, Ka, Deauxti, Xymoya, Sha'Kira, Zy, Nivek, Zon'tl, Zagg, Xan, Judziah Datz (a female, named after a character in Star Trek), K'lar (ditto), Jarna Nazhalena, Chod, Xarek, Grik, Stod, T'Shara, Tral, Sherik, Curg, Kahless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Worth of a Soul: Cashley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomical: LeVoid, Sunan, Moonyene, Starlene, Sunelly, Luna, Lunia, Solinda, Sunirae, Staryl, Marandastarr, Season, Aries, Starlyn, Cressent, Celestial Starr, Summerlyn, Astrolena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could only be LDS: Cumorah Hill, Liahonna, Ensign, Nauvoo, Kirtland, Templa, Templer, Tempella, Tempalia, Ziona, Deseret (and Desereta), Tabernacle, Woodruff, Pratt, Tithing, Quorum, Helamans Warrior, Iron Rod, Morona, Manti, Stripling, Nephi Courage, Celestial Glory, Celestian, Brighaminie, Zion, Xione (pronounced "zion") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents were BYU math majors: Alpha Mae, Prime, Omega Lee, Jennyfivetina, Seven, Seavenly, Sevenly, Eighta, Ninea, Tenna, Elevena, Twenty, Datus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can name a kid this, but you shouldn't ingest it: Cola, Vinyl, Orlon, Chlorine, Clorene, Florene, Florine, Lexann, Dow, Tide, Downy, Codiene, Daquari, DeCon, Starbuck, Crayon, Treasure Cocaine, Radon, Ethylene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names inspired by the family car: Audi, Fairlene, Celecta, Pontiac, Vonda, Vonza, Auto, Cherokee, Lexus, Porsche, Skylark, Truckston, Avis, Chevrollette, Chevonne, Caprice, Dodge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishful thinking: Darlin', Courage, Winsome, Justan Tru, Pictorianna, Paradise Sunrise, Sage, Angelic, Breed, Godlove, Myrth, LaVirgin, DeFonda Virtue, Chastice, Normalene, Lovie Angel, Precious Blessing, Heavenly Melanie, Glee, Mormon Beauty, Pledger, Jentill, Devota, Coy, Fondd, Bridella, Verna Noall, Vervine, Viva, Golden Noble, MarVel, MemRee, Brunette, Merrily, Merry Ann, Celestial, Cherrish, Kash, Cashelle, Teton, Forever, Luvit, Mystiq, Worthy, Truly, Pleasant, Speedy, Hereditary, Shrudilee, Halo, Gentry, Truthanne, Finita, Mavryck, Amen, Merrijane, Marvelous Man, Zesta, Lovalee, Fabisha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's hobby is obvious: Justa Cowgirl, Rode O, Hazer, Durango, Rifle, Laker, Jazz, Truck. Granite, Garnet, Gneiss (and other sisters with rock names beginning with “G.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversational: Whisper, Chat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indications of possible birthplace: Arizonia, Floria, Montania, Utah, Utahna, Idahana, Idaho, Mauntana, Michigan, Nevadna, Okla, Vermont, Wyoming, Wyoma, Cache, Jordana, Payson, Vernal, Boise, Brookelynn, Lexington, Demoyn, Fredonia, Leremy, Platte, Salina, Seattle, Takoma, Tulsa, Tustin, Vail, Lundyn, Londyn, Irelynd, Irelan, Madrid, Manila, Cairo, Damascus, Tyre, Desert, Shahara, Trinidad, Houston, Cachelyn, D'Asia, Edon, Takoda, Orem, Shannon doah, Davenport Shore, Hollan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man (or woman) is an island - exceptions: Oahu, Irlanda, Tonga, SeaBreaze, Tiki Lou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible conception placenames: Hilton, Nafeteria, Bridges, Castle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indications of possible birthdates: Juneth, Junola, LaJune, Julyn, Halloween, Novella, Summerisa, Winnter, Christmas Holiday, Merrienoel, Kris Miss, Tuesdee, Aprella &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day dawn is breaking: Dawnae, Dawnia, Dawnel, Dawnelle, Dawnene, Dawnalyn, Dawnette, Karadawn, RaDawn, Keturah Dawn, SheriDawn, LuDawn, LaDawn, Le Dawn, El Dawn, Dawnetta, Dawnese, Mistidawn, Berva Dawn, Celestial Dawn, Bodawn, Honey Dawn, Sunrise, Dawny, Yodawn, Dawnika, Dawnray, Denverly Dawn, Sunni Dawn, Dusty Dawn, Taradawn, Twyla Dawn, Georgia Dawn, Iva Dawn, Marva Dawn, Desdedididawn, MaryDawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was a plumber: Valva, BeDae, Latrina, La Jonne, Digger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad worked for the postal service: Mailene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's a lawyer: Justicia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had a hernia: Truss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom likes craft stores: Wreatha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less is more: La, Oa, NB, T, M, Q, JJ, J'l, Hi-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the computer will accept apostrophes in the name fields: D'Ann, D'Aun, D'Bora, D'Dee, D'Elise, D'Loaf, D'Shara, E'all, L'Deane, L'orL, Ja'mon, J'Costa, J'dean, J'Leen, J'net, J'Shara, J'Vonna, La'Donis, Me'shell, M'Jean, M'Kaaylie, M'Kenna, Mi'Lara, M'Lisa, M'Liss, M'Lu, M'Recia, O'lea, R'dell, R'lene, Shan'l, Young'n, B'andra, De'lys, D'Dree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future names of prescriptions: Codilyn, Lyravin, Monalaine, Nyleen, Merlaine, Monease, Naquel, Ronalene, Nylan, Rolayne, Tyron, Lexine, Lyrin, Mikatin, Artax, Xtrin, Tylene, Qedrin, Tamrin, Denilyn, Kevrin, Nicolin, Xylan, Tolex, Zylan, Daycal, Falycid, Zerin, Davon, Sydal, Dynevore, Xtlyn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a Babe!: Wavie, Zhalore, LaTanna, Tressa, LaDreama, Amourette &lt;br /&gt;Fluid-related: Thermos, Soda, Logan River, Jordan River, Susquehannah, Canteen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When simple alphabetic characters aren't enough: K-8 (pronounced "Kate," I guess) &lt;br /&gt;Politically incorrect: Sambo, Aryion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard chanted in the Salt Lake airport: Ara-Om &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has food connotations: Dianarea, Dicey, Vindalu, Blenda, Strawberry, Sugarlee, Beena, Pork Chop, Sesami, Jar, Karmel, Kresent, TaffiLyn, Chipo, Spoon, Samuella, Choc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breathing problems in the hospital nursery: Azure, Syrullean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might find in a forest: Wrendie, Jilbear, Timber, Oaks, Pixie, LaFawnduh, Fawn-Dew, Ember, Bird, Magpie, Serenity Fawn, Paradi, L'Aire, Brookelle, Sylvan, Fawna, Lawn, Rain, Gazelle, El Fawn, Aspen, Acacia, Panda, Briar, Rhodendra, Fernnola, Birdene, Hummingbird, Disney, Chinchilla Zest, Haven, Glade, Alanadel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, this kid's in charge: Rexanne, Rexina, Rexine, Queenola, Dominee, Ruger, Messiah Angel, Oden, RexDee, Navy, Jentry, Czar, LeeMaster, Quintessa, Marquessa, Leviathan, Captain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells: Cachet, Reaka, Violeet, Avon, Budla &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be found under a bushel: Kandle, Candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faux ethnic: Laddie, Walkasheaqua, Bsjonet, Hishla, Chilnecha, Forthilda, Kaltighanna, Alainka, Chip-wa, Pawnece America, Zem Saxon, O'Ann, WaThene, Sheighlagh, Valliere, Reaux, El Myrrh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commemorating something or another: Welcome Exile, Confederate American, Southern Justice, Diksi, Liberty Lulu, Young Elizabeth, MistiNoele, Imagine, Thankful Flood, Friends Forsaken, Joyous Noel, Tennyson, Knight Train, Miracles Precious One, Sunday's Hoseana, Disney, Blessing Ream, Stormy Shepherd, Denim Levi, Vernal Independence, Sincere Devotion, Mothers, Elvoid, Noah-Lot, Mormon Miracles, MyLae, Nightrain Lane, Zion Anakin, Jeopardee, Statehood, Timberland Miner, Slate Canyon, Lucky Blue, Christmas Contada, Vilar Bodily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope not: Rube, Sleeza, Nymphus, Golden P., Burns, Hydra, Non, Malis, Talon, Beefea, Patches, Storm, Slayer, Sterile, Slaughter, Jynx, Hyde, Prynne, StormiAnn, Sham, Apathy, DeRail, Dull, Gamble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a class of their own (In fact, I'm not sure I believe these but we asked for details and a confirmation - especially for the sexual ones - and got convincing replies, so here they are): DeVerle (the father) and VerleDe (the son), DuWhitVandeeOn, LaVeDrienne, NaLa'DeLuhRay, Phakelikaydenicia, Zaragrunudgeyon ("Zarg" for short), Jennyfivetina, Tiarrhea, Nudity, VulvaMae, DaLinda LaDale, Tugdick, Saunsceneyouray, and, yes... Clitoris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teletubbies: Laalaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed to get last place on our list (or anyone else's): ZZkora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything clever to write but these must be mentioned: Barbeli, Revo Cram, Feramorz, Glint, LaNondus, Wynante, Camera, Lecoya, AureJudd, NaNon, Bimberly, DavidO, Leumas ("Samuel" backwards), Ralphene, Shimber, T-vive, Synthi, CoJane, Nona-rene, Gaylawn, Txanton, LaZello, Daycal, Sancie D'Wan, RaVoe, Zenus, Gatobon, LaEarl, Trystal, AndiOdette, Serenity-Tabitha-Ann, Alexavier, X Y Zella, Bonquisha, Musser Cenia, Jubeltine, Oryeon, Shlori, Danlonaga, Zedwain, Casualeen, Young'n, Shambertine Crille, Canon, Malique, LeeWitt, Jazzeri, DeRaunz, Teru, Aaro, Divid, Cimemthymia, LaDonnaJosephrania, LaDeeDee, deRalph, MaddLynAlain, Vyquetoriya, Falycid, Rophis, Mick BonScott, Kaysional Tempest, Darianlelo, DeLaVerne, BoChe', Minnet, Kandle, Seena Tawnya, Dwodger, J Thoral, Xanderrick, Abcde, KNikkol, Demeatrice, LLean Shanalyn, Scytha Solena, HiDee, Crew, WaDeen, WaDrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wesclark.com/ubn/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which are your favorites?  I sort of like...Chinchilla Zest and Noah-Lot! *L*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-2420551969512267509?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/2420551969512267509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=2420551969512267509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2420551969512267509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2420551969512267509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-more-reason-i-am-not-mormon.html' title='One more reason I am not a mormon...'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-8979830109725313172</id><published>2007-01-02T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:51:47.021Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>My 2007 resolutions.... pretty much the same ones I have every year...with a few extra added in because failing 3 or 4 times is never enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Continue to lose weight....that resolution has been on the books for 20 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Organize Kitchen cabinets and keep them organized! Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep my scrapbook supplies organized....I'll have better luck w/ the kitchen! *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pay off at least 3 Credit Cards this year....looking for that second job now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BLOG at least 5...I mean 4 times a week *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Only use Credit Cards in absolute emergencies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Remember that Scrapbook Supplies are not "absolute emergencies" *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Save enough money to pay for Christmas w/ cash (see #4 &amp; 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your resolutions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-8979830109725313172?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/8979830109725313172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=8979830109725313172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8979830109725313172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8979830109725313172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-5892433371647948956</id><published>2006-12-24T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:06:09.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Ya'll!!</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in the last few weeks.  I have so much to tell you but didn't want to ruin your holiday w/ all my drama! *L*  Things are looking up for now though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take some time to wish all of you out there a very Peaceful and Love filled Christmas!  Take a minute to remember why we really celebrate this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be back in a few days to catch you up on the never ending saga at the Memory Bay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-5892433371647948956?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/5892433371647948956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=5892433371647948956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/5892433371647948956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/5892433371647948956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-yall.html' title='Merry Christmas Ya&apos;ll!!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-9153881217204045793</id><published>2006-12-13T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:12:37.140Z</updated><title type='text'>WHINEY WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>Today is Whiney Weds. the day set aside the whine and moan about all our woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is so much drama going on w/ stepmonster right not that I haven't had a chance to blog....I have several posts in the draft section....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am just dying to show you guys pics from the cruise but can't get them loaded on here for some reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am home from the cruise.... I really want to go back! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are only 12 mroe days until Christmas and I'm not finished w/ my shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MIL just asked me to host annual Christmas Dinner and my house is a wreck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Instead of shopping this weekend, I'll be cleaning like a mad woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mom asked me AGAIN when I'll be finished with her scrapbook....what is her problem? I've only had the pics for about 5 years! *LOL* I really need to get that thing finished!  I'm such a bad daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have about 400 pics so far from the cruise that I need to sort through and put in scrapbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I still have another 200 or so to get developed! My memory stick runneth over! *EEK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And finally, I feel like a jerk for complaining when my life is a lot better than so many other people.  I really need a attitude adjustment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping that by the weekend I'll at least have some of this list taken care of so I won't have so much to complain about next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-9153881217204045793?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/9153881217204045793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=9153881217204045793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/9153881217204045793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/9153881217204045793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/12/whiney-wednesday.html' title='WHINEY WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-1449855826437701911</id><published>2006-11-23T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:59:29.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thursday...Part 2</title><content type='html'>Thirteen Things I am Thankful for this Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sugarbritches...he may be hard to get along with sometimes, but I think it would be harder to get along without him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My extended family &amp; the fact that most live close by...don't know what I would do without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My job...easy work, great bosses, flexible schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This may seem minor to some but, I am thankful for starting to lose weight! This has been a long hard battle and I am just now starting to see some results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My friends, What I lack in Quantity I make up for in Quality *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My health, I have completely recovered from the surgery and am feeling great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My church family. They have been so supportive of me and my family and I know that I am loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Scrapbooking. Again some of you may not understand but it has given me a way to remember all the great times I've had and it also helps me to remember those loved ones we've lost in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. That I have the opportunity to travel as much as I do. I may not go to exotic locations but growing up as poor as I did I am just thankful that I can afford to get away at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm thankful for Stepmonster. I know that's a shock! *G* But even though we still aren't getting along, I love her...most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm thankful for my love of reading. I know so many people who don't read well and I am just grateful that God gave me the love of reading early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm thankful that even though I make great big mistakes almost daily, God loves me no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. And last but not least, I'm thankful that people I've never met come here to read about my boring little life. I hope what you read brings a smile to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you all about the cruise next week! Pray the ship doesn't sink and I don't get sick! *L*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-1449855826437701911?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/1449855826437701911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=1449855826437701911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/1449855826437701911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/1449855826437701911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/11/thirteen-thursdaypart-2.html' title='Thirteen Thursday...Part 2'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-6479713567493270340</id><published>2006-11-23T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:42:59.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thursday... Part 1</title><content type='html'>There will be 2 editions of Thirteen Thursday today...Enjoy! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Things to do before leaving for the Cruise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish Stepmom's travel journal&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a travel journal for myself!&lt;br /&gt;3. Get all laundry finished&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish Packing&lt;br /&gt;5. Get directions to Hotel in Charleston&lt;br /&gt;6. Make sure Sugarbritches has everything he needs packed&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure happy pills and allergy medicine are packed!&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean out van&lt;br /&gt;9. Pack everything in van...make room for in-laws luggage! *G*&lt;br /&gt;10.Run last minute errands for dinner&lt;br /&gt;11.Make sure all paperwork is in order (B.C's, excursion info, cruise tickets,etc)&lt;br /&gt;12.Don't forget battery chargers for cell and camera&lt;br /&gt;13.Try to get some sleep tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-6479713567493270340?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/6479713567493270340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=6479713567493270340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6479713567493270340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6479713567493270340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/11/thirteen-thursday-part-1.html' title='Thirteen Thursday... Part 1'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-4885296102854561448</id><published>2006-11-21T04:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T04:37:17.979Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugarbritches is trying to Kill me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*EDIT* This post was originally written on Nov. 14th but I forgot to post it! DDOOHH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure SB is trying to kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bosses gave me the day off today and I thought I'd spend a little extra time at the Y in hopes of shedding another pound or two hundred before the cruise. I walked on the treadmill...did some 100lb. leg presses...few arm exercises...and then got on the elliptical from H&amp;LL. Two hours into it and I was doing great! Then SB came in and asked if I would like to go on a little hike to the South Mtn. waterfall. Now, I vaguely remember the last time I went to this waterfall but I do remember almost needing the rescue team to haul my big butt out of there. But...I've been exercising and building up my strength so I should be fine.....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs started hurting on the drive &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the trail...this should have been a warning....I took my camera along and was doing great for about 3/4 of the 1.2 mile hike to the waterfall. Did I mention it was an uphill hike? Rocky terrain...wet leaves...fun times! I was about 300 feet from the falls when I hit "the wall" (you know the point where you just don't think you can take another step?) I know it was 300' because I counted ever step! Finally I crawled up to the lookout area and in between pants and gulps for air I took some great pics. After a few minutes of resting, SB was ready to head back down. Coming down was much easier  so I decided I could walk around a little more before we headed to his truck. Did I mention the leg presses and my legs hurting....well SB has a truck that is so high that on a good day I can barely climb in it....you can see where this is going can't you? I was sure we were going to have to borrow a crane to get me into the truck or I was just going to have to live in the forest forever. I was sooo sore! I finally crawled up in the truck and groaned and moaned all the way home. I could hardly walk that night or the next morning. SB said it wasn't the hike that had me so sore but that I had been using too much weight at the Y. Of course he would say that...&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;AFTER &lt;/strong&gt;I was ready to die. Where was he when I was feeling froggy enough to add more weight to my routine huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-4885296102854561448?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/4885296102854561448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=4885296102854561448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/4885296102854561448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/4885296102854561448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/11/sugarbritches-is-trying-to-kill-me.html' title='Sugarbritches is trying to Kill me!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-6658337980489573541</id><published>2006-11-21T03:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T04:12:50.158Z</updated><title type='text'>been a long time.....</title><content type='html'>I hate to keep saying it...but it's been another busy week at the Bay.  Nothing exciting to report, just alot of errands and such.  I'm still trying to get everything packed for our fabulous vacation!  I can hardly wait to get out of town!  Four more days and I'll be Charleston Bound!  I still need to pick up a few things and pack a few things but I think for the most part I am ready!  The only hold up has been getting our Ship Documents from our Travel Agent.  She said she mailed them last Monday.  They are coming from Alabama....and I know things go at a slower pace down here in the South but even the Pony Express could have gotten them here by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the day of food!  We had a church-wide Thanksgiving Fellowship Meal right after service Sunday morning.  After coming home and falling into a Turkey coma for an hour (I couldn't believe I got to do that!)  We headed over to my Dad's for our Family get together.  More food, more fun w/ flying squirrels and then home again.  "Flying Squirrels" you ask?  Well, it seems my nephew (Steve Irwim wannabe) has just recently acquired a flying squirrel which he brought to Thanksgiving dinner!  Oh yeah. Only in the south!  This is the same kid who has an iguana, and a blue tip lizard in his bedroom!  God Bless his mom!  I would just be creeped out but she seems to handle it all in stride.  It was kind of cute to watch the little guy jump from one family member to another....from a safe distance of course....because let's face it....it is just a rodent w/ fur after all!  I have one more family obligation this week and then it's 2 days of final preparation and then we are off!  I hope you guys all have a great Thanksgiving and I hope you have safe travels wherever you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-6658337980489573541?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/6658337980489573541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=6658337980489573541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6658337980489573541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6658337980489573541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/11/been-long-time.html' title='been a long time.....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-5706051285474262116</id><published>2006-11-11T06:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:10:20.456Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored and since misery loves company......</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hair Should Be Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyper, insane, and a boatload of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a traveling party that everyone loves to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&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/14838365-5706051285474262116?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/5706051285474262116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=5706051285474262116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/5706051285474262116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/5706051285474262116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-bored-and-since-misery-loves-company.html' title='I&apos;m Bored and since misery loves company......'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-8736797972444883574</id><published>2006-11-11T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T02:11:08.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Saga continues....</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love drama? ....me neither!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weds. came home from conference and saw an email from old neighbor....it seems that they were worried that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sugarbritches&lt;/span&gt; and I were upset with them because #2 neighbor stole their building.  HUH?  They thought that maybe we would think they actually gave him the building after they sold us their smaller building.  I guess SB and I are just odd because it never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to us to be upset at them for being ROBBED!!!!!  Anyway, after I explained that we weren't upset she proceeded to tell us more of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;BD&lt;/span&gt; (Bldg. Drama)  Let me see if I can get all this straight.  Old Neighbor repeatedly tried to contact #2 neighbor and tell them to move bldg. back or they would have to report it stolen.  #2 neighbor finally returns call and says "You gave it to me...I have witnesses to that affect, I paid someone $100 to move it across the street, good luck getting it back"  So Old Neighbor thought that they would have to actually call the police and see what would happen.  They were very upset about it because they really didn't want it to go that far.  They liked #2 neighbor at one time and  well, no one really wants to call the police on someone they know right?   I came home on Thurs. to see a moving truck carrying the bldg. back to Old Neighbor's yard.  I guess #2 decided that they might actually call the police and he didn't need the grief!  I think I felt bad for moving man the most...he couldn't get it back exactly where it came from even after he spent nearly 2 hours trying!  Poor guy finally gave up and left it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all this will blow over soon and I can go back to just having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swinging&lt;/span&gt; neighbors who apparently love everyone! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-8736797972444883574?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/8736797972444883574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=8736797972444883574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8736797972444883574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/8736797972444883574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/11/neighborhood-saga-continues.html' title='Neighborhood Saga continues....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-2865668977528513054</id><published>2006-11-03T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:59:09.977Z</updated><title type='text'>What a Bummer!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited about going on a Hot Air Balloon ride this past weekend...  I guess you can tell from the title how that worked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. I had a church golf tournament to help with and then I was told it was too windy and the Balloons probably wouldn't go up anyway.  So I thought I would go Sunday afternoon....nope...mom had a tupperware party (I didn't even know people still did this *G*). Of course I had to go to that because I couldn't tell her I was doing something w/ stepmom AGAIN!  As it turns out, Stepmom went and the balloons were grounded anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I didn't get to go over the weekend....no worries a local church was having a fall festival on Halloween Night and they were having balloon rides.... I would just go there....see where this is going?  Darn Wind!   So another year without a balloon ride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since I went to try to ride a balloon, I missed the neighborhood party!  So all that exciting stuff I thought would happen didn't....oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe Nov. will be more exciting!  Actually it BETTER be considering I leave for the cruise 3 weeks from today!  WOOHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-2865668977528513054?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/2865668977528513054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=2865668977528513054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2865668977528513054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2865668977528513054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-bummer.html' title='What a Bummer!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-6797176504540920842</id><published>2006-10-27T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-27T19:33:41.413Z</updated><title type='text'>What do Carrot Top, Thieving Neighbors and a Good Friend have in common?</title><content type='html'>Why me of course! Ar&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;e you&lt;/span&gt; new here?  Everything is about me! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me get to the Good Friend.....Hubby has worked with this guy for years, as a matter of fact when "The Great Co." sent hubby back to school he asked friend to go too. He &amp; his girlfriend have been riding buddies and we've gone on vacation w/ them the last few years.  Good people.  I got a call today from good friend (hubby was asleep) who was a little bummed.  It seems that he was offered a Day Shift job!  ( I thought this was great news...he and hubby have worked nights almost the entire time they've worked at "The Great Co.") Friend was bummed because it would be an opposite shift from SB and he didn't want to take it.  He was going to try to get someone to switch shifts with him so at least he &amp; hubby would work the same days.  Bless his heart! *G*  When SB got up I told him what was going on and that he should call good friend.  After talking a little bit SB said that he would take the 1st shift if it were him because who knows when the offer will come around again.  Another guy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SB's&lt;/span&gt; dept. called and said he was going to 1st shift as well.  Only on 8hrs though.....SB is next in line for 12hr day shift so we are just praying that comes soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thieving Neighbor...not to be confused w/ Swinging Neighbor.....is a real piece of work.  I used to like this guy, he is a heavy drinker but seems like a nice enough guy.  Until yesterday...remember next door neighbor who moved out recently?  Well, they had a building in their backyard (actually 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bldgs&lt;/span&gt;, but SB &amp; I bought one) and that thieving neighbor came in yesterday w/ a truck and STOLE the bldg.!!!  Now I know #1 neighbor doesn't live there anymore but when that house is foreclosed on they will included the bldg. in the amount owed because it was included in the mortgage.  So say the house &amp; Bldg. were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;valued&lt;/span&gt; at $125,000...without bldg. it may sell for $115,000 and that would leave #1 neighbor still owing $10,000.... I think that's a $h!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tty&lt;/span&gt; thing to do to #1 neighbor.  And it stinks for new neighbor (whoever that may be) because they will have to buy a new bldg.  I told SB today that the more I think about it the more I don't want to hang around these people.  If they would do something like that to #1 neighbor what would stop them from doing something like that to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot top....oh how I wish I were going to tell you the tale of that quirky, prop loving comedian.....but it's just not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to get my hair cut....can you tell where this is going?&lt;br /&gt;  Hairdresser: "Wanna try something fun for fall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sure, what do you have in mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser: "What if we added a few red streaks to your highlights?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sounds fun, and hey if I don't like it we can just fix it next time right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser: "Let me get the chemicals ready....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU NOTICE SHE NEVER SAID WE YES TO THAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;STATEMENT&lt;/span&gt;?  If so, WHERE WERE YOU YESTERDAY???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so she adds the streaks...which &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; LOVES by the way, and she tells me the "red will get a little more dull by the end of the week"...and then she gives me a cute cut and shows me how to wear it a little more "dressy" for the cruise.  I never noticed that the "RED" streaks were actually ORANGE until SB came in a looked at it!  His comment..."Wow, going for the fall leaf look are we?"  I could have cried!  He said he actually likes the color just not the curly do.....thank goodness that washed right out! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*  But as I sit here the next day my hair has become more orange and brown that it was yesterday!  SO if you see me out, please just ignore the hair...hopefully it will return to it's former glory in a few short weeks!  And it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; because I only have 28 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; until the CRUISE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-6797176504540920842?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/6797176504540920842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=6797176504540920842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6797176504540920842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6797176504540920842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-do-carrot-top-thieving-neighbors.html' title='What do Carrot Top, Thieving Neighbors and a Good Friend have in common?'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-4259900154578744153</id><published>2006-10-25T01:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:55:58.005Z</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by April</title><content type='html'>Top Ten Weird Things About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can touch my nose w/ my tongue. I can also curl and flip my tongue ( go ahead and try to do that...I'll wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I could read at age 3...you can ask my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't watch just one TV show at a time.  I always change channels during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. because of #3 I think I have "remote control thumb"  My thumb has been cramping for a week now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can not sleep unless I am covered up to my chin.  I also have to have the ceiling fan on even in winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...don't tell anyone...but I don't have a key to my house.  I have lived here for more than 10yrs and I couldn't tell you the last time we locked the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Whenever I picture what the devil must look like Al Pacino always pops into my head.  I have never been able to watch the Devil's Advocate all the way through because I truly believe that that is how the devil works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My left foot is larger than my right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am afraid to travel over bridges...not sure if it's a fear of heights or if I just think the bridge is going to collapse but I just get scared crossing bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Christopher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Walken&lt;/span&gt; (the actor) creeps me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...let's see who will do this....I tag Jennifer, Lisa, and Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-4259900154578744153?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/4259900154578744153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=4259900154578744153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/4259900154578744153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/4259900154578744153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagged-by-april.html' title='Tagged by April'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-2858556903340412065</id><published>2006-10-25T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:41:48.096Z</updated><title type='text'>If you have an ATV and a DEATH WISH....</title><content type='html'>then come on down to NC and visit the Brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mtn&lt;/span&gt;. ATV Park!  Have mercy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought with all my previous ATV experience.....remember I took my first ever ride Friday afternoon! I would be ready for the easy trails at the park.  First of all, a man must have developed the map for this place.  You could only get to the "easy" trails if you went along trail #1.  Trail #1 was the MOST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DIFFICULT&lt;/span&gt; TRAIL!!!!!  I say it again... a man must have been the designer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see if I can adequately describe the horror that was my one and only trip up that God forsaken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mtn&lt;/span&gt;....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have the sense to send &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sugarbritches&lt;/span&gt; up first on a recon mission of sorts.... he basically said "you can do it....but go slow...no funny stuff!"  (Excuse me, have we met?  me do something funny w/ a motorized vehicle?)  So, after a quick reminder of where the brakes were (yes I forgot...problem?) I was psyched to head up that hill.  SB was leading and my brother was behind me to make sure I didn't fall off a cliff or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.  I got maybe 6 feet before I had my first problem.  I AM NOT KIDDING!  I was expecting dirt trails.....I was NOT expecting rocks the size of small cars!  I got stuck in a huge crevice and stopped dead.....I was leaning to one side of the ATV and my foot had fallen to the ground and I was afraid to move.  My helpful brother started yelling at me to hit the gas.  I was too scared to move let alone hit the gas!  I kept yelling back at him that I was stuck and he kept yelling that I couldn't be...I was driving a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt; vehicle!  Finally he walked up and helped me get the wheels straight and told me to punch the gas.  I told him I would if he would stand in front of me!  *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;*  OK, so it was a stellar moment for me but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recovered&lt;/span&gt; and made it another 100 yards or so before I freaked out again!  I had to pull over to the side of the trail and let like 10 people go by me because I was going so slow!  I think if I had gotten off and pushed it I would have gone faster!  SB thought so too!  He finally let me turn around and head back down to safety.  It was horrible!  Luckily SB was smart enough not to laugh at me because I've seen a few episodes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; and I am pretty sure I could have made it look like an accidental death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the horrific trail the day was actually pretty nice.  We hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SB's&lt;/span&gt; friend from work (our Biker buddies *G*) and  had a really nice visit.  I am praying that the ATV Jungle Adventure in Cozumel isn't near that bad.  If it is, you may hear the screams of panic across the ocean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-2858556903340412065?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/2858556903340412065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=2858556903340412065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2858556903340412065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/2858556903340412065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-have-atv-and-death-wish.html' title='If you have an ATV and a DEATH WISH....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-1205211164093622861</id><published>2006-10-21T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-21T01:40:10.462Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Redneck Woman....</title><content type='html'>I ain't no high class broad! *LOL*  I've been singing that song in my head all afternoon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4-wheeling adventure was so much fun!  Sugarbritches road with me on my first trip around the trail...actually he road w/ me a few times but I got the hang of it pretty quickly.  The only thing I kept forgetting was to let go of the gas when I changed gears!  Glad I was holding on so tight! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Brown Mtn. Park tomorrow for a picnic lunch and an afternoon of deep woods riding.  I think I'm more excited than SB.   Bless his heart, he worked over 4hrs this morning (7pm - 11am) and then he came over to watch me ride w/ only 3 hrs. sleep.  Poor guy has crashed on the sofa with the dog curled up next to him.  They make a sweet couple!  Guess I should tell him to head to bed.  We've been invited to breakfast early in the morning.  He'll need his beauty rest so he won't be so grumpy tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have a great Saturday and if I can figure out how to upload pics, I'll show you how much fun we had!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-1205211164093622861?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/1205211164093622861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=1205211164093622861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/1205211164093622861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/1205211164093622861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-redneck-woman.html' title='I&apos;m a Redneck Woman....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-4814463407415498739</id><published>2006-10-20T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:08:06.654Z</updated><title type='text'>Life Insurance paid up.....CHECK!</title><content type='html'>Well, it had to happen some time! I come from a long line of red-neck and white trash people. (Wanna know how I can tell the difference? Rednecks will give you the shirt off their back. White trash will steal your pants while you are looking for a shirt! *G*) At any rate, coming from this colorful background I should be ashamed to make this next statement. I have never been on a 4-wheeler (ATV for you non-southerners)!!! Shocking I know! Well that's all going to change tomorrow! Since I have booked an ATV Jungle Adventure in Cozumel, I thought it might be wise to learn how to operate such a vehicle before the trip. My dad is all excited to teach me! *G* My stepmom is coming to record the event for posterity (translation: BLACKMAIL) Dad said we would take it slow on Friday but if I did well, then we will go on some great trails at Brown Mtn. Park. I am looking forward to it if for no other reason than I will get some great fall leaf photos while we are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is shaping up to be a very adventurous month for me. Next weekend I will be attending the Hot-Air Balloon Rally in Statesville, NC. and I hope to be able to hitch a ride on one! I've never been in a hot-air balloon and even if I just get a tethered rope ride at least I can mark that off my "25 Things to do before I turn 50" list! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top off this ever so adventurous month, I will be attending the neighborhood Halloween Party at my swinging neighbors' house! Don't you wish you were me? *L* Sugarbritches and I have been looking at the Party City Catalog for costumes.....I told him to go as a Kissing Booth but he was afraid of what he might catch over there! I was going to go as a nun but he said that was a little reduntant....since he "ain't gettin' nun" until his surgery! Oh, that SB, he's a riot ain't he? *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note to that..I lost another 3lbs according to the Dr.! (woohoo!) 65 more and SB is under the knife! I've been singing Rod Stewart's hit "The First Cut is the Deepest" every time I see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not insensitive is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-4814463407415498739?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/4814463407415498739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=4814463407415498739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/4814463407415498739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/4814463407415498739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-insurance-paid-upcheck.html' title='Life Insurance paid up.....CHECK!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-6541555349556434029</id><published>2006-10-10T03:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-10T03:11:21.248Z</updated><title type='text'>Baby Baby...</title><content type='html'>Remember I told you that I went to the Surgeon last week? And remember I told you he gave me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; prescription? Well, what I didn't tell you is that he also told me if this prescription works that I may wind up &lt;strong&gt;PREGNANT!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Dear Lord that's all I need! Can you imagine? Once I picked my jaw up off the floor I asked him why he dared say such a thing to me. Well it seems that the reason hubby and I haven't had a child during our 13 year marriage isn't due to our planned parenting skills....it's because of all the "girlie trouble" I've been having. Who knew that the hit and miss method really was that effective? When I told him of our grand planning he tried to give me a prescript for &lt;strong&gt;PRE NATAL VITAMINS! &lt;/strong&gt;What is he trying to do? Give me a heartattack?!?! I told him I would have sugarbritches spade and nuetered ASAP! He said that I should because with the surgery and my weightloss (32lbs so far! Woohoo!!) My chances of getting preggers are getting higher and higher! I ran from the office screaming in horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over dinner I mention &lt;em&gt;calmly&lt;/em&gt; that I would be making an appt. for SB to get snipped and &lt;em&gt;suprisingly&lt;/em&gt; he wasn't as excited about the possibility as I was. Oh, he doesn't want any more children but the thoughts of having a pair of scissors so near "the boys" wasn't as much fun as I was making it out to be! We have reached a compromise though....no sex until he gets clipped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..... so that's not gonna last..... but I am checking on Dr.'s as we speak! *G*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-6541555349556434029?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/6541555349556434029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=6541555349556434029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6541555349556434029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6541555349556434029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-baby.html' title='Baby Baby...'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-6582757694555743553</id><published>2006-10-10T02:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:59:21.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Not digging the new look</title><content type='html'>of the blog...may make more changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been another busy weekend at the bay. Fall Festival at church...good BBQ, bad planning...makes for one tired me! *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning my next vacation has taken up a considerable amount of my time lately. I am getting ready to go on a cruise! I've never been on a cruise ship and I'm a little nervous. (See my previous post about the dolphin cruise and you'll see why.) When I go to family Dr. next Thurs. I am going to have him prescribe me something for motion sickness...just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info on cruise..... We are leaving Charleston on Nov. 25th and heading to Grand Caymen, Cozumel and Key West. We will return to Charleston on Dec. 2nd. I am so flipping excited! Although I don't have to have a passport yet ( that changes in Jan.) This will be the farthest I have ever traveled. I have been stalking....I mean&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; posts..... on CruiseCritic.com for weeks now trying to find out the best way to get the most out of this trip. Who knows if I'll ever get to go back to these places ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have come up with so far....Sugarbritches and I are going to snorkle &amp;amp; feed sting rays in GrandCaymen, then in Cozumel we will be riding an ATV through the Mexican Jungle to see Mayan Ruins, and finally we will be parasailing in KeyWest....I think we have it timed so that we will be in the air at sunset. *WOW* Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have so many "To-Do" lists going that I may just need to be medicated before we leave. There are so many things to take care of! The most pressing thing at the moment is getting a certified copy of my Birth Certificate. I have done a little shopping for myself (thank goodness for clearance rack at Avenue!!*G*) SB needs a few things, I'll need another memory stick for my camera....cause I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KNOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'll take more than 100 pics that week! I'll also need to get film for SB's underwater camera....and this list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off the bed now....thank goodness SB works nights! *G*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-6582757694555743553?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/6582757694555743553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=6582757694555743553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6582757694555743553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/6582757694555743553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-digging-new-look.html' title='Not digging the new look'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-116008306381859242</id><published>2006-10-05T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:17:43.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Something to make you smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kiss951.com/goout.asp?u=http://www.acetj.com"&gt;http://kiss951.com/goout.asp?u=http://www.acetj.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this Wendy's training video *LOL*  I can only imagine the meeting that decided this was a good idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-116008306381859242?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/116008306381859242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=116008306381859242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/116008306381859242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/116008306381859242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-to-make-you-smile.html' title='Something to make you smile'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-116008296036005282</id><published>2006-10-05T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:16:00.383Z</updated><title type='text'>4 out of 5 Dr's agree</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted much lately.  Too many Dr. appts. and too much life I guess.  According to all Drs. I've seen (except the surgeon oddly enough) they agree that I have gotten some kind of staph infection from my surgery.  It is starting to clear up after several rounds of antibiotics so I may not lose that leg after all! *L*   I saw the surgeon today who gave me ANOTHER prescription and he said that he still thinks I got bite by a spider!  His theory is that I would not have gotten staph on my legs because he didn't operate on my legs.  Makes sense but still doesn't explain how I would not realize I had gotten bit 9 times on different occasions! Oh well, I don't have another Dr. appt for 2 whole weeks so maybe I'll have more time to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-116008296036005282?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/116008296036005282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=116008296036005282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/116008296036005282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/116008296036005282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-out-of-5-drs-agree.html' title='4 out of 5 Dr&apos;s agree'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115921846947454149</id><published>2006-09-25T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:08:46.350Z</updated><title type='text'>This is quality research!</title><content type='html'>Recent research shows that there are 7 kinds of sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st kind of sex is called: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smurf Sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone and you both have sex until you are blue in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd kind of sex is called: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kitchen Sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is when you have been with your partner for a short time and you are so horny you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd kind of sex is called: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bedroom Sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is when you have been with your partner for a long time. Your sex has gotten routine and you usually have sex only in your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th kind of sex is called: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallway Sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is when you have been with your partner for too long. When you pass each other in the hallway you both say "screw you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5th kind of sex is called: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catholic Sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th kind is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courtroom Sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is when you cannot stand your wife any more. She takes you to court and screws you in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, the 7th kind of sex is called: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social Security Sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You get a little from time-to-time, but not enough to live on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115921846947454149?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115921846947454149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115921846947454149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115921846947454149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115921846947454149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-quality-research.html' title='This is quality research!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115912156472796900</id><published>2006-09-24T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:12:44.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update</title><content type='html'>Last Tues. was stepmom's B-day.  She wanted to take a ride on the Catawba Queen to celebrate.  The Catawba Queen is a Riverboat that will take you on a 2 hour tour along Lake Norman.  We decided to do the lunch cruise and to change things up a bit we invited all the hubbies to join us.  It was a fun little trip.  While we cruised around admiring all the lovely homes, they served lunch and gave a brief history of the area.  It was interesting and a fun way to spend the afternoon.   Several people in our party thought about coming back for the Luau Cruise.  It looked to be a fun night!  SB suggested they build a hotel nearby so people who "enjoyed the party" a little too much could just crash there instead of trying to drive home.  Only he would think that was needed! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the men to find their own way home, stepmom, SIL and I went to the Scrapbook store.  There was so much new stuff I still don't know if I saw it all!  I love looking at all the new paper, embellishments and stuff.  And let's face it I love buying all of it.  The only problem comes when I have so much stuff at home  that by the time I get around to using it, it's already out of style! *G*  I am going to set a goal to not buy anything else until I have used at least 10 different things from my stash!  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we came home and decided to go out to dinner....guess we just didn't spend enough money that day!   We went to Texas Roadhouse and although it was good and the company was fun, I was so ready to come home and just chill out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a normal Sunday meaning that I was up at 7:30 to get ready for church.  Afterwards we went to lunch...again!  Wonder where all my Cruise savings are going?  Anyway, I am home now catching up on emails and such and listening to the Carolina Panthers game.  Bless 'em!  I hope they finally win one today!  SB has gone to softball practice...which the team DESPERATELY needs!  They are currently 0-4.   But they all say they are having fun so I guess that is the most important thing.   I am just glad SB is enjoying himself.  He is still in a fairly good mood so anything that encourages that is great for me! *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115912156472796900?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115912156472796900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115912156472796900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115912156472796900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115912156472796900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend update'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115878680745944991</id><published>2006-09-20T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:14:16.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Too much..</title><content type='html'>There has been too much going on this week to complain about....more Dr.'s....more infection.....almost lost my dog.....you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to take my mind off all that my friend sent me this....I only missed 2...tell me how well you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This intelligence test will blow your mind. It really does give a good indication of your intellect. So if you are afraid of knowing the truth, do not try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.mikescomputerinfo.com/inteltest.htm" href="http://www.mikescomputerinfo.com/inteltest.htm"&gt;Click here to start the intelligence test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115878680745944991?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115878680745944991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115878680745944991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115878680745944991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115878680745944991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-much.html' title='Too much..'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115843618472404987</id><published>2006-09-16T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:49:44.793Z</updated><title type='text'>30 Things....</title><content type='html'>Subject Survey time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was your first thought? Did I really go outside looking like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When is the next time you will have sex? Probably when the infection heals up! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DUCK"? luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet? Seeing as that this is the only one I've been too, I'll vote for Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile? that would require finding my phone...but I would say my Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring on your phone? Well the only one I have is "Hello Moto!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing? Navy blue T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What were you doing 20 minutes ago? Watching "Inside the Towers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing? New Balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room? bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey? Well I am the one taking the survery so I guess she's alright! *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you're in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on? the one without the dog in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night? Getting ready for bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your mobile say? I don't text msg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you like your eggs? scrambled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word/phrase that you say a lot? Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you he/she loved you last? Sugarbritches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched? My dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? prescription - 3...street drugs - none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?I have a bowl of old film that needs to be developed....it's truly sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far? 17 - had great friends and was getting ready to graduate HS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy? weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture? Work computer - Beach Scene Home Computer - Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone? I told the dog to get out of the way....does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly which one would you pick?million for sure. A million bucks, I could then afford to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like someone? I like a lot of someones! *G*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27The last song you listened to? "Sweet Home Alabama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, what would you do? Push her down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you could punch 1 person in the face who's in your life right now, who would it be? Not usually the violent sort but if I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to punch someone....well I'll give you 3 guesses *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is the closest object to your left foot? the shoe I just kicked off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn!  Answer all the questions in the comments section or post a link to your blog and I'll check them out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115843618472404987?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115843618472404987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115843618472404987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115843618472404987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115843618472404987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/30-things.html' title='30 Things....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115802502268420453</id><published>2006-09-12T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:37:02.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Flight 93</title><content type='html'>I just watched Dateline's 9-11 special concerning those brave men and women from Flight 93.  It still moves me to hear the stories of those "ordinary" people who knew they were going to die but refused to be a part of causing other innocent lives to be lost. God Bless them and their families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dad calling me that morning to ask if I had heard that a plane had flown into the WTC.  He said that he didn't think it was an accident and I just couldn't believe it.  I told him that no way would someone intentionally do that!  I quickly turned the TV to one of the local stations and watched as the second plane flew into the building.  I sat by the TV all day and night and just could not believe what I was seeing.  Those poor people who made the decision to jump....how awful it must have been to think that was a better option.  I watched the documentary again last night about the Firemen who were first on the scene.  In the video you can hear the bodies crashing to the ground.  How those men stayed focused on their job is beyond me.  Of course, I heard several other stories of men and women who helped others out the buildings and on the streets and it makes me wonder if I would have had the wherewithal and strength to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003 I went to NY with my family and we went to Ground Zero.   I have pictures of the names of those who died and the buildings surrounding the site.   I also have pictures of the sphere that was moved to Battery Park as a memorial.  I still have not put those pics in my scrapbook.   I feel like I am no where near talented enough to do them justice.  We saw the small church across the street where so many rescue workers went for rest and prayer and it was so small.  That is what has stuck with my stepmom and I.....just how small the hole was.  I mean it was huge but not what I would have thought it would be...7 buildings in such a tight area.  So many people lost.  Which reminds me of all the stories of those people who were running late, or whatever else kept them from being in the towers at a time they normally would have been. As hard as it is to understand it just proves to me that God knew who was going to be there and even though it was a tragedy it was still in His plan.  I don't pretend to understand why some things happen like this but I do pray that I remember who ultimately is in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115802502268420453?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115802502268420453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115802502268420453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115802502268420453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115802502268420453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/flight-93.html' title='Flight 93'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115801462794746616</id><published>2006-09-11T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:46:54.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh.. Nice</title><content type='html'>What a lovely weekend. Nothing overly exciting but it was just nice spending some quality time w/ sugarbritches. I told him Sunday that I didn't realize how much he must have missed spending time with me until this weekend. He was an absolute pleasure to be around all weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon we went to the Y to work out and since he got there before me I stayed a little longer while he went to rent us a couple of movies. We grilled some burgers and sat down to watch "The Sentinel" and "Final Destination 3" Both were pretty good but we laughed out loud at the way we change the fate of the characters on FD3. If you get the chance rent this movie just for that option. *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to help out at the church for a little while and then came home to shower and head out the Morganton Fall Festival. That's the great thing about living in the south in the Fall. There is always a fair or festival going on within driving distance. I had been wanting to go to the Festival since I heard that Billy Corrington was going to be there...can you say YUM? But I didn't think SB would want to get into all that crowd so I didn't say anything until he mentioned not wanting to do the "same old same old" When he agreed to meet my brother and SIL I was thrilled! We walked around and made fun of all the little signs and T-shirts we saw...."Save a Deer, Eat More Possum" that kind of thing. SB talked me into getting a characiture (sp?) made and even though the guy gave me big ears, a big nose and a fat lip, I was pleased with it! *L* I must tell you that even though Billy wasn't scheduled to go on until 9pm we got there at 5:30 thinking that would be plenty early....WRONG! We couldn't even see the stage! But I was determined to at least HEAR him sing so we sat through the opening act (Julie Roberts)until she started mutilating John Cougar Melencamp's "Hurt's so Good" We did wait around until 9:40 and when he still hadn't come on stage we left. No studly singer but I had a great time anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was another nice day..started with breakfast w/ SB and then after church we came home for a nice relaxing stretch on the sofa until we went to practice softball. And before your jaw falls completely to the floor, no I wasn't playing but SB was so I came to take pics! Nothing better than sweaty tan men running around after a ball! *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB was in such a good mood all weekend. So glad that my darling hubby is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping is just not a short visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115801462794746616?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115801462794746616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115801462794746616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115801462794746616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115801462794746616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahhhh-nice.html' title='Ahhhh.. Nice'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115765792704326345</id><published>2006-09-07T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:58:58.536Z</updated><title type='text'>I may lose a leg....</title><content type='html'>In the last 9 days I have been to the Dr. no less than 3 times. Something is wrong with this picture!&lt;br /&gt;     I hate going to the Dr. and now I have further reason. You all know that my family Dr. insists that I have high BP, well he did tell me Tues. that it was lower and that I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anemic! YEAH!!  Then he tells me the bad news....My sugar is a little high...not dangerous high and nothing that can't be fixed with losing a little weight. (Well, why I haven't I thought of that? GRRR)&lt;br /&gt;      And if that isn't enough, I have had these red spots come up on my legs...both legs...almost identical spot. I ask Dr. what he thought it was and he insists that I have been bitten by something (although I don't remember that happening) and he gives me an antibiotic to try for a week.  Well I go back yesterday and the spots actually look worse!  So he gives me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; prescription and tells me to come back next week and if it isn't any better then we'll have to try something else.  I leave there with a diet plan, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; scheduled appt., and red spotted legs.  I go to CVS to get the prescription filled and when the cashier rings it up...all I can say is &lt;strong&gt;"HOLY SMOKES BATMAN!"  &lt;/strong&gt;really!  That's exactly what I said!  That crazy woman wanted me to pay $110 for 10 little pills!!!!!!  And yes, I have Ins.....great Ins. in fact. The leg will just have to fall off!  The nice cashier sensing that I don't want to pay that much says that I can call Dr. and he can recommend something else.  Whew!  Ok, I'll do that.  Guess what?  Dr. says this is best medicine..you need this medicine...(And no I don't know why he suddenly started talking in broken english)  So, I have to use some of my cruise money to save my leg!  At this point I'm thinking a peg leg would look cool sitting on the deck of the cruise ship...what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115765792704326345?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115765792704326345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115765792704326345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115765792704326345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115765792704326345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-may-lose-leg.html' title='I may lose a leg....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115725333661573904</id><published>2006-09-03T03:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-03T03:15:36.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of catching up.... caught up on my laundry, caught up on my dishes and most importantly I caught up with a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call this morning from a friend I hadn't seen in awhile and she asked me to go to a scrapbook store with her.  Having never turned down an opportunity to shop I was ready to leave in 20 mins.  No small feat considering I hadn't even had a shower when she called.  ( I was catching up on the laundry &amp; dishes remember!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very nice day.  We did a little shopping and then headed for lunch!  I had something called a Monte Cristo.....not my usual taste but it wasn't all bad (especially since it was free! *G* Thanks again Jen!).  The best part about it though was hanging out with Jennifer!  She is just fun to be around!  We caught up on kids, work, and just nothing really, but it was great seeing her again.  We are planning to get together again soon and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been meaning to get together with a friend you haven't seen in awhile?  Do it now!  Call them before they get a chance to call you and hey if you can treat them to lunch! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115725333661573904?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115725333661573904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115725333661573904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115725333661573904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115725333661573904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch-Up'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115712926764575199</id><published>2006-09-01T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:47:47.720Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>Yeah!  This week is almost over! *L* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things around the Bay have been boring but peaceful.  Sugarbritches and I have been getting along great.  He seems close to being back to his usually charming self.  We have spent quite a few of his days off together so maybe that was all it was....maybe he just missed me...aaawwww! Whatever.  At least things are better! *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gyn. this week to get my final post-op check-up.  He came in after the nurse had taken blood and asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR."Did you forget to take your iron pills this week?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "What iron pills?  I didn't know I needed to take iron pills?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.."  Well your anemic and need to be taking iron tablets twice a day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  Huh?  couldn't someone have told me that sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he tells me everything else looks fine, I'm healing great, he just wants me to go to my family Dr. and have a physical and get a multi-vitamin w/ iron ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I call the Dr. I do not like (I'm just too lazy to find another one) and I go to his office yesterday.  He thinks my Blood Pressure is high even though everyone who has checked it in the last 2 months says it's fine!  My Avg. BP has been 127/75... he got 138/92!  Almost 20 points higher than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;his own nurse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  He said that everyone has good BP when she checks it.  (My thought is that if she is consistently wrong....why is she still your nurse?)  Anyway, after checking behind my eyeball to see if the supposed high BP is causing damage, he sent me for an EKG (normal btw) and tells me that he is going to do a more thorough blood test to see if I am really anemic or what.  I am wondering if i should trust his results! *G* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugarbritches is working this weekend so I am going to finish up some scrapbook swaps and watch a few movies.  Just chill out.  Things are going to be busy for the next few months so I am going to take advantage of the calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115712926764575199?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115712926764575199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115712926764575199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115712926764575199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115712926764575199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115681635940222738</id><published>2006-08-29T01:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:52:39.413Z</updated><title type='text'>I want my MTV...</title><content type='html'>and CBS, and NBC, and every other channel!  Sat. night after the game SB and I had a long discussion about what was going on with him.  What it came down to was he feels I am not spending any time with him and that we lead separate lives.  Which is true to a point but I think that it got that way because I was trying to be the wife that let him go hang with the "boys" anytime he wanted.  And since he was hanging out with them I was going and doing other things.  True we spent most evenings together but I guess in his mind it wasn't enough.  So, we agreed to work harder on spending time just the 2 of us.  I am very excited about it because I would rather spend time with him than sit at home while he's out riding motorcycles! *G*   He also said that he feels like he has been in the middle of my war with Stepmonster and he hates that.  I told him that I had not been battling her lately and that I thought he was more on her side than in the middle anyway!  We decided to disagree, but not argue over this right now.  I think once we start spending more time together he may actually see my point of view but if not, then I'll just keep praying that she find a place of her own soon! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking, the power flickered off twice.  Everything came back on except our TV.  Now, ya'll know my addiction to reality TV so you know I can not NOT have a TV!  SB did some research online and asked me to go with him to look at a few models at Best Buy.  2 hours later.....I was just ready to grab the first tv  I could get my hands on and run to the check-out.... but being a man he had to look over all the options, sizes, prices, etc.  We finally decided on a 30" flat screen with HDTV on sale for $699.  I think hubby really wanted the 36" but he couldn't bring himself to pay $1,000 for a TV.  Bless him, it just about killed him to leave it on the shelf.  Since our hand me down entertainment center is not made to hold a 30" TV we also had to pick up a new stand.  So even though we got the cheaper TV, our little power surge cost us almost $900.  Thank goodness for no interest for 2 years! *LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115681635940222738?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115681635940222738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115681635940222738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115681635940222738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115681635940222738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-my-mtv.html' title='I want my MTV...'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115681508518060837</id><published>2006-08-29T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:31:25.223Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Just A Game.....Isn't it?</title><content type='html'>Sat. morning begins at 6:30am....that's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EARLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a Sat. morning around here!  I got dressed and hauled booty to the Ballfield to help set up for the tournament.  The first game wasn't until 9am but we had to set up the concession stand... so by the time the first pitch was thrown I was already exhausted! *L*  For the most part things ran smoothly but late.  I have been to a few tournaments and that seemed normal so I didn't think that much about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one man (we'll call him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from now on) who kept coming up to check out the "bracket".  He seemed nice enough when he started telling me that it wasn't set up right.  Now I don't know anything about putting on a tournament and since it was the first time my brother had put one on, he had asked someone to help him.  So, thinking that there really was a problem, I called my brother over.  He explained how they had come up with the bracket and everything seemed ok.  I say "seemed"  because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kept coming back.  He had me convinced at one point that all they needed to do was not play the last game of the night and then everything would be right.  So I call my brother back up to the concession stand.....big mistake!  He was hot and tired (by this time we had been there about 10 hours) he told &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one more time that it was right and he was sorry that the he wasn't happy about it but it was staying how it was written.  Well, it started getting dark and the last game was going to be played under the lights.  I thought that would be neat  evidently &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't think so.  He stalled the game about 15 mins. trying to convince the other team it was too dark to play.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Player &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;caused such a scene that he followed my brother off the field and started yelling about it being too dangerous to play and just kept going until my brother kicked him off the field and told him that if he didn't leave immediately he would be forced to call the police.  The other team was ready to play and did for a few more innings...until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;player's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; team forfieted saying it was just too dark to play.  We later found out that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;player's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; team had been drinking all afternoon and was down 10 runs.  By forfeiting the game they would still be in the winner's bracket and play early the next day.  I got home around 9pm.  I was so exhausted and my feet and side were so sore it took 4 pain pills to get me to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Sunday so games didn't begin until 1pm.  They put a time limit on the games and came up with a 1 pitch rule, meaning that you only got 1 pitch, if it was a ball you walked to 1st base, a strike you were out, and of course if you hit it then you ran as fast and as far as you could. *G*  I had to leave early to find a TV (I'll tell ya about that later) and go to a cookout with a friend of SB.  I heard later that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was on his best behavior all day but his team was not!  A fist fight almost broke out midway through the last games!  GROWN MEN were fighting over a ball GAME!!!!!  It was unbelievable!  My stepmom was laughing as she told me all about it.  I know I shouldn't be suprised how some men behave but really it wasn't like they were playing for money or anything.  It was just a trophy!  It was a &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; trophy but still in the grand scheme of things it was nothing to get that worked up over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115681508518060837?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115681508518060837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115681508518060837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115681508518060837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115681508518060837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-just-gameisnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s Just A Game.....Isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115652159091802433</id><published>2006-08-25T15:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-25T15:59:50.963Z</updated><title type='text'>TGIF?</title><content type='html'>What a week.  I just haven't had the energy to blog...too depressed I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been very busy at work.  Why does it take 4 weeks to catch up on being out for 2?  My desk is a disaster area.  I thought I was actually going to see the cherry finish this week but no such luck *G*  This week was newsletter time which means I track down all articles, make corrections/additions, send it for proofreading, make any more changes or corrections and then copy.  The copier hates me.  I have had this feeling for awhile now.  I think that it must run on testosterone.  I can try to make it do something and it won't budge....one of the men in the office can just walk in the room and suddenly, miraculously it will be begin to work perfectly.  I could have sworn I heard it laugh at me one day!  Anyway, yesterday it refused to print right side up. (It's a 4 pages printed both sides)  Now I know what you are thinking...."you should move the paper stupid"  Well I did that...I moved the paper in the copier and in the tray 4 different ways, EVERY time it copied the EXACT same way!  I am telling you it is possessed!  Even when the Youth Director came in it wouldn't work...so everyone will be getting mis-copied newsletters because I was so mad I refused to try it one more time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for the busy week is that my dad and brother are hosting a Softball Tournament this weekend.  Which translates to my step-mom and I running all the errands, cleaning the most vile, disgusting bathrooms known to man, and then listening to them complain about how tired they are!  My dad asked for volunteers to help run the concession stand ( we told him to schedule them in 2hr intervals so people wouldn't have to work so long) I wound up creating the list, getting the volunteers and then when he changed the schedule around he had the nerve to be upset with me because I wouldn't call everyone to let them know.  Hey buddy I thought this was your chicken!  Oh well, I will be there all day Sat. and Sun. so it won't really matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest the way things are going here at home.....it just as well I am not here.  And just so you know, my problem isn't with "she who must not be named"  Hubby is in a weird mood and I just don't know what to do about it anymore.  He suffers from depression, being the usually happy person I am I just can't relate to it.  I feel like when he gets in these moods he just sucks the joy right out of me.  Now normally he isn't so bad.  His medication helps alot. But sometimes like now, he doesn't talk to anyone, nothing seems to be to his liking, and he's just generally miserable.  Which in turn makes me miserable.  Maybe I should be a better wife but when it gets like this I just want to be away from him.   SIGH, I am doing it again!  Using this blog to complain about how terrible my life is, when it really isn't!  For the most part I have a great life!  I just have to remember that during these not so happy times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115652159091802433?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115652159091802433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115652159091802433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115652159091802433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115652159091802433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF?'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115582591066100420</id><published>2006-08-17T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-17T14:47:00.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV</title><content type='html'>Ok I confess, I am a reality TV junky! There I said it! Is there a 12 step program I can join? Hello, my name is scrapper, and I am addicted to almost all reality TV. I watch such shows as: Celebrity Fit Club, So You Think You Can Dance?, Top Chef, Fear Factor, Trading Spaces, While You Were Out and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-tme favorites are of course Survivor and The Amzing Race but this summer I have gotten into Treasure Hunters and Life on the D-List w/ Kathy Griffin. And currently my obsession is.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECT RUNWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we talk? Girlfriend! The gays are just delicious this year! Kayne and Robert are both just over the top! I love them! Michael the lone black designer is great, Angela and Vincent are just insane! Laura looks like a walking cadiver and Jeffrey's tatoos scare me! It is just FABULOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night they were taken to a recycling center and given 30 mins. to pick up garbage to make an outfit! I knew this was going to be good! Kayne's outfit looked like it was designed for a crack head prom queen! It was delicously tacky! And when Tim Gunn came in to critique it he told him that it was truly awful. A quick tug and the skirt came flying off. He only had about an hour to make a new one and it looked it. But oddly enough, his was not the worst!&lt;br /&gt;Vincent created a piece of "art" that "just gets me off" as he kept saying.....it was....there are no words....the poor model couldn't even walk in it! He just took garbage and hot glued it to a piece of stiff paper and sent it down the runway! Michael was the winner with a nice little dress with plastic wrap. But my favorite I hate to say, was Jeffrey's. He created a great dress from newspaper that he painted yellow and blue. It had flow and was just a great looking dress. They said he came in a very close second. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to get a life....but I think there is hope for me. I mean I haven't succumbed to "The Flavor of Love"...................................yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115582591066100420?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115582591066100420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115582591066100420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115582591066100420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115582591066100420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/08/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115575776881306185</id><published>2006-08-16T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-17T14:26:16.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Convention</title><content type='html'>Well I made it through the convention! I actually had a great time!  Didn't do much damage to the wallet.....which was suprising!  There just wasn't any one thing that I just had to have ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to get out of the house!  We left Friday morning at 6:30 and just made our first class!  I made several great projects and I hope to be able to teach some of these to the ladies at my scrapbook retreat.  Friday evening after all the classes and shopping we could stand, we checked into the hotel and thought about supper.  The hotel had a shuttle service so we took advantage of it and had them take us to Longhorn.  We got back to the hotel around 8:30 and just crashed!  I was so glad I wasn't the only one tired!  I had been concerned that I would be holding the others back but I think I did really well! &lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent shopping and going to our last class.  I did get tired after looking around the vendor fair for the 4th time so I sat down and waited while they finished up.  We got home around 4:00pm and after unloading all my stuff, picking up dinner at the local Chinese restaurant, I crashed again.  By Sunday I was almost back to normal! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have just been weird around the bay.  I had decided that I wasn't going to talk until spoken to because I just seem always get in trouble for something I say or ask.  I think everyone is PMS-ing around here.  Anyway, Sugarbritches took it to mean that I was mad at him so he got all moody and wasn't speaking to me.....he says he is tired of the battle between stepmonster and I.  I haven't been battling and I told him so.  I haven't asked/told her to do anything around the house, she has not volunteered to do anything so her life should be pretty easy.  She comes and goes as she pleases, she doesn't pay for anything, what else could a 21 yr old want out of life?  But evidently she is telling her dad stuff or he just I don't know what?  Maybe they are all insane! *LOL*  At any rate I have decided that life is too short for me to worry about her and I am not going to let her consume any more of my joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that being said,  I am giong to do my best not to dedicate any more posts to her! *G*  Let's see how long I can hold out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115575776881306185?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115575776881306185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115575776881306185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115575776881306185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115575776881306185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/08/convention.html' title='Convention'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115558380580335668</id><published>2006-08-14T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:46:05.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Something to make you smile</title><content type='html'>I have another post in the draft section but I heard this today and had to pass it along. I had heard it a few months back but didn't have a link to share. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on this link with your speakers on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf"&gt;http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115558380580335668?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115558380580335668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115558380580335668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115558380580335668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115558380580335668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-to-make-you-smile.html' title='Something to make you smile'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115463943510550188</id><published>2006-08-03T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:10:35.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Too tired for a title.....</title><content type='html'>I was doing so well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I was.....  I was feeling great!  Went to the Dr. on Tues. afternoon.  He said I was doing great, could go back to work whenever I felt like it, could go to the convention if I promised to rest as much as possible, and most importantly said I could drive!  WOOHOO!!  I was so excited!  Too excited evidently!  I went to the grocery store Tues. afternoon.  I was a little tired that night but nothing major. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weds. I went shopping for school supplies that I will be donating to some children at an area school.  Came home, got a small meal ready for a lady from our church who had just came home from the hospital. ( I know how much it meant to me knowing that supper was taken care of that first night home!)  Dropped that off and went to church, still doing good.  Sat down and I was hit smack in the face with a wave of exhaustion like I have NEVER felt!  It must have been powerful because suddenly people were asking if I was OK.  "Sure, just a little tired" I say.  I make it through the service (and meeting afterwards) and then I drag myself home.  I couldn't believe how tired I was!  But, the bad thing... I couldn't get comfortable enough to go to sleep.  I had to wind up taking a pain pill and crashing on the couch.  Today I feel like I have been hit by a Mack Truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get over this!  The convention starts tomorrow and no way am I missing that!  I will not disappoint stepmom and SIL!  Going to take ANOTHER nap and try to get my energy up!&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/14838365-115463943510550188?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115463943510550188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115463943510550188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115463943510550188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115463943510550188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-tired-for-title.html' title='Too tired for a title.....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115431740888084456</id><published>2006-07-31T03:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:00:26.476Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been stuck at home for most of this week. I can not go another week like this! I know the Dr. said that I shouldn't go anywhere or do anything but walk around the house and then rest; but seriously..I am going INSANE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to the Dr. on Tues. He said I looked good and took out the staples (17 if case you were wondering!*G*) He told me that I was a lucky lady because if I had not had the surgery that the "mass" would have continued to grow and it would have killed me! NICE! He said that it weighed 983 grams (almost 2 lbs.) and was "a big one" *L*  Have I mentioned how much I like this guy?  He cracks me up!  Anyway, I asked if I could go the scrapbook convention next week and he said NO.  Poor man I bet he thinks I'm going to listen to him!  He doesn't know me very well!  I've already paid for those classes and they have a no refund policy!  Besides, I may kill some one if I am not let out on parole again soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I sort of see where he is coming from...especially after Weds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Step-mom and asked if she could bust me out of here and we went to the park with my niece and nephews.  I just sat at the picnic table and chatted with her while the kids played.  We then went to get my paycheck and stopped by the bank on the way home.   I was doing fine!  Came home and rested for awhile and decided that I could go to the church Fellowship Night.  I've gotta tell ya....I couldn't believe what happened when I walked in.  My dad saw me first and when he said hey to me everybody started clapping and coming over to hug me!  It was wonderful!  Wish everyday was like that! *L*  Several of the ladies came up to me and said they couldn't believe I was there.... I should be home resting! *G*  But the funny thing was the men.  I even got hugs from them and they seemed very concerned for me.  It was very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After dinner Stepmom brought me home, I crashed and crashed hard!!  I felt awful Thurs. &amp; Fri.  I could hardly move for the pain and just this crummy feeling that wouldn't go away.  I got about 2 hrs. sleep on Friday night but by Sat. I was well enough to go out to dinner and a movie.  "You Me &amp; Dupree" (I'll give a review later)  I have "rested" today per Sugarbritches orders but I feel much better than I did Thurs. or Fri.  So maybe I have built up a little bit of stamina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that long boring story to say that hopefully I will feel up to the convention and can survive the 2 day event. I know I can not come home and complain about pain or anything after that though....SB will kill me!  Well he may have to fight my mom for that previlige, but either way I'd be a dead woman walking! *LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115431740888084456?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115431740888084456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115431740888084456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115431740888084456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115431740888084456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored!!!!!!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115375362088500293</id><published>2006-07-24T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:18:39.593Z</updated><title type='text'>I Survived!!</title><content type='html'>Whew! Boy am I glad to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to be at the hospital at 7:30 am and my surgery would be at 9. Well, they finally came to get me at 10:30! The good news is that I was back in my room by 1:30pm! The Dr. came to see me after I got settled and said that the mass was indeed 1 mass and it was much larger than it appeared on the sonogram. I have always been an overachiever! *L* He said that it had become necrotid (sp?) which means DEAD and was causing scare tissue to build up. He decided that it would be too "dangerous" to take the uterus so he just took the mass and the left ovary. He came in Friday morning to check out the incision and to see how everything was going, after giving me the once over he said I could go home then if I wanted to! WOW! It went from staying 3 or 4 days to you can leave in less than 24hrs! Sugarbritches asked if I could stay one more night since he had to work and he knew we couldn't count on stepmonster to help out if I needed anything and the Dr. said sure! *G* Gotta love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home Sat. afternoon. My stepmom brought over supper for us on Sat. and my mom brought over TONS of food on Sunday so SB shouldn't have to cook at all this week! My mom had asked me if there was something I wanted and I told her I missed her meatloaf and homemade biscuits. She brought all the southern favorites....fried chicken, meatloaf, cornbread and biscuits, greenbeans, homemade mashed potatoes, pinto beans (for SB...I don't eat 'em! *G*) and a banana cake for dessert! She said that she was sure SB wouldn't want to cook especially when he was working and that all of that would freeze if needed so he could just take it out and warm it up. My other SIL is suppose to bring dinner tonight.....we really don't need it but I don't want to hurt her feelings so we will take it and figure something out later! Maybe I'll invite everyone over for dinner! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very sore but I am learning to walk slow and take breaks every little bit so I should be up and running before too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepmonster continues to be just that, but I am not even worried about it! I have had so many people call to check on me, send me cards &amp;amp; flowers, help with meals, etc. that I know that I am loved. I have been trying to figure out a way to show these people how much I appreciate everything they have done.... a simple "Thank You" card doesn't seem to be enough. If you have any ideas, please pass them along.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115375362088500293?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115375362088500293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115375362088500293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115375362088500293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115375362088500293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-survived.html' title='I Survived!!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115336066081350946</id><published>2006-07-20T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:01:23.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the Big Day</title><content type='html'>I'll be heading to the hospital at 7:00 am and should be under the knife by 9! *G*  Doc. said it shouldn't take more than a couple of hours so I should be in my room by lunch time.  WooHoo. *G*  He also said if I was a very good girl and was doing ok...he would send me home Sat. but I might not get to come home until Sun.  Here's hoping for Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you don't hear from me for a few weeks...send a search party....or send flowers *G*  Just kidding!  I am sure everything will be fine and I'll be back to annoying everyone I know in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115336066081350946?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115336066081350946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115336066081350946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115336066081350946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115336066081350946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the Big Day'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115318339289072784</id><published>2006-07-18T00:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:43:12.890Z</updated><title type='text'>I dare ya!</title><content type='html'>to check out this video from the Knight Rider himself!  And then I challenge you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to have this stupid song in your head for hours! *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3382491587979249836"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3382491587979249836&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115318339289072784?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115318339289072784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115318339289072784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115318339289072784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115318339289072784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dare-ya.html' title='I dare ya!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115318325449886072</id><published>2006-07-18T00:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:40:55.720Z</updated><title type='text'>The World Wide Web can be a dangerous place....</title><content type='html'>especially for a hypochondriac! :-)  I have been doing a little research online about my surgery and let's just say "I shouldna done that"!  I was told to bring any questions I might have about the surgery to my Dr.'s appt. on Tues.  Well, I wasn't sure what I needed to ask so I went started looking around and if I wasn't nervous about the surgery before...I'm getting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some very helpful information though, I now know to ask about biopsies, the CA125 test, and other simples things like..recovery time, when can I drive, that kind of thing.  The questions that spooked me a little had to do with blod clots, donating blood (just in case?!?!?), bladder tacks. Things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my list now it seems kinda funny that they made me nervous, but what can I say?  I've never had an operation before so I'm entitled right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been making lists all weekend of things that I need to get done before Thurs.   I am going to try to have some dinners already made up so that all Sugarbritches will have to do is warm them up.  Especially for the nights he has to work.  I really can't expect him to work all night and then cook the next day right?  I am writing out all the bills, getting the checkbook balanced, going to the grocery store, I've gotten some books to read and I have also made a list of  movies I want to watch over the next couple of weeks....here are a few, if you think of others I should see, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rumor Has It&lt;br /&gt;2. Rent&lt;br /&gt;3. The Producers&lt;br /&gt;4. Benchwarmers&lt;br /&gt;5. Grandma's Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of stupid movies...(4 &amp; 5) have you seen The Ringer?  OMG!!!!!  I haven't seen a movie so politically incorrect in a long time!  I am ashamed to say I laughed out loud several times!  All I can say is "When the _ UCK did we get ice-cream?"  Ahhh Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115318325449886072?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115318325449886072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115318325449886072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115318325449886072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115318325449886072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-wide-web-can-be-dangerous-place.html' title='The World Wide Web can be a dangerous place....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115248871266871498</id><published>2006-07-09T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:45:12.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>I think the idea of it is slowly sinking in.  I must admit that I cried a little when I heard the words from the Dr.  I know I am a big girl and big girls don't cry, but this one did!  Just for a few seconds but long enough. *G*   Everyone has been very positive and encouraging about the whole thing.  Everyone but Stepmonster that is......I know, shocking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that she hasn't asked what the Dr. said?  Can you believe she doesn't give a $hit?  I can!!!!!!!  My stepmom said not to tell her anything unless she asks.  I know that sounds terrible to some of you who actually have normal relationships with your step children, but it sounds perfectly reasonable to me considering how she has been treating me.  She knows I have been in a lot of pain for the last few weeks,  has she offered to wash a dish? sweep a floor? anything?  NOPE!  You read that correctly!  She has done NOTHING to make it any easier on me!  Her dad works a weird schedule so he can only do so much, and to be perfectly honest I feel bad even asking him to help out with the cleaning because he works so hard.  And this causes me to get even more angry with her because she knows this, and still doesn't help.  And then I get mad at SB because he won't tell her to do anything!  He just does it and then fusses about it!  Passive Aggressive much?  Me thinks so! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could blame her behavior on BF but as I have said before he really isn't the problem.  HE actually asked me what the Dr. said yesterday.  He said that she hadn't told him anything yet and I said that's because she doesn't know.....she hasn't asked.  He couldn't believe it....asked ME what her problem was!  I could have filled his ears full but decided to just shrug....he'll find out about her soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that a lot of my posts have to do with the fued between she and I....that makes me angry too!  It has started to taint everything in my life.  I need to make some changes...I am just not sure what those are or how to go about them.....Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115248871266871498?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115248871266871498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115248871266871498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115248871266871498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115248871266871498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115224566504543012</id><published>2006-07-07T03:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-07T04:14:25.063Z</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!....Men may want to skip this post!</title><content type='html'>I was going to post some of my ramblings that are still in the draft section but I need to tell you guys what's going on with me....not so much because I think you care but I need to talk about it and I am sure my family is sick of hearing it.....so lucky you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me give you a little back story........2 weeks ago I went to my dad's for dinner.  I got up from the couch to check on something and I almost fell over from a sharp pain.  It came from my spinal cord around to my belly button.  I almost cried it hurt so bad.  Since stepmom is a nurse she tried diagnosing me with several things before it was decided that I must go to the ER.  Everyone thought I had a kidney stone......after several hours in the ER I was informed that it was not a kidney stone and they needed to do a cat scan.   The wonderful morphine had kicked in by then so I was game for anything.  Sugarbritches and I heard one of the staff say that I had a 20mm cyst.  OK....not the best news but not terrible.  When we ask about it we were told "Oh no it's not 20 mm...it's 20 CM!!!!"  OUCH!!!!!!!  Then the nurse had the nerve to pull out a tape measure and show me just how big 20CM is.....you go find a tape measure....I'll wait.......That's freaking big huh?   She said it was the size of a canteloups and I needed to see a Gyn. immediately.  As a matter of fact they had spoken to one and he would see me the next morning. WOW!  Not sure about your area but you can't get a Gyn.'s appt. around here for months!  So I was a little nervous that he agreed to see me so soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, I go the next morning and once I go through the sheer joy that is a pap smear, and rectal exam! I am told that the ER docs were wrong.  The "mass" as we are calling it now, is only 8.5X12X13 CM.  Oh really????  Cause it feels like 20!!!!!!  Dr. Fun wants me to have an ultrasound so he can determine exactly were the "mass" is and what our next steps should be.  Only thing is, he is going out of town and wouldn't be back until today!  And since he didn't trust anyone else but his people to do the ultrasound I have had to endure this pain and boredom for the last 2 weeks.  Boredom comes from being told, "No Heavy lifting, no stress, just rest!"  I have read several books, watched entirely too much TV and have just been miserable for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, all of that to say this..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dr. today for the Ultrasound......It is not 1 "mass".....there are 3 large cysts on my left ovary.  YEAH!   And when I talked to the Dr. this afternoon he gives me the good news.   Surgery is needed as soon as possible.  And in his words, it will be a "major surgery" for me.  He will have to go through my abdomin because of their size.  He will take the left ovary, my uterus and try to leave me the right ovary.  Oh JOY!  And it gets even better.....what I thought would be just an overnight stay in the hospital has turned into at least a 3 day ordeal!  And the best part?????  6-8 weeks recovery time!!! I will be out of my mind by then.  And if that isn't enough to brighten my day I am told by stepmom that not only will I feel drained for the first few weeks I won't be able to drive!!!!  HELLO?????   This can't be happening!  I know that the sheer thought of not being able to drive will make me want to drive even more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I should be happy that I am getting this taken care of.  And to be honest the surgery wasn't really a fear until he told me I would have to be in the hospital for several days.  That has me freaked out for some reason!  The last time I had to stay in a hospital was the day I was born!  I am not looking forward to this.  I should know tomorrow when I will be going under the knife.  If you pray, I'd appreciate you saying a short one for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long boring post.....I hope to return to my fun-loving self soon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115224566504543012?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115224566504543012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115224566504543012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115224566504543012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115224566504543012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/ouchmen-may-want-to-skip-this-post.html' title='OUCH!....Men may want to skip this post!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115181255550988891</id><published>2006-07-02T03:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:55:55.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Wasting away again in Magaritaville</title><content type='html'>SB and I decided the spend most of Friday together alone.  We did some shopping, walked around Broadway on the Beach, Chilled in Margaritaville and played some more Putt-Putt.  It was a lovely afternoon and I really enjoyed just hanging out with him.  I could really tell the vacation was doing him a world of good.  He hadn't flinched about how much we were spending once!  I couldn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone decided to join us for supper at Margaritaville...after an hour &amp;  1/2 wait.....(we chilled out on the "Sand Bar" and people watched so it didn't seem that long)....we went inside for Cheeseburgers in Paradise!  I wanted to eat here just for the atmosphere alone....I don't know if you've ever been in one of Jimmy Buffett's restaurants but he has the "cheese" factor down!  I loved all the over the top decorations and the giant blender in the middle of the room was awesome.  What I didn't realize was when "It's 5 o'clock Somewhere" came on that the "show" began.  There was a giant hurricane cloud on the ceiling that began spinning around...lightening flashed and suddenly a large bottle of Margaritta Mix pours into the 10' blender!  It was funny to watch as the waitresses filled glasses from the blender and took around to customers.  The meal was ok, and the shopping was good....but the best part was just hanging out.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more day and vacation is over.....bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - I finally did it!  I rode SB's bike!  He took me for a long ride down Ocean Blvd.....not the main one.....we actually went toward China Grove.....or as I call it "Little Mexico"  I can see the attraction of riding along the beach and having the wind in your hair (no helmet law).....but I was not an easy passenger when it came to traffic....I almost had him drop me off along the side of the road but I hung on until we got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time to pack up and head back home.....hope Stepmonster hasn't destroyed it while we were gone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115181255550988891?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115181255550988891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115181255550988891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115181255550988891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115181255550988891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/wasting-away-again-in-magaritaville.html' title='Wasting away again in Magaritaville'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115181141607645464</id><published>2006-07-02T03:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:36:56.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Dolphins, lunch, waves......not the best combo....</title><content type='html'>I must say that this vacation has been really nice....not too much going on but I am doing things that I have wanted to do for several years......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Dolphin Cruise!  6 of us pack a lunch and head out to Calabash. I was so looking forward to getting on the boat and chasing dolphins all afternoon......  Took a few pics before getting on the boat, I rush to the front looking for the best seats.  Didn't find  a seat but did find the perfect spot for pics!  After the Capt. gives us the safety drill, history of the boat, and weather report ( "2' waves...perfect seas for dolphin wacthing") we are on our way.  I have my camera strap wrapped around my hand several times with SB standing close by just in case I drop it.  Nervous much?  *G*  Just a few minutes into the cruise we start seeing packs of dolphins swimming along in front of the boat!  I am soo excited I just love dolphins!  I think they are just beautiful as they glide along the water.  SB says he can get better shots from his angle so I hand him the camera and trust that I can watch them as he gets some great shots.  Not a minute later he says..."Uh-Oh, you are out of memory"  I pull the camera from him and start looking for pics I can erase from the memory......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:    Ohhhh,  I feel  woozy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB: Look out towards the shore...find a spot and focus...it will pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ooooo.....I'm gonna be...BLECH......BLECH.......BLEEEECCCCCHHHHHH..........oohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB:  go to the back of the boat....it will feel better back there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:...ooooohhhhh....OK......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a few steps and hurl again!  I finally make it to the inside of the boat and kind of rest there.  I miss the educational part of the trip where the Capt. brings out all these different varieties of fish, shark, and plant life.  I also miss the ride back......I stayed in that spot until the boat docked.....the whole time I'm thinking..."How am I gonna survive a week on a cruise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go home and I rest/recover while the men head out to The Rat Hole.....sounds pleasant enough right? *L*  Either they weren't that impressed with the place or they were VERY impressed and decided not to tell us when they got home *LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115181141607645464?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115181141607645464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115181141607645464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115181141607645464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115181141607645464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/dolphins-lunch-wavesnot-best-combo.html' title='Dolphins, lunch, waves......not the best combo....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115181030952802248</id><published>2006-07-02T03:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:18:29.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday part duex</title><content type='html'>Everyone met up at the House of Blues for a free meal and concert around 2pm.  The weather was great, the band was decent so not too bad.  I tell SB that I want to go to the Alligator Adventure Park before we leave the beach and he says since we are so close we should go now.  Ronnie's girlfriend has not riden his bike much so she decided she'll make the short trip on the bike...then my niece wants to ride w/ SB, and SIL joins brother, which leaves me and Christine in the car.  OK.....no problem.  A few minutes later all but Ronnie &amp; Lisa head into AA.  MAN!  I didn't realize this place was so big!  It took us almost 3 hours to go through it...it probably wouldn't not have taken so long but SIL had to take a picture of EVERY animail in the park! *LOL*  I really enjoyed the park and can't wait to scrapbook all the great pics I got of feeding time!  The guys went riding while the ladies came home and chiled for awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am already almost finished with my James Patterson book by now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Nothing special happens on Weds.....just a little shopping at Broadway on the Beach.  This is my 3rd day in a row of taking a morning walk...just me and my camera.....loving the peace and quite on the beach that early in the morning.   Oh, I forgot...everyone, well almost everyone...not me mind you.....got a little crazy with the jello-shooters!  It was kind of funny to watch grown adults get a little tipsy *G*   Just another reminder why I don't drink much......*G*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115181030952802248?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115181030952802248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115181030952802248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115181030952802248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115181030952802248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/tuesday-part-duex.html' title='Tuesday part duex'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115180754142777152</id><published>2006-07-02T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:07:18.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Bike Week</title><content type='html'>I love vacations!!! I don't really care where I go as long as I have fun people to hang with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the beach around 11am on Mother's Day and arrived at the beach house around 4pm. Not bad considering we stopped for lunch and it rained most of the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we unloaded and showed everyone around, I walked out on the beach with my brother and his family. The wind was fierce but I got some great pics of the surf. We ordered pizza and just relaxed all evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - The guys got up early and went to unload all the bikes. I took a long walk along the beach....took my camera...got some great pics a jelly fish and other unusual things along the way. My brother's bike wasn't running right so he decided to hang with the ladies for the day. UH OH....this is not looking good for us! He will be a total pain the in A$$ if his bike doesn't get to running properly! We say a silent prayer that God will have mercy on us and then we head to Barefoot Landing. If you've never been, this is like a Giant Shopping Center surrounded by a man-made lake. We walked around all day looking at the bike vendors and shops. Christine is exhausted so I take her back to the house and we get ready for dinner. After dinner SB &amp; I join Ronnie &amp;amp; Lisa in a fun game of Putt-Putt. I just love Putt-Putt even if I hardly ever win. I took my camera along and got a great shot of Ronnie's Hole-in-One. I am so loving this camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - While I went on my morning stroll, I see several cop cars at a house up the street, curiosity gets the better of me so I walk slowly... *G*.... Anyway, it turns out the college kids who were staying at that house had accidently set off a fire alarm. I kept walking around the block and ended back up at the house as the cops are evicting the kids in the house beside us! We knew they were partying but they had not been loud enough to wake any of us..... so we all sat on the porch and watched as they were photographed along with their cars. The cops gave them 15 mins. to get out. As the cops were pulling out we asked one of the guys what happened. He said that they had set off the fire alarm about 3AM by using the fire extinguisher. He said that he didn't know why they waited 5 hours to come see what the problem was though! I agree! *L* Anyway, after asking if they could crash on our porch all 15 guys headed out to find somewhere to crash for the rest of the week. We sort of felt sorry for them until they told us they had been kicked out of everywhere they rented for Spring Break for the last 4 years!&lt;br /&gt;Once everything settles down, Sugarbritches and his buddy Ronnie take a look at my brother's bike. In a matter of minutes they figure out the problem and have him on the road! THANK YOU LORD!!! I'm telling you it would have ruined everyone's vacation if he had to be stuck with us all week while the men road their bikes. We decide after breakfast that the guys will go riding around for awhile and we will meet up at the House of Blues around 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of my fabulous vacation to follow tomorrow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115180754142777152?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115180754142777152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115180754142777152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115180754142777152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115180754142777152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/bike-week.html' title='Bike Week'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-115180745427481443</id><published>2006-07-02T02:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-02T02:30:54.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Several Posts</title><content type='html'>I have several posts in the draft section that will be coming soon.  Sorry it's been so long since I have posted.  Once you read them you may understand........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-115180745427481443?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/115180745427481443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=115180745427481443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115180745427481443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/115180745427481443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/07/several-posts.html' title='Several Posts'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114753053767230209</id><published>2006-05-13T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:28:57.683Z</updated><title type='text'>T - 30 hours.....</title><content type='html'>And the countdown has begun! *L* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how ready I am to get to the beach? Well I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the last bit of laundry in the dryer....going to pack that when SB wakes up.  Then the only thing will be to pack our toiletries in the morning!  I printed out the directions to the beach house and have those on the counter, I have my camera ready, battery chargers for phone &amp; Camera ready, food (non-paerishable) in the van, (which by the way I had professionally cleaned inside &amp;amp; out...because God knows I would never had been able to get it that clean on my own! *G*) I have left stepmonster detailed instructions on animal care, food in the house, and "company". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Stepmonster, you are never gonna believe this, well I didn't anyway.  She got up this morning and said "Since you are leaving in the morning, I wanted to give you your gift today".  It wasn't ticking so I decided to open it....she got me a cute Bath &amp; Body Works type lotion set and some new hair accesories.  She said she noticed I was putting my hair up (it's getting longer than I am used to) and she thought I could use them.  I was stunned she bought me anything and I told her thank you very much!  Wonder how long the good times will last? *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta dash!  Need to call my mom and make sure we are still meeting for dinner tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have a great mother's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catcha next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114753053767230209?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114753053767230209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114753053767230209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114753053767230209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114753053767230209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-30-hours.html' title='T - 30 hours.....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114736274248754429</id><published>2006-05-11T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:52:22.500Z</updated><title type='text'>I...</title><content type='html'>I AM: cleaning house while I wait on my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: to leave now for the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: I didn't have credit card debt!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: how Stpemonster and I are getting along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: My High School Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: Stepmonster and I may never get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: My dryer buzzer and the ladies from the View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: if I have enough moeny for the beach *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not being a nicer person to certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: riding Sugarbritches bike at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: when I am home alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SING: all the time... in the car along w/ the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: at sad movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: happy...although I try not to show that too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: scrapbooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: To Do Lists....I don't think I could get anything done&lt;br /&gt;otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: myself! *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: to win the lottery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I START: my day w/ a shower and a trip to the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH: my day by checking my email...see a pattern here? *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG: Lisa, Amy, Gini, Jennifer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114736274248754429?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114736274248754429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114736274248754429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114736274248754429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114736274248754429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/05/i.html' title='I...'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114736174938206649</id><published>2006-05-11T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:40:05.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thursday Presents......</title><content type='html'>13 Things To Do on Vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read My new James Patterson book "Beach Road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shop at Broadway on the Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to House of Blues for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take tons of pics! *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. See the Sunrise one morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Walk hand in hand w/ Sugarbritches on th beach at sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have a Margarita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Check out the local scrapbook stores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Soak up some sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Visit with an old friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. RELAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. RELAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. RELAX!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114736174938206649?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114736174938206649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114736174938206649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114736174938206649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114736174938206649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/05/thirteen-thursday-presents.html' title='Thirteen Thursday Presents......'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114695611436252119</id><published>2006-05-06T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:55:14.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Simply a Wonderful Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small group of us who get together on each person's birthday and plan an adventure.  Since most of us were going to be out of town on SIL's big day we decided to get together today and suprise her.  She loves animals so much that we call her Ellie May, so we decided that the perfect adventure for her would be the Lazy 5 Ranch.  We had a blast!  Imagine 4 grown women on a hayride traveling through a 100 acre zoo.  It was too funny!  We saw lots of elk, deer, buffalo, and pot belly pigs.  But the best part was feeding the giraffes, camels and zebras!  SIL was in heaven!  After we left there we went to our local scrapbook store (LSS) and I spent way too much!  Even with the 30% off I still spent almost $50!  I haven't been to a scrapbook store since Feb. but I could have not gone for another year and still have plenty of stuff to use!  But in my defense I did just buy what I needed for the pics I took today.  (176 pics!!!)  And let me just say.....they are OUTSTANDING!!!  I am so in love with my new camera!  Sugarbritches is happy I am finally learning how to use it so he will be real impressed with these.  If I would ever figure out how to size them I would share some with you.  Maybe soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to write out all my bills, clean my kitchen and settle in for a quite night w/ SB.  Perfect ending to a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114695611436252119?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114695611436252119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114695611436252119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114695611436252119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114695611436252119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/05/simply-wonderful-saturday.html' title='Simply a Wonderful Saturday'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114669043957548106</id><published>2006-05-03T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:01:29.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Whiney Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what I have the nerve to whine about..life's pretty good...but here goes anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't seem to lose weight fast enough! I know it is coming off slowly and that is how it should come off, but I wanna be skinny! (Said in my best whiney voice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stepmonster is being her most pleasant self! NOT! I wish we weren't always growling at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation is 11 days away....I wish it were 1 day away! *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Repairmen are scary! Took my van in to have the tires aligned and the brakes check.....they have been squeaking for a while but hubby had just replaced them so I wasn't worried but it was annoying. The repair guy came in and told me that I had NO Back brakes and he was suprised that my car was still stopping! But if I would just give $375 he would be glad to fix it for me today! I call hubby near tears and he tells me that he can replace them for about 1/2 that! thank goodness I married a man who know how to fix things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My scraproom is a disaster area and I don't want to clean it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have no idea what to get my mom for Mother's Day....and she is already pissed because we are leaving for the beach that morning instead of spending the day w/ her! Before you throw something at me....I have asked her to tell me something that she would really like to do and we would spend all day Sat. doing that....she hasn't given me any ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I have whined why don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead it might make you feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a link in the comments section so I can read them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114669043957548106?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114669043957548106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114669043957548106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114669043957548106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114669043957548106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/05/whiney-wednesday.html' title='Whiney Wednesday'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114635919571712138</id><published>2006-04-30T00:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:06:35.750Z</updated><title type='text'>BIKES, BINGO and I can't think of another "B" *LOL*</title><content type='html'>I have come here many times over the last few weeks to write and tell you all about my boring life....but something always comes up and I can't seem to sit here long enough to publish an entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning my vacations....yep that's right....I get 2 this year! And I am ready to leave on both of them right now!  Sadly, although I am mentally ready...financially not so much. *L*   It has been a stressful couple of weeks around the old Bay but Vacation # 1 is just 14 days away!  I hope I can hold on to my sanity until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, Sugarbritches owns a Harley and he LOVES that bike.....I mean it's a freaky kind of love that only other bikers understand....I am not a biker!   There is a reason I am not a biker.....I have seen "ladies" on the back of bikes and it is never a good look for a woman.....especially a...shall we say...."vuluptuous woman".    Being a "voluptuous woman" I tend to stay far away from the back end of the bike.  Well, I guess the fact that I have lost almost 30lbs (And apparently several hundred brain cells) since joining the Y... I MISTAKENLY thought I could go for a "quick ride down the road"  I broke him!  Sugarbritches that is!  I am guessing here... but I think when I was trying to get on the bike the handlebars turned and that's when he yelled OW!!!  This of course can't be good.....Dear readers if he is not able to ride that Bike while we are at the beach....I AM A DEAD WOMAN WALKING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened on Sunday....on Monday morning Mr. "I don't like going to the Dr." had called and made himself an appt.  Long story short(er) he tore the cartilidge in his arm!  Doc said to take an anti-inflamatory and it should be ok in a few weeks....NO Doc...it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be better in 2 weeks!   So far he says it is feeling better and although I am certain it is, he tells me it was not my fault and I shouldn't feel bad.   Needless to say my riding days are OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between working, trying to wound SB and planning my vacations I did something fun this week.  I went to play BINGO.  Now I know what you are thinking.....I am a big DORK but I LOVE BINGO!  I get so excited when I am close to winning you just wouldn't believe it!  Well if you know me you might believe it...but anyway,  I went Thurs. night with my MIL and it was a blast!  I haven't played in a long time and to be honest I really had no clue what I was doing most of the time.  I mean I don't know all the ways you can win.  I also didn't know you could win so much!  At the beginning of the night I won a $15 game....woohoo!  Boy was I excited!  Five or Six games later MIL won....she said that she always split 80/20 with her playing buddy and then she gave me $40!  WHAT????  how did she win that much and then why on earth would be share with me?!?  Once I questioned her a little I figured out that we were playing for BIG bucks!  *G* Most games were for $100 but she had won a $300 game!  Holy Smokes!  I was really excited about playing now!  We played several more games with me getting "on" (meaning I only needed 1 number to win) a couple of times but not winning.  Well with 3 games left to play MIL wins AGAIN!  She is up to $400 bucks at this point and my little $15 is feeling pretty sorry for itself.  Then I notice I only need one number on the next to last game....surely they wouldn't call N36....the very next # was N36!!  I won $125!!!!!!!!!!!  And I only needed 1 more # to win another  $125 but 5 #'s later someone else won.  Oh well, can't win them all.  But I am officially hooked!  We are going again next week! &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before you think that I would miss Survivor for a lousy $180 I should tell you that SB taped it for me so after all that excitement I came home to watch Terry win imunity again!  I am sort of on the fence about who should win this time....I think anyone but Shane would be good! *L*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114635919571712138?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114635919571712138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114635919571712138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114635919571712138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114635919571712138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/04/bikes-bingo-and-i-cant-think-of.html' title='BIKES, BINGO and I can&apos;t think of another &quot;B&quot; *LOL*'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114324980185443943</id><published>2006-03-25T01:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:23:21.866Z</updated><title type='text'>HELLO???  HELLOO????</title><content type='html'>anyone there?  Has it really been three weeks since my last confession...er post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will do better!  It has just been busy as usual around here and when I take the time to sit down at the computer I just can't think of anything I think you might want to read. &lt;br /&gt;But today I decided that this is my space on the net to write about whatever pops into my head! *L*  I hope you enjoy coming to visit me here but I won't always promise to be funny, or even interesting.  I'm really selling this blog aren't I? *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114324980185443943?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114324980185443943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114324980185443943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114324980185443943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114324980185443943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-helloo.html' title='HELLO???  HELLOO????'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114141812551856190</id><published>2006-03-03T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:35:25.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just need a quickie!</title><content type='html'>OK, I know how that sounds...and I probably shouldn't be writing about it but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend "L" and I have been friends for 25 + years.  We may go months without seeing each other, but when we get together it's just like old times....ever had a friend like that?  Anyway, we went to lunch this week because she was feeling a down and needed to get away.  Her dad passed away a few weeks ago and I think it is just now hitting her.  While at lunch she started talking about the last time she and her dad were together alone....He was sort of out of it due to medication and he looked up and out of the blue said "Sometimes you just need a quickie!"  (Which just proves to me that most men always have sex on the brain.)  She said that she will never be able to tell her husband about that because everytime he wants to and she doesn't he'll say "Remember what your dad said! *G*" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I told that little story today but......&lt;br /&gt; "sometimes you just need a quickie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and try not to think about this post all weekend! *L* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet ya can't!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114141812551856190?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114141812551856190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114141812551856190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114141812551856190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114141812551856190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-you-just-need-quickie.html' title='Sometimes you just need a quickie!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114118898027044132</id><published>2006-03-01T04:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:00:48.703Z</updated><title type='text'>T-3</title><content type='html'>Since my last post was eaten by Blogger...I am going to share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN THINGS YOU MISSED FROM MY LAST POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: All my spelling and gramatical errors...you get those everytime so I guess you really won't miss those huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Diet Downer...is there any other way a diet can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: YMCA horror stories...again...you know it can't be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: My complaining about Stepmonster..shocked aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: "Neighbor" update....the good, the bad, the ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Sugarbritches' idea to help me lose weight....skinny people shouldn't offer advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Plans for Vacation....Bike Week....need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Call for Diet assistance...that's right I need your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Possible romantic triangle...no it's not me and Brangelina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one thing you missed out on when Blogger ate my last post.....&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;1: My witty sense of humor! *G* Seriously, it was a funny post.....hate you missed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114118898027044132?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114118898027044132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114118898027044132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114118898027044132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114118898027044132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/03/t-3.html' title='T-3'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-114118851979062554</id><published>2006-03-01T04:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T04:48:39.806Z</updated><title type='text'>DAG NAB IT!!!</title><content type='html'>I just had a wonderful post for all of you!  It was funny, sad, it had adventure, romance, the whole package...hate you missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-114118851979062554?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/114118851979062554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=114118851979062554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114118851979062554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/114118851979062554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/03/dag-nab-it.html' title='DAG NAB IT!!!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113994772270637001</id><published>2006-02-14T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:08:42.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Things We Do For Love</title><content type='html'>Every year our church has a "Things We Do For Love" Night.  All the couples in the church are invited.  We usually have a dinner and then play the "Not-so Newly-Wed Game".  This is the highlight of the night and everyone loves to come see how the couples answer questions about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year our Pastor's wife wanted to do something different.  She had all the women right a poem to their husbands and all the men were to sing a song to their wives.  Several of the men sang really sweet songs to their wives.  A few I remember are "Valentine", "Lady" and there was a country tune in there as well.  Almost all the men teared up!  I couldn't believe it!  They were so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not the mushy gushy type usually.  I should say that I like getting mushy cards and such, it's just that I am not very good at expressing myself without  a LOT of humor!  So when it came time for Sugarbritches and I to come forward I was very nervous!  I had a short poem about how I liked looking at his rear and how he made my heart say "Oh Boy" but nothing too lovey dovey.  I really wasn't expecting SB to even participate....but Bless his heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby....quite, never draw attention to himself hubby....got the microphone and after saying repeatedly "I can't believe I am doing this"&lt;br /&gt;sang a song in front of  everyone!  He picked Rod Stewart's "Have I Told You Lately That I Love You"!!  If you know me you know I LOVE Rod Stewart!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a huge gesture on his part!  I was so proud!  And I kinda felt bad too.....here he was really putting himself out there and all I could muster up was a few lines about his booty! *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made that song so special was he and I have been going through a little bit of a rough patch lately.  I have just been feeling very unappreciated and unloved.  And he says it's not true but I have been needing more than words you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finished singing and we sat down I told him he scored BIG brownie points!  He said "Good!  Does this mean you know I love you now?" I do know it.....I just need to be reminded every once in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113994772270637001?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113994772270637001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113994772270637001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113994772270637001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113994772270637001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-we-do-for-love.html' title='Things We Do For Love'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113994651607187203</id><published>2006-02-14T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:09:59.193Z</updated><title type='text'>2...2...2 posts in one! One day that is.....</title><content type='html'>That's right dear readers! I know I haven't been posting like I should but hopefully I can catch you guys up on my semi-boring life! *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, lets's start with the retreat! Feb. 3rd - 5th 24 of my scrapbooking buddies and I got together and scrapped all weekend long! I had a blast seeing my friends. This retreat was so laid back and fun! I got several pages done in an album I was working on for my brother. When I showed it to him he said that he wanted some of those pictures because he didn't have any from when we were young. I said "Dingbat these are your pictures!" He had misunderstood what I was telling him and he thought I was going to give the album to our mother. I know I have had these pictures for 6 yrs and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;suppose to be working on an album for her but come on now! It was full of pics of just him or pics of he and I together! *LOL* I do need to work on her album though....my goal is to have it completed by Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 10th we had a small suprise party for my brother's birthday. Most of the family came to my house. We ordered pizzas, hung out and just spent some time together. Even my mom and her husband came. I think Danny was suprised, especially by the cake and album. I hope to get a few more pages done for it by the weekend. I told him he would need to give me pics from highschool until now so I could finish it up and he said he would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113994651607187203?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113994651607187203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113994651607187203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113994651607187203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113994651607187203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/02/222-posts-in-one-one-day-that-is.html' title='2...2...2 posts in one! One day that is.....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113898128545201262</id><published>2006-02-03T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:41:25.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Head 'em up Move 'em out!</title><content type='html'>No... stepmonster is not moving out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you thought when you read the title right?  No such luck.....you know I say that with love! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready to head out the door for our Scrapbook retreat!!  I am so excited but I still have so much to do!  I have a few stops to make and then when I arrive at the Camp I have to get things set up, organize my own stuff, help everyone else unload and find their room and then I can start to relax and enjoy everyone's company!  Luckily this year several ladies have asked if they can come early to help me set up.  Who am I to turn down free labor? *L*  I do wish I could get everything set up before people arrive only because I think it looks more professional but someone told me this week that the ladies were just so happy to get away that helping me out for a little while was more than worth it! *G*  Most of us are moms can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home Sunday afternoon I will have to get some things ready for a Superbowl party!  I am not sure who to pull for really....part of me wants the Steelers to win because I don't think they've ever been to a Superbowl...and part of me wants the SeaHawks to win because they are from our division.  But either way I hope it's a good game and I mostly watch for the commercials anyway! *L* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a pleasant weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113898128545201262?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113898128545201262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113898128545201262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113898128545201262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113898128545201262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/02/head-em-up-move-em-out.html' title='Head &apos;em up Move &apos;em out!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113832922796175910</id><published>2006-01-27T01:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-27T02:46:49.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Mid life Crisis.....or</title><content type='html'>Why I decided to take a class at the community college. *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think I must be going through some kind of mid-life crisis though. In the last few months I haved joined the Y, began having highlights put in my hair, and yesterday I started a Digital Photography Class at the local Community College!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining the Y has been...what's the word I am looking for... hard?...sweaty?... rewarding? All three! I knew I was WAY out of shape but just this week I think I am hitting my stride. In the beginning I could only walk on the treadmill for about 30 mins. at a very slow speed. Now I am doing a 2.5 mile cross country course! It takes me an hour to do it but the trainer told me for now I should concentrate on the length of time I walk not the speed. I wish I could tell you that I have lost tons of weight working out but the truth is I have only lost I think around 15 lbs.  in 3 months. If I could just get my diet under control I think I could really drop some pounds! One thing at a time... *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the highlights....well I did need to cover some increasing gray but I think the main reason I decided to do this was something more than just vanity. I do like my hair this way...and covering the gray is a definite bonus! But I think the main reason for the change was THE CHANGE itself. Does that make sense? I am not going through menopause...at least I don't think I am! *L* I mean just doing something a little more daring, adventurous, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Class is something along those lines as well. I got a digital camera awhile ago and I don't think I have ever used it to it's full potential. Well, in a few short weeks I hope to change that! Next week we are going to start using different settings. I am also hoping he will show us how to share those images with you guys! He told us that we may learn some website design as well. I am also thinking about taking his next class which will be Nature/Landscape Photography. He said that the class would go to Stone Mountain alot for class. Doesn't that sound like something cool to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have tried to do in the last few years is travel. I am saving now for a Cruise Sugarbritches and I are taking in Nov. I want to swim with the dolphins on the trip so I need to really lose some serious weight before then. No way am I getting into a wet suit at my size! Someone may mistake me for a humpback whale and harpoon my butt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think of any exciting things I should try before my brain returns *G* feel free to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113832922796175910?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113832922796175910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113832922796175910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113832922796175910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113832922796175910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/01/mid-life-crisisor.html' title='Mid life Crisis.....or'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113798659108891858</id><published>2006-01-23T03:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T03:23:11.100Z</updated><title type='text'>The Agony of Defeat</title><content type='html'>Oh it was horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just got home from watching the Carolina Panthers go up in flames!  They just couldn't get their act together tonight.  Stepmom and I were talking before the game and I think we jinxed them.  We both agreed that as long as we scored first we would win....but if Seattle scrored first it would be a very bad game.  You see Stepmom and I are Football experts...why I have watched 3 games this whole season!  Usually I just watch the Superbowl.  I mean that is the only game that matters right?  Oh well, I guess I'll be pulling for the Steelers now....although I really don't care who wins.....I am a poor loser! *L*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113798659108891858?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113798659108891858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113798659108891858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113798659108891858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113798659108891858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/01/agony-of-defeat.html' title='The Agony of Defeat'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113744189987635608</id><published>2006-01-16T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:04:59.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Long time no Blog!</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say that the reason I haven't been writing is that my life is soo fun and exciting that I just haven't had the chance! *L*  I WISH!  Actually it is the exact opposite!  I should be happy that things are quite but I get a little nervous when nothing is going on....it only means that when the next big thing hits it will be HUGE! I am such an optimist aren't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a few things for the scrapbook retreat I have planned in a few weeks.  I will be packing up some of those goodies tonight and hopefully will finish all the little things by Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stepmonster news...things are stilled strained.  She has been having a pain in her side for about 2 weeks...I could make a comment but it would just be toooo easy!*G* I called stepmom the nurse and asked her about it.  She suggested that Miss Thing get herself to the Dr. and have it checked out.  She called the Dr. today and he told her to go to the emergency room "immediately" and get it checked out.  Well 4 hrs. later...they tell us that she has a severe UTI and they give her a few prescriptions and send her on her way.  I feel bad she is in pain....truly I do.  And I do hope that things will get better between...although I am still not sure when that will happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113744189987635608?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113744189987635608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113744189987635608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113744189987635608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113744189987635608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no Blog!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113633591307268974</id><published>2006-01-04T00:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:51:53.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Today's T3..... New Year's Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>Ok I am sure I will not be keeping all these but a girl can dream can't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat more heathly foods&lt;br /&gt;2. Work out at the Y at least 4 times per week&lt;br /&gt;3. Get more organized with my scrapbook stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. Work on my relationship with my mother&lt;br /&gt;5. Do more things with Sugarbritches&lt;br /&gt;6. Mark off things on my "25 Things to do before I Turn 50" List&lt;br /&gt;7. Pay off at least 1 credit card before June&lt;br /&gt;8. Go on a Cruise (Ok so that's one a definite! *G*)&lt;br /&gt;9. Lose weight....goes along with the first 2 and would help with # 5&lt;br /&gt;10. Laugh more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me know what Resolutions you have for 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113633591307268974?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113633591307268974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113633591307268974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113633591307268974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113633591307268974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-t3-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Today&apos;s T3..... New Year&apos;s Resolutions!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113591575249699368</id><published>2005-12-30T03:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T04:09:12.510Z</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>April at &lt;a href="http://www.aproka.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.aproka.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this so I am going to give it a shot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to list 5 weird things about myself and then "tag" 5 other people to do the same.  And then post on their blog that they have been "tagged".....Ok clear on the rules?  Let's begin! *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I can't watch one TV show at a time.  I must have ADD when it comes to TV....I rarely watch commercials because I am flitting from one program to another...I blame the invention of the remote control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I can't get through the day without making lists.  Lists for things I need to do at work....at home....wherever!  I have a short memory sometimes, but I think I just like the satisfaction of marking through a completed task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have always wanted to take a hot air balloon ride...."that's not weird" you say..and you'd be right except that I am scared of heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am also terrifed of bridges and parking garages!  I don't know what it is but they creep me out!  I am always afraid that they will come crashing down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a very large family but no full blooded siblings.  I have 4 -step brothers, 1- 1/2 brother and 1 -1/2 sister.  And I've never met my biological father as far as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,  so I tag Lisa, Amy, Crystal,Darla and Sheri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113591575249699368?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113591575249699368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113591575249699368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113591575249699368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113591575249699368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113591443194441887</id><published>2005-12-30T03:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T03:47:11.966Z</updated><title type='text'>You've been waiting all day for this post haven't you?</title><content type='html'>Go ahead admit it!  You know you want to know what my surprise was don't you? *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you know yesterday was my birthday (I'm not ashamed to tell you I am 36) It didn't start off that great....hubby was being....well let's just say he can be a ray of sunshine sometimes...and then sometimes.....GRRRR!  Anyway, so I get to work and a few people call to tell my Happy Birthday....things are looking up....I get through work and head home to shower and get ready for the festivities!  Usually I am the one who plans surprises and handles all the arrangements for just about everything any of us EVER do...(Must be that first born thing!)  So I am VERY excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am sort of hoping that they take me to a restaraunt and all my family and friends will be there to celebrate all things me....but that did not happen!  *G*  I am told that we are going to the restaraunt of my choosing and then I will be blindfolded and led to my final surprise.  Sounds fun so far!  I am also told we will be traveling to Charlotte....a good 45 mins. from my home....this gives me a clue as to where we are going but I don't say anything...they have worked very hard to keep this secret....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so after a little searching we decide that we'll eat at Lonestar Steakhouse.  Dinner was nice....my drink was VERY strong! and they sang to me!  I just love that stuff!  I know it's cheesy but again  I like the attention! *L*  #1 SIL gave me a CD and a cute card...MIL gave me a GC to Belk...and Stepmom paid for surprise....so it's turning into a fine evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get into the parking lot the adventure begins...out comes the scarf and for the next 10 minutes all I can do is hope that they make it to the destination without my constant help as the backseat driver! *LOL*  I am a terrible passenger!  MUST DRIVE ALL THE TIME!  Once we get into the parking lot I am helped out of the car and told to hold on to #1 SIL's hand....they lead me through parking lot....down 2 flights of stairs....and around several curves.  All the while people must be looking at us like we are INSANE!  The girls tell them it's a birthday gift and most played along.....one guy told me I would need lots of $1 bills where I was going....another lady said that they were just torturing me! *G*  #1 SIL was trying to give me clues to make me think I was going ice-skating!  Now I must tell you I am a big girl (Volumptous some might say! *L*)  I told them that I didn't realize we were doing Hippos on Ice but I was game for anything!  (I had decided that no matter what they might have come up with I was going to love it!)  When they finally told me to take off the scarf I was so excited!   I didn't know where I was but I was excited! *L*  Finally I turned around and saw the Marquee...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to see the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes in their Christmas Spectacular!  I was loving it!  I love all things theatre and I have never seen the rockettes live so I knew this was going to be a hoot!   We found our seats and settled in for a wonderful performance!  The ladies were great and the program was cute!  The finale was a live nativity with camels, peeing sheep and a donkey!  What could be better than that I ask you? *LOL*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a whole year to wait to get spoiled again!  Darn it!  I could get used to being the center of attention! *LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113591443194441887?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113591443194441887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113591443194441887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113591443194441887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113591443194441887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/12/youve-been-waiting-all-day-for-this.html' title='You&apos;ve been waiting all day for this post haven&apos;t you?'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113577668482215932</id><published>2005-12-28T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:31:24.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Antici........</title><content type='html'>pation!      Remember that from "Rocky Horror Picture Show"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it suits me today.  Some of my friends have planned a suprise outing for me for my birthday and I am really starting to get excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to have many fun-filled tales for you guys later on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113577668482215932?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113577668482215932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113577668482215932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113577668482215932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113577668482215932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/12/antici.html' title='Antici........'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113571323102480757</id><published>2005-12-27T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:23:26.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Hit me Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rewardhits.com/index.php?hit=11236"&gt;http://rewardhits.com/index.php?hit=11236&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case this actually works.....&lt;br /&gt;Please click on this link and help me pay for my cruise next year! *G*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113571323102480757?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113571323102480757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113571323102480757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113571323102480757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113571323102480757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/12/hit-me-baby.html' title='Hit me Baby!!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113550044454331271</id><published>2005-12-25T08:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-25T08:47:24.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve!!!</title><content type='html'>I just returned from dinner with my dad's side of the family.  4 of the 5 brothers were present and accounted for...along with their wives and children.  Also present were stepmom's brother and his wife.  20 in all! Excited kids, excited grandparents.....what could be better? *G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas!  I love being packed in a house surrounded by squealing kids and watching my dad light up as he looks around at his large family.  He and I are more alike than I think even he knows! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to find gifts for he and stepmom of things they have mentioned wanting recently....only Dad hasn't "wanted" anything.  So this year my brother and I went in together and bought him something I knew he would find just too much fun....We bought him a talking deer!  If you have ever been in Walmart....and who hasn't? *L*  I am sure you have seen them in the hunting/fishing area.  Anyway, this thing sings songs like "On the Road Again"  "Suspicious Minds" and "Friends in Low Places"  True Redneck comedy I'm telling you!!  But the best feature in my mind and I knew it would be the thing that my dad would love.....it came with a remote control and microphone....which meant that dad could prank the rest of the family as they came in!  We got there early and had him unwrap it so we could get it up on the wall before most of the family got there.  He laughed as he opened it and stepmom told him that we bought him a deer since he couldn't seem to kill one himself! *L*  He had a blast all night long!  When someone new came in he would hide in another room and ask the kids questions or try to scare my brothers.  He was in his element.  I love making people smile like that!  I must have gotten my weird sense of humor from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were just about beside themselves and begged us to open presents before we ate.  Stepmom told the kids to open theirs and the adults would wait until after we ate.   Usually she give the adults something small to open and then she gives us money.  She had already warned me I would not be getting money because she knows I like to unwrap presents and besides she "had bought me something really cool"! *L*  Well how could I not be excited?!?  I was in the kitchen fixing my plate when a niece came in caring presents to me and my SIL....we of course were expected to stop what we were doing and open them right there!  Now I knew that all the "girls" were getting pajamas and I knew mine were probably Eeyore PJ's since I love all things Eeyore.  I was right!  We all got 5X7 pics of Dad &amp; stepmom as well.  I also got the cutest Eeyore shirt and one of the most thoughtful things.....my stepmom remembered me saying that I would love to have a copy of "Tapestry" by Carol King....she had looked for it for months with no luck.....it seems she couldn't remember who the singer was...but my dad did and so she had that in the box as well.....but the best thing of all was when she called me into the livingroom and told me to open one more....the box had my name and "Birthday" underneath...(My B-day is the 28th)  Stepmom NEVER gives me my B-day gift early...she knows I like the gifts on my B-day if at all possible.....anyway, She says that since she has come up with something new for my B-day and since I didn't get money like everyone else I got a special present!!  OH BOY!!  She gets her camera ready before I can open it.....ooohhhh it must be good!!  I tear open the paper.....get help opening the box and look inside at a trash bag! *G*  And then I grabbed the bag.....I feel something soft and start squealing like a 6 yr old!  My stepmom had bought me something so cool....so not like her.....so silly that I was speechless! &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;She had bought me this HUGE talking Eeyore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quite possibly the coolest thing EVER!  We had seen them when we were at Walmart a few weeks ago.  I told her that when Sugarbritches, Stepmonster and I were there before I had seen it and &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; jokingly told them that I wanted one!  It was over $30 though and I thought that was sort of pricey for a stuffed animal.  I proceeded to squeeze him a few times and let her hear him say things like "You're an awful good hugger" &amp; "I sure could use a hug from you right now"   I smiled and told her that she should tell SB to buy it for me......never thought I would actually get it!  I LOVE CHRISTMAS! *LOL* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed until after 8:30 but I had to get SB home....Bless him!  He has been sick for a few days and he was feeling horrible!  It didn't help that they have a cat and he is allergic to cats!  He came home got in his PJ's and laughed as I curled up on the couch w/ Eeyore and watched Christmas Cartoons like a kid!   He really shouldn't laugh....I was changing channels when I happened on "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" (cartoon version) and he told me to stop! "This is a good one!"  I hope we never grow up! *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all have child-like enthusiasm this Christmas!  And may you all get things that are truly unexpected but exactly what you wanted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113550044454331271?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113550044454331271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113550044454331271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113550044454331271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113550044454331271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve!!!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113499703278884443</id><published>2005-12-19T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:00:29.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Got this from another BLOG...hope you enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for Classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout? Luckily, it was only a finger! If it was a whole hand, Congress would have voted to keep it alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket: water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some bourbon over ice and let it melt. There's your flavored water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Stop messing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the a$$hole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, ginger bread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge a$$hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy. Paper, plastic? I don't have time for that. I've just been called to do a cleanup on Aisle Nine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your a$$ and it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: I don't need a bigger mega M&amp;M. If I'm extra hungry for M&amp;amp;Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the upscale version of looting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't care in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113499703278884443?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113499703278884443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113499703278884443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113499703278884443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113499703278884443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-this-from-another-bloghope-you.html' title='Got this from another BLOG...hope you enjoy!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113475230817172503</id><published>2005-12-16T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:06:33.230Z</updated><title type='text'>S is for......</title><content type='html'>SICK - which is what I have been off and on all week! I have had an annoying sore throat and headache. You know the kind....just enough to aggravate you but not enough to make you stay home and actually rest and get well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESS - last weekend was very stressful for me. I am not sure I have fully recovered! My dad and brother went hunting last weekend with my uncles and a few friends. Well Saturday evening around 7pm I get a call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepmom- "You may want to meet SIL and I at her house....we are going to the hospital"...pause....&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why...who has had to go to the hospital"&lt;br /&gt;Stepmom - "Your brother fell out of a tree and you know your dad... when he went to help I guess he was nervous and he flipped the 4-wheeler over on him"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm on my way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should say that I took this to mean that my brother had fallen out of his tree stand and that my dad in a mad rush to help his son accidently ran over him....or flipped the 4-wheeler on top of him! And this is what I told &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; mother as I am racing down the road to SIL's house. I also call stepmonster and ask her to cut her date short and come home so she can field any calls that come to the house. (This will be another S shortly!) I then call my &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; SIL and ask her to pray for their safety and my dad's mental health because I know dad would be freaking out if he hurt my brother.... even if it was an accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so we rush to hospital in Wilkes County (I am still not sure how we found it!) and on our way Stepmom tells me the story again....Brother was climbing "home-made" ladder to get to deer stand and fell off top rung....landed on his neck and shoulder.....Dad did race over to him but did not run over him....once brother was in ambulance Dad tried to turn his 4-wheeler around and the throttle got stuck causing him to run up a bank and flip the 4-wheeler on himself! Thankfully ambulance hadn't left yet and they helped uncles get Dad up and to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I should tell you, is that on that side of the family we don't cut our finger without everyone in the family rushing to our aid. Which is a good thing in a way...but I am sure annoys hospital personnel to see 50 family members sitting in a waiting room.....OK maybe not 50 but I know there were at least 10 there and more we had to tell to stay home. Anyway, once I get to the hospital and see that Dad is in a cast (broken wrist) and has a nasty place on his leg (His gun was in his POCKET!!!) I go check on Brother. He is waiting on further X-rays but at that point we know he has cracked his T-4 vertebrae and has not broken his shoulder! 2 hours later they X-ray his foot because it had started to swell and he had fractured that as well! Fortunately there was no damage to his neck, brain or other vital organs and although they will both be sore for 6-8 weeks the Dr's think they will be fine! THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELFISH - this another "S" I had to deal with.....well that I consistantly deal with concerning stepmonster. Remember earlier when I asked her to cut her date short and come home to field calls....well that was close to 7pm....at 9:30pm I call home to give her an update. NO ANSWER at home....I call her cell phone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Hey, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Stepmonster: "Not quite home"&lt;br /&gt;ME: ??????????????? "Didn't I ask you to go home early? Why aren't you home?"&lt;br /&gt;Stepmonster: "Where is your car? I thought you were going to hospital with stepmom?"&lt;br /&gt;OK how did she know my car wasn't home unless she was there? OH because her SORRY SELF WAS NEXT DOOR WITH THE NEIGHBOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: so upset I can hardly speak..."BYE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she ask how anyone is? NOPE!! Does she care? DOUBT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that part of the reason I was so upset with her had to do with the stress of the evening but how could she NOT just come home during a family emergency? I have hardly talked to her and I told her dad he was going to have to do something...anything with her!  Not sure when he's going to do it but I just can't even look at her the same anymore.  I mean I have known that she doesn't seem to care about anyone but herself(well that's not true....she does have her head up the neighbor's A$$ quite a bit so I guess she does care about him!) but she had just been giving us more and more attitude, not being involved with the family at all, just a whole list of things that are leading up to a major blow-up.  I have jokingly said that I can't wait for her to move out for awhile, but now I am very serious!  Call me a bad parent....call me selfish....I just don't know what else to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113475230817172503?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113475230817172503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113475230817172503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113475230817172503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113475230817172503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/12/s-is-for.html' title='S is for......'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113375757501294855</id><published>2005-12-05T04:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T04:39:35.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Dashing All the Weigh</title><content type='html'>Cute play on words huh? *L*  The Y is offering a 6 week free membership to anyone who is interested in losing weight over the holidays.  I signed up Sat.  Now, I am already a member but if I can maintain or lose weight over the next 6 weeks then I could win some "Fabulous Prizes!"  So I can't believe I am saying this but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... after church today I went to lunch with my family and then....are you ready for this?......I VOLUNTARILY went to the Y and worked out for an HOUR!  I know I was shocked myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on the little plan my trainer set up and as of Friday I had lost 6 lbs.  No great amount I know but the fact that I am still going to the gym is a great accomplishment! *LOL*   Just to give you an idea of my routine of torture...let me tell you what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First....30 minutes on treadmill at 2.8 mph...again not lightening speed but I am getting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's grab the old clipboard and chart and hit the weights...this is actually my favorite part of working out...I can only get through the boring walk by reminded myself of what I "get" to do afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back Press" (not all descriptions will have their "technical" names) 3 reps of 20 at 125lbs&lt;br /&gt;Lat Roll - 3 reps of 15 at 25lbs&lt;br /&gt;Tricep Press - 3 reps of 20 at 30lbs&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Bench Press - 3 reps of 10 at 35lbs&lt;br /&gt;Abdominal - 3 reps of 20 at 75lbs&lt;br /&gt;Torso Rotary - 3 reps of 20 at 30lbs&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder Press - 3 reps of 10 at 25lbs&lt;br /&gt;Arm Curls - OK don't laugh but for some reason I can only do the bar (10lbs)...I do 3 reps of 10 on this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have slowly added weight and reps to all of these except that darn Arm Curl!  I just can't seem to do any better on that one!  I think I may have Carpel Tunnel Syndrome....yeah that's it....it couldn't be that I am a weakling or anything....must be CPS! *G* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that work out I came home took a hot shower and crashed!  I know alot of people say they have tons of energy after working out...not me....I just want to jump in a HOT shower and relax the rest of the day! *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll stay tuned to see how long I can keep this up!  And if I win a "Fabulous Prize"  Ya'll will be the first to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113375757501294855?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113375757501294855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113375757501294855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113375757501294855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113375757501294855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/12/dashing-all-weigh.html' title='Dashing All the Weigh'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113328979838607112</id><published>2005-11-29T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:43:18.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Tuesday....T3</title><content type='html'>Since I am trying to get into the Holiday Spirit around here.....My T3 today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top Ten Favorite Christmas Cartoons/Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Frosty the Snowman&lt;br /&gt;9 - Nester the Long-Eared Donkey&lt;br /&gt;8 - Santa Clause is Coming to Town&lt;br /&gt;7 - A Christmas Carol (the B&amp;W version)&lt;br /&gt;6 - Scrooged&lt;br /&gt;5 - Miracle on 34th Street&lt;br /&gt;4 - Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;3 - National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation&lt;br /&gt;2 - Opus &amp; Bill....A Wish for Wings that Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one GREATEST CHRISTMAS MOVIE OF ALL TIME IS.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it with me now........................................................................&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;1 - A Christmas Story!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch that movie about a 100 times a year!  And I usually do! *LOL*  Last year someone bought me the Anniversary DVD and I LOVE it!  I need to watch that tonight.......... after the Amazing Race of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am passing this along....what are your top ten Christmas movies?  You may list one I had forgotten about and I need to re-work my list....of course my #1 will never change but maybe I could lose Frosty or something....*G*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113328979838607112?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113328979838607112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113328979838607112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113328979838607112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113328979838607112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-ten-tuesdayt3.html' title='Top Ten Tuesday....T3'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113328916540655595</id><published>2005-11-29T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:32:45.426Z</updated><title type='text'>OOPPSSSS</title><content type='html'>Ok so a few of you do read the blog and &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;make comments if I had alllowed it! *L*  Seems that in my effort to stop weird SPAM messages I accidently took away everyone's ability to post.  Hopefully I have that fixed.  Ya'll have a posting party and see if it works! *LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113328916540655595?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113328916540655595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113328916540655595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113328916540655595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113328916540655595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/11/ooppssss.html' title='OOPPSSSS'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113311055806688104</id><published>2005-11-27T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:55:58.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been? you ask.....</title><content type='html'>Well none of you have really asked....none of you post comments!  Shame on you!  My feelings are hurt!  Well since you have properly been chastized, I guess I'll clue you in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sept. my brother had Gastric Bypass....He was over 400lbs and although "healthy" he wanted to do something before he got real health problems.  Anyway, since his surgery he has lost an incredible 87 lbs.!  I think that is awesome!  Well I REALLY wanted to have the surgery as well and after talking to SugarBritches (and everyone else I know) I called the Weightloss Clinic to see how I needed to proceed.  I was told to contact my Ins. Co. to see if they would cover the surgery (95% of ins. companies do)....well not ours! *G*  Actually the Ins. Co. does but SB's company has "excluded" any Weight Loss Surgery.  *SIGH*  So while I wait for the company to find out if they can make an exception SB talked me into joining the YMCA.....actually he wanted to join and I thought I had better try to do something while I wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first week I went to the Y and walked on the treadmill.....it was all I thought I could do....then SB told me to get a trainer.....I didn't want a trainer.....if I had a trainer then I would have someone to watch over me to make sure I exercised!  Well I made an appt. with the Drill Seargent/trainer and after about a 30 minute conversation  we worked out a little exercise plan of walking and weight training.  I have gone 5 days a week for the last 3 weeks!  Go ahead....you can applaud now! *LOL*   I really like it and look forward to going even if it is at the buttcrack of dawn!  I go before work most days and spend about 45 mins sweating my bootie off.  I have lost 4.5lbs!!  No where near what I need to do but better than if I had done nothing!  So if you see someone on the treadmill who looks like she would rather be ANYWHERE else than there say howdy!  I would love the company! *LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113311055806688104?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113311055806688104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113311055806688104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113311055806688104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113311055806688104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-have-i-been-you-ask.html' title='Where have I been? you ask.....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14838365.post-113284852208721759</id><published>2005-11-24T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:08:42.103Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING YA'LL!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Top 10 things that sound dirty at Thanksgiving but aren't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Reach in and grab the giblets."&lt;br /&gt;9. "Whew...that's one terrific spread!"&lt;br /&gt;8. "I am in the mood for a little dark meat!"&lt;br /&gt;7. "Tying the legs together will keep the inside moist."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Talk about a HUGE breast!"&lt;br /&gt;5. "And he forces his way into the end zone!"&lt;br /&gt;4. "She's 5000 pounds fully inflated and it takes 15 men to hold her down."&lt;br /&gt;3. "It's cool whip time!"&lt;br /&gt;2. "If I don't unbutton my pants, I am going to burst!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one thing that sounds dirty at thanksgiving but isn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "It must be broken 'cause when I push on the tip, nothing squirts out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14838365-113284852208721759?l=memorybay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/feeds/113284852208721759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14838365&amp;postID=113284852208721759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113284852208721759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14838365/posts/default/113284852208721759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorybay.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving-yall.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING YA&apos;LL!!!!!!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
