<?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-11247322</id><updated>2011-09-19T22:53:26.621-07:00</updated><category term='PSA'/><category term='flat iron'/><category term='believe'/><category term='tired'/><category term='things to know'/><category term='grace'/><category term='death'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='song'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='new'/><category term='Chi'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='fair'/><category term='hair'/><category term='relax'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='hope'/><category term='headphones'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='gorgeous'/><category term='green'/><category term='cat litter'/><category term='favorite'/><category term='exhausted'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='damn'/><category term='like'/><category term='serendipity'/><category term='Grammys'/><category term='celebs'/><category term='friend'/><category term='lessons learned'/><category term='broken'/><category term='humor'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='ear buds'/><category term='Grammy'/><category term='lost'/><category term='$$'/><category term='crazy cat lady'/><category term='theme'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='cats'/><category term='please dont pee the carpet'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='imagine'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='RIP'/><category term='enjoy'/><category term='words'/><category term='serenity'/><category term='headset'/><category term='awards'/><category term='ecofriendly'/><category term='unhappy'/><category term='fragrance free'/><category term='cat'/><category term='hilarious'/><category term='love'/><category term='mic'/><title type='text'>Gloss This!</title><subtitle type='html'>rants, raves and ramblings from my semi charmed life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-7043454853443177075</id><published>2011-09-19T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:53:26.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serenity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serendipity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Favorite words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uUCyo3XAt8/TngqECNP4FI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NaEmnLer3yQ/s1600/words.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uUCyo3XAt8/TngqECNP4FI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NaEmnLer3yQ/s320/words.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are powerful. I've known that I very much disliked certain words for decades now. It's only been more recently that I realized that I have at least as many words that I just adore.&amp;nbsp;Do you have any favorite words? Care to share them with me in the comments?&amp;nbsp;Is it strange to love a word? Oh well, it really doesn't matter if it is. My favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;imagine.&lt;/b&gt; This is something I never used to do with regards to my own life. It was reserved for reading books or watching movies/TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition:&lt;/i&gt; to think, believe, or fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hope.&lt;/b&gt; This is something I lived without for many years. I never want to feel that way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition:&lt;/i&gt; the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love.&lt;/b&gt; Something I am learning more about every day. Realizing that we are here to love each other and that is a big enough 'life purpose'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition:&lt;/i&gt; a profoundly tender, passionate affection;a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection for a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace. &lt;/b&gt;A group of amazing people have recently shown me what this really is. I will be forever grateful. One of my favorite words by far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition:&lt;/i&gt; unmerited favor or goodwill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;believe.&lt;/b&gt; Something I didn't allow myself to do for a long time... still learning to believe in myself as much as I believe in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition:&lt;/i&gt; to have confidence or faith in the truth of (a positive assertion, story, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;serendipity.&lt;/b&gt; This makes the list because I want so badly to live this way. I want to believe that life is like this in my head, not just my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition:&lt;/i&gt; an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident. good fortune; luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;serenity.&lt;/b&gt; I strive to be and feel this way. Always. Probably not good, normal or healthy to always feel this way... but perhaps something to aim for when more harsh feelings creep in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition:&lt;/i&gt; the state or quality of being serene, calm, or tranquil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dream.&lt;/b&gt; Something else I didn't allow myself to realize. I actually have dreams of my own. Things I want to do. It's time to start going for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition:&lt;/i&gt; a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style "&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_1" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_2" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_3" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_4" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_compact" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_counter addthis_bubble_style" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#pubid=ra-4e66d6d9291b40c0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-7043454853443177075?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7043454853443177075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=7043454853443177075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/7043454853443177075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/7043454853443177075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2011/09/favorite-words.html' title='Favorite words'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uUCyo3XAt8/TngqECNP4FI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NaEmnLer3yQ/s72-c/words.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-258297472978612780</id><published>2011-09-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:03:00.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please dont pee the carpet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecofriendly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat litter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy cat lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragrance free'/><title type='text'>Tales of cat litter. This is what my life has come to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YrSkxOeA7M/TnF9nkhLmbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sp5ZyYtxeN4/s1600/catlittler01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YrSkxOeA7M/TnF9nkhLmbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sp5ZyYtxeN4/s200/catlittler01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The last few months I haven't been able to find a store that carries the exact type of cat litter I prefer to buy. That is, Fresh Step Fragrance and Dye FREE. I prefer this because &lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; it's generally cheap &lt;i&gt;(as compared to Cat Attract)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; I'm allergic to most fragrances &lt;i&gt;(this is the biggest reason. Well, this &amp;amp; that it's cheap.)&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; it just sounds like it's somehow better for my cat even though I'm really doing it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been forced to purchase whatever Fresh Step type the store has in stock. Do not let their lack of &lt;u&gt;"Scented"&lt;/u&gt; on the box fool you. They are &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; scented. If it doesn't specifically say "Fragrance and Dye FREE" it's scented. Big time. It smells like really awful cheap perfume. You may be saying, "&lt;i&gt;But isn't that better than the scent of cat urine and feces?"&lt;/i&gt; to which I would reply,&lt;i&gt; "Only if you're not allergic to the fragrance of really awful, cheap perfume!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vq2ysEJ8Ryc/TnF94XjERfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kVqOYF4tfTo/s1600/catlitter03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vq2ysEJ8Ryc/TnF94XjERfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kVqOYF4tfTo/s200/catlitter03.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had gotten pretty bad. I could smell everywhere my cat had stepped. It smelled like horrid cheap perfume thanks to Fresh Step. And it burned my nose. And it made my eyes water and itch. And it made it harder for me to breathe. Basically the time came where I could not stand it any more and the following trip to the store I attempted to find &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; cat litter that stated it was fragrance free or unscented. Yeah. That crazy cat lady reading the&amp;nbsp;labels&amp;nbsp;on all the cat litter in Target that afternoon was me. There weren't any that I saw, by the way. Not all said they were scented, but none said they weren't and as is my&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;that means they all were. Now lest you think I am shopping at some tiny mom &amp;amp; pop store that carries like one brand of cat litter. No. Target is&amp;nbsp;generally&amp;nbsp;my shop of choice. Super Target, baby! It is also worth noting that I looked many other places for&amp;nbsp;Fresh Step Fragrance and Dye FREE&amp;nbsp;cat litter as well during this period. No go. There is always Dr.&amp;nbsp;Elsey's Cat Attract which is good stuff. I mean, it really is. If your cat has issues with not using the litter box, try it. But goodness it is pricey! Yes, the&amp;nbsp;included&amp;nbsp;coupons in every bag helps, but not enough for this single mom to buy it on a regular basis even to save herself from allergy issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM9enZ1kFro/TnF-PgenRYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PZMWfnDNSwQ/s1600/catlitter02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM9enZ1kFro/TnF-PgenRYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PZMWfnDNSwQ/s200/catlitter02.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leaves the option of that stuff that looks like wheat berries. What is the deal with that? I doubt my cat would tolerate it plus I guessed it was most likely scented. Then there is the option of the pine or cedar type stuff. We used to have pet rats &lt;i&gt;(Yes. Rats. As pets. This was pre-cat, of course.)&lt;/i&gt; and yeah. I'm also allergic to many types of trees and therefore those also&amp;nbsp;exacerbate&amp;nbsp;my allergies. Good times all around. So I ended up buying what I thought had a chance of being unscented/fragrance free. It's from Arm &amp;amp; Hammer. They call it "Essentials" and it's made of biodegradable corn fibers. Ok, that's pretty cool right? Totally eco-friendly cat litter. Because of this I thought it might actually be fragrance free. You know, in the name of naturalness, etc., etc., blah, blah. Yeah, it's not. It doesn't smell like cheap perfume though which is a huge, huge plus. It smells like that sweet almost fruity type scent you get a whiff of when you walk into a Bath &amp;amp; Body Work's store. Dare I say that it's actually kind of&amp;nbsp;pleasant. This is what I'm saying now. I only now put it into the cat box. We'll see what I say in a few days if or when I can smell it on every chair, every blanket and every inch of my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuR-V4QMNlM/TnGGNnIu4jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iixN7W-74PI/s1600/250603_1936070035034_1040834092_32172641_3174586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuR-V4QMNlM/TnGGNnIu4jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iixN7W-74PI/s200/250603_1936070035034_1040834092_32172641_3174586_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is not the look of a happy Skye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Nothing else will matter however if my cat decides she doesn't like to crap on corn fibers and decides to instead take to the carpet in our new house. Arm &amp;amp; Hammer and I are going to have a serious falling out if this occurs. I am already sightly&amp;nbsp;apprehensive&amp;nbsp;since Skye generally leaves her mark in her box as soon as I clean it. It's already been an hour and nothing. Eeeek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... to be continued... or not... hopefully not.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style "&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_1" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_2" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_3" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_4" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_compact" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_counter addthis_bubble_style" href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=11247322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#pubid=ra-4e66d6d9291b40c0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-258297472978612780?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/258297472978612780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=258297472978612780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/258297472978612780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/258297472978612780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2011/09/tales-of-cat-litter-this-is-what-my.html' title='Tales of cat litter. This is what my life has come to.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YrSkxOeA7M/TnF9nkhLmbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sp5ZyYtxeN4/s72-c/catlittler01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-361431549339827802</id><published>2011-09-07T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:47:46.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gorgeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flat iron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$$'/><title type='text'>R.I.P my beloved Chi. You served me well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjVQXHfitZs/TmgpG-PkZDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/15axPbNYckw/s1600/ripChi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjVQXHfitZs/TmgpG-PkZDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/15axPbNYckw/s320/ripChi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The flat iron pictured above was one I saved for and bought, new (allegedly), off eBay. I bought it when my son was in Kindergarten so that was... 8 years ago. I've probably used it daily for at least 6.5 years. I've dropped it many times. Others have dropped it many times. So it's been knocked around more than its fair share. I finally knocked it on the ground one too many times as you can see. To say I was upset would be an understatement. Chi's are not cheap and as far as I know, they do not grow on trees. At least not in California. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So, what to do, what to do? It wasn't like I could just up and order a new one. They're like $150.00 retail most places. &lt;i&gt;Someone&lt;/i&gt; was looking out for me knowing I would keep using my old Chi, exposed wires and all (What?! I'd push the ceramic plate back on so they weren't exposed while in use!). I got an e-mail from &lt;a href="http://www.ulta.com"&gt;Ulta&lt;/a&gt; with a coupon code for $20 off any purchase - including CHI products! That was a first!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4mwOzxIjGYQ/TmgqZ86M_rI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8TIkFLK7Hbg/s1600/newChi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4mwOzxIjGYQ/TmgqZ86M_rI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8TIkFLK7Hbg/s320/newChi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back when I bought my first Chi it was available in one size and one color only. Since then I've seen hot pink Chi's, zebra and leopard print Chi's... yeah. I don't like them. They aren't me. They aren't for me. It just so happens that &lt;a href="http://www.ulta.com"&gt;Ulta&lt;/a&gt; has their own version of the Ultra Chi. As of this post it's no longer on their web site but it is the one I bought. It is glittery and blue (cobalt!) and gorgeous. And this... this was perfection. It also just so happened that that flat iron was on sale for $99. Uh, yeah! I bought it. Coupon code made it less than $80 shipped. Woot!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am hoping this new pretty Chi will last as long as my previous one did... but from what I've read I probably shouldn't get my hopes up. :| I can tell the new Ultra Chi is not quite as heavy duty as the old one. But the new one does have the ceramic plates on a little swivel type thing which I'm excited to try out tomorrow. 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You served me well.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjVQXHfitZs/TmgpG-PkZDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/15axPbNYckw/s72-c/ripChi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-7817947527375805617</id><published>2011-09-06T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:05:22.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to know'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves... the first of many such posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shannonmcm.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/petpeevespic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://shannonmcm.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/petpeevespic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that they're called "pet" peeves for one. I like my pet. If I didn't, I would find her a new home. These peeves, I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who stop and sit there and don't attempt to make a right hand turn until the light turns green. Of course once the light turns green there are pedestrians which have the right away that we actually do have to wait for. But what's the deal? Why do so many people seem to believe they cannot turn right until the light is green? Right on a red is ok so long as it is safe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font size="-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;photo stolen from &lt;a href="http://shannonmcm.com/?p=3290"&gt;http://shannonmcm.com/?p=3290&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style "&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_compact"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_counter addthis_bubble_style"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#pubid=ra-4e66d6d9291b40c0"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-7817947527375805617?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7817947527375805617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=7817947527375805617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/7817947527375805617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/7817947527375805617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2011/09/pet-peeves-first-of-many-such-posts.html' title='Pet Peeves... the first of many such posts'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-1533842520419506161</id><published>2011-08-26T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:46:32.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>It's Friday peeps!</title><content type='html'>Exhasuted. Worn out. Can't do any more. This is me tonight. The last 2 weeks have been too long and filled with too much. So relieved that tonight is Friday night and that I don't have to work all weekend! Woop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my weekend theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QzlNFcT2aOE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-1533842520419506161?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1533842520419506161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=1533842520419506161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/1533842520419506161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/1533842520419506161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-friday-peeps.html' title='It&apos;s Friday peeps!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QzlNFcT2aOE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-4083451918364167384</id><published>2011-08-21T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:51:04.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Be thankful life isn't fair</title><content type='html'>I think he was around 5 years old the first time my son said, "It isn't fair!" That day and any day since I have told him that we should thank God every day that life isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was much younger I told him he should be thankful life isn't fair because tonight some child doesn't have a bed to sleep in. Some child has no toys to play with. Some child didn't have a good dinner like he did. I wanted him to really understand that "fair" means we all have the same things, the same life and that there are plenty of people out there much worse off than he could even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he got older I got more harsh about it I guess you could say. And believe me, he rarely ever insinuated that life wasn't fair because he knew what was coming from me. I told him, "Today someone's mom died. Today someone no longer has a mom that they get to see or talk to or hug." I said that to him more than once. He remembers it well as do I. Perhaps it's needless to say that my son hasn't uttered the words, "It isn't fair!" in so long I can't even remember the last instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, today someone's mom did die and I happen to know that "someone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend N lost her mother today. She asked for prayers for her dad but I know she can use her share as well. My friend N is a very strong woman. Stronger than she thinks. She has a wicked sense of humor and has brightened my day on more occasions than I could possibly count. She gives and gives and somehow seems to have endless energy. Of course she has her own problems that she doesn't shy from talking about. I think that is a huge reason why I believe she is so strong. The weak hold back. The weak are afraid to let people know they are real. They are human. They have problems. They need help. N is real and she is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to N, her dad, her children and family tonight. I know they can use all the thoughts and prayers they can get. I wish them peace and comfort, today and always. I wish her extra strength to help her dad get through this and I wish her someone close to her who can help her get through it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you N for being you. I know you will scoff at this, but you really do inspire people to do more and be more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-4083451918364167384?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4083451918364167384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=4083451918364167384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/4083451918364167384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/4083451918364167384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2011/08/be-thankful-life-isnt-fair.html' title='Be thankful life isn&apos;t fair'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-7943856094950505516</id><published>2010-02-08T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:48:11.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headphones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><title type='text'>Headphone replacement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2_PNUjc_5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IGdysa3NAMs/s1600-h/newheadset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2_PNUjc_5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IGdysa3NAMs/s320/newheadset2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435791103022137234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally picked up a new set of headphones with mic to replace the ones the cat did in the other day. Found these at Target for $16.99 and I luff them! &lt;3 They seem to be louder than the ones from Apple which came with my iPhone so it's easier to hear with them (yay) and they are much more comfy. Plus they're $14 less than Apple's. It's kind of a win/win ~ even so I am not thanking my cat just yet for eating my last headset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2_PKosr2qI/AAAAAAAAACI/n6yQisA6pDY/s1600-h/newheadset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2_PKosr2qI/AAAAAAAAACI/n6yQisA6pDY/s320/newheadset1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435791056889961122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-7943856094950505516?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7943856094950505516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=7943856094950505516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/7943856094950505516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/7943856094950505516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/headphone-replacement.html' title='Headphone replacement'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2_PNUjc_5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/IGdysa3NAMs/s72-c/newheadset2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-530062089362570322</id><published>2010-02-04T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:45:05.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headphones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear buds'/><title type='text'>It's not my year for headphones, apparently.</title><content type='html'>So about a week ago I woke up in the morning to find the headphones for my iPhone on the floor of my bedroom. Sans glasses I thought the cat had found a string to play with. With glasses I was pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should have been happy that the cat didn’t end up doing damage to herself as I’d be out a lot more than $30+ tax… however, I wasn't feeling super charitable at that moment. Good news is my co-worker said she got a pair for $15 at Radio Shack so I'm going to hit them up and see what they've got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2u54bYDvmI/AAAAAAAAABs/kHah8MoW0y0/s1600-h/headphones1sm01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2u54bYDvmI/AAAAAAAAABs/kHah8MoW0y0/s320/headphones1sm01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434641754425114210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my 160GB iPod Classic a couple years back for Christmas I quickly realized that the headphone ear buds were big to the point of hurting my ears after 10 minutes of use. Less than a week later I ordered a smaller set from Apple.com which proved to be pretty darn awesome for me. One day ago I pulled my iPod and headphones out of my purse and um. This can't be good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2u87UyZNkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HbOMWOi5Ed8/s1600-h/iPodHeadphones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2u87UyZNkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HbOMWOi5Ed8/s320/iPodHeadphones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434645102731015746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the moral of the story is, when it comes to headphones or headset's for Apple products go cheap because apparently they are the one thing I'm going to go through quickly! That or, don't have a pet cat and get a case to carry your iPod headphones in for protection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-530062089362570322?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/530062089362570322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=530062089362570322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/530062089362570322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/530062089362570322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-my-year-for-headphones.html' title='It&apos;s not my year for headphones, apparently.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2u54bYDvmI/AAAAAAAAABs/kHah8MoW0y0/s72-c/headphones1sm01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-2506119815176705066</id><published>2010-01-31T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:14:10.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>Grammys commentary</title><content type='html'>My random thoughts as I watched the 52nd Annual Grammy Awards tonight. For those fortunate enough (ha and a ha) they saw me Tweet my snark live via &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/liss98"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. I had been in an especially bad mood all day for no apparent reason and I admit that I did kind of take it out on the Grammys and those who were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2aNRbchQdI/AAAAAAAAABk/4qTuJdUJ2JY/s1600-h/tumblr_kx57kt89sV1qzpwi0o1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2aNRbchQdI/AAAAAAAAABk/4qTuJdUJ2JY/s320/tumblr_kx57kt89sV1qzpwi0o1_250.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433185331033752018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Beyonce is fierce but I'm not really getting why she needed all those G.I. Joe's up there with her.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Also, Beyonce needs a better wig ~ one that doesn't get all staticy and stick to her face. Not like she can't afford it.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Dear Nicole Kidman, For gawd's sake PLEASE leave your face alone. You're freaking scaring me. Those lips! *shudder*&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Was it just me or did it look like P!NK was peeing on the audience?&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Ok, why does Snora Jones get to present with a Beatle?! Lucky bish!&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;WTF Jamie Foxx?&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Who is the chick ruining Bon Jovi's performance and whose idea was she?&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;I have tried to like Dave Matthews Band and I just can't.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Yes, because when I think music / Grammys I think Adam Sandler. NOT!&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Honestly, I would just as soon choose to listen to a toddler whine as listen to Dave Matthews Band. Is it just me?&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;OMG. You mean Ricky Martin is alive? I had no idea.... *sarcasm*&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Holy boobies Beyonce! Looks like her people fixed her weave, too. Good! Girl has it, that's for sure.&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;OMG! Oh look! It's Elivs! What? Oh, never mind.... it's Quentin Tarantino.... and he's trying to not be white....&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;No offense to John Legend, but why isn't Rob Thomas presenting with Carlos Santana?&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Album of the year goes to Taylor Swift. Really? Yeah, Taylor, we were all just as shocked as you were. WTH Grammys?!&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I had no snark for the Michael Jackson tribute. I enjoyed that except for the whole 3-D thing that made my headache worse (I wasn't wearing 3-D glasses). MJ's kids are adorable and sweet and I'll never have an unkind word for them. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-2506119815176705066?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2506119815176705066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=2506119815176705066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/2506119815176705066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/2506119815176705066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/grammys-commentary.html' title='Grammys commentary'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkbOVvT2q1E/S2aNRbchQdI/AAAAAAAAABk/4qTuJdUJ2JY/s72-c/tumblr_kx57kt89sV1qzpwi0o1_250.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-3944079561992149504</id><published>2007-02-08T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T19:59:08.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't get it</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with people... in general, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to a site I used to be very active on and am accused of fraud (pretty much) within seconds. Not to my face, mind you, but hello? Like I'd go back to a site I have 100% positive feedback on only to ruin it? (no, not talking about eBay) Why do people think they're such an expert on things? Are they that self absorbed? Please. Just because something looks a little off to you in a photo doesn't mean it's a fake. It can mean the lighting in my place isn't great. It can mean my camera is only 4.2 MP and is 2 years old... it can mean the angle at which I took the photo isn't one you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accustomed&lt;/span&gt; too... it can mean many things... but mostly it means you're got real issues that you felt the need to make a big post about it like you're so smart. You were wrong and it's not even worth my telling you that. Grow up, get over it. You obviously don't know your product as well as you think you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not in a good frame of mind tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quickly reminded why I left site mentioned above in the first place. It's a sign. I was right to move the heck on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-3944079561992149504?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3944079561992149504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=3944079561992149504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/3944079561992149504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/3944079561992149504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='I just don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-114810554149356762</id><published>2006-05-19T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:51:18.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/52425355v3_240x240_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/52425355v3_240x240_F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What possess people to think having orange colored skin means they're more attractive? I don't get it. Like &lt;em&gt;"Orange is the new tan"&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;a href="http://www.onehorseshy.com/most_recent/orange_is_the_new_tan/"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-114810554149356762?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114810554149356762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=114810554149356762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114810554149356762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114810554149356762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-this.html' title='I love this'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-114809851387459149</id><published>2006-05-19T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:17:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I seriously have the sweetest co-worker ever</title><content type='html'>She is such a doll. She gave me these after I told her my 10th anniversary was coming up (on the 18th):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she also gave me a print out of Dermot Mulroney with him saying "Have a great day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/Susflowers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/Susflowers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/susflowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/susflowers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/susflowers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/susflowers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-114809851387459149?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114809851387459149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=114809851387459149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114809851387459149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114809851387459149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-seriously-have-sweetest-co-worker.html' title='I seriously have the sweetest co-worker ever'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-114774250595728891</id><published>2006-05-15T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:01:22.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/MeMay2006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/200/MeMay2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/MeMay2006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New photos of moi. Thrilling, I know. Try to contain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/MeMay122006sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/MeMay122006sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-114774250595728891?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114774250595728891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=114774250595728891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114774250595728891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114774250595728891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-photos-of-moi.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-114809933899521581</id><published>2006-05-14T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:59:27.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/mums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/mums.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only ever had this many flowers once before and that was when I had the kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gave me some yellow mums for Mother's Day. Awwww....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-114809933899521581?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114809933899521581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=114809933899521581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114809933899521581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114809933899521581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-flowers.html' title='More flowers'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-114809883829985596</id><published>2006-05-14T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:59:11.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Goodies</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law gave me the most amazing gifts for Mother's Day. A lovely candle/glass plate set and a beautiful bouquet of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/candleset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/candleset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/jaflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/jaflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-114809883829985596?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114809883829985596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=114809883829985596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114809883829985596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/114809883829985596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day-goodies.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Goodies'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112968844519265459</id><published>2005-10-18T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:20:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking a blog break.</title><content type='html'>dunno for how long but I think it's for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112968844519265459?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112968844519265459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112968844519265459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112968844519265459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112968844519265459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-taking-blog-break.html' title='I&apos;m taking a blog break.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112840782064690609</id><published>2005-10-03T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:29:50.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is getting ready for a vacation so exhausting?</title><content type='html'>We're going on vacation. We're leaving Wednesday and driving down to L.A. While down there we'll be hitting three major theme parks: &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/home/home?name=HomePage&amp;amp;bhcp=1"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.knotts.com/"&gt;Knott's Berry Farm&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://themeparks.universalstudios.com/themeparks_flash.html"&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/a&gt;. We'll be driving home on Sunday the 9th. And we're going with my in laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I've started to really get ready to pack. That entailed going to Target and the grocery store. It also entailed doing 7 loads of laundry in addition to making dinner (pancakes and sausage) and cleaning up after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I need to tackle the bathroom which is not clean. Tomorrow I plan to dust, vacuum and start putting things into our duffel bags to take with us. By the time we leave on Wednesday I'm going to need a vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112840782064690609?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112840782064690609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112840782064690609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112840782064690609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112840782064690609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-is-getting-ready-for-vacation-so.html' title='Why is getting ready for a vacation so exhausting?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112837192012306940</id><published>2005-10-03T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:30:14.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm a leaf in the wind"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LOL That was a phrase in the movie Serenity that we watched this weekend in the theater. Only funny if you saw it? (the dude kept saying that as he slid the air craft to a halt destroying the craft and everything else. LOL anyway, that is me to a "T").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Last night I totally dumped my Diet Coke into my plate tonight at Olive Garden. Oh yeah, go me. Woot. Woot. They were really great about it. I said I was fine and not to worry about bringing me more food (honestly, I was fine) but they did anyway. So now I've got Chicken Parmigiana and spaghetti up the ying-yang in the fridge. The kid will snarf it down today. No doubt. So yeah, I'm totally a leaf in the wind. *snort* I kept saying that tonight to my husband and he said, "More like an acorn hitting every branch of the tree on the way down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tonight my sister-in-law had Brandon snap some photos of her opening her gifts with her digital camera. She's trying to tell him what to do and said, "Look at the window" and he turned around and looked at the windows of the house. LOL Hilarious! Hubby said, "He's too smart for that.... You have to get technical and tell him to look at the screen." LOL The kid actually already knew how to take the photos, but that didn't stop hubby's mom from looking 100% horrified at her daughter handing over her digital to a 7 year old. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely late last night I had another leaf moment... I sewed some buttons back on some capri's and tried to fix a belt loop on hubby's pants. I ended up stabbing myself in the thumb with the dull side of the needle. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&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/11247322-112837192012306940?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112837192012306940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112837192012306940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112837192012306940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112837192012306940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-leaf-in-wind.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a leaf in the wind&quot;'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112809375726893890</id><published>2005-09-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:30:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhhhhhhh $hhhhhhhhhit!</title><content type='html'>"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$hhhhhhhhhhhit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was saying as I ran into Kiddo's room this morning at 7:25 a.m. Me, the lightest sleeper on the planet. The anal one who always sets her THREE alarms every evening (and did, in fact set them last night) somehow over slept this morning. I still have no idea what happened. All I can come up with is somehow they did not go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, despite being awaked 40 min. Later than usual, Kiddo made it to school on time and I, super mom (snort) was amazing. Oh yes, I was perky for the first morning of my life. I had to be. He kept crying, poor thing. Between being rushed like a maniac and having not read his Monarch Butterfly book to more than 3 people he was a wreck. Cried a total of 3 times. Crying before school is a first for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, today is the last day of school. After today we've got 2 weeks of Fall Break coming our way. Yahhhhhoooooooooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112809375726893890?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112809375726893890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112809375726893890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112809375726893890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112809375726893890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/ohhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhit.html' title='ohhhhhhhh $hhhhhhhhhit!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112789842319075608</id><published>2005-09-28T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:30:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in the life of....</title><content type='html'>Kiddo got up around 1 a.m. to pee. He calls out, "Mom! I need you!" very urgently. I was on my computer but got right up and ran in there. What I found was a lake forming upon what was once my bathroom floor. I jump right in the lake and make for the valve to turn the water off since the toilet doesn't plan to stop pouring out water any time soon. By the time the water valve is shut off the lake has made its way out to the carpeting. All the while I'm yelling for my husband to get his butt off his computer and get in there to help me out. Does he? Nope. He says he'll be there in a moment and yes, at that point he knew what was up. Niiiiiiiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hubby mopped up the floor and plunged the toilet (my hero). I finished sopping up the lake and then got to disinfect everything. The icing on the cake was, I had just finished cleaning the bathroom prior to this whole fiasco. Ain't life grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go away from the world and be alone for awhile. I swear, if I was a drinking woman I'd have had me a tall glass of something strong tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll deal with the nasty soaking wet towels and bathroom mats which are currently sitting outside in a trash bag. Lord help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112789842319075608?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112789842319075608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112789842319075608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112789842319075608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112789842319075608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-day-in-life-of.html' title='Another day in the life of....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112780295162380527</id><published>2005-09-26T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:31:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/7th_birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/7th_birthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.... those slices of cake are lookin' good to me. I should probably go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112780295162380527?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112780295162380527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112780295162380527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112780295162380527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112780295162380527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-7th-birthday-google.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday Google'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112779011116391096</id><published>2005-09-26T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:31:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key issues</title><content type='html'>Yeah... so it wasn't &lt;a href="http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/freakin.html"&gt;that long ago &lt;/a&gt;that my house key/key to the laundry facilities broke off in the laundry room door. I went the next day and got a duplicate made from my husband's key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had to make another replacement. What is the deal?! The new one I'd had made, it freakin' bent. How on earth does a key get bent. I went to use it one morning after taking Kiddo to school and the stupid key was bent and thus, would not slide into the lock and unlock the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my husband was at home, though sound alseep in bed. Yes, the lucky duck sleeps in a lot later than I get to on school days. I pounded on the door for a few minutes and then started yelling. Once he realized it was me he opened the door. I was lucky. He can usually sleep through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I really ought to have made more than one copy this time around since this whole key thing is just bizarre. Never had issues with keys before... of course I didn't get an extra made. I just love going to the shop and asking the dude to make me another key. Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112779011116391096?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112779011116391096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112779011116391096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112779011116391096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112779011116391096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/key-issues.html' title='Key issues'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112777716125805967</id><published>2005-09-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:31:38.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay away from the following:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/total.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/200/total.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Total Raisin Bran. I like Raisin Bran. I like Wheat Chex. I like lots of very healthy, loaded with fiber cereals. Total Raisin Bran is like eating cardboard flakes with raisins. &lt;em&gt;Gak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Kroger Frozen Chicken Tenders (that are breaded and cooked). These are beyond gross. They taste like very bland meat loaded with artificial smoke flavoring. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Dial anti-bacterial foaming hand soap. Just bought it today, just used it. $1.85 at Target, what a deal. But now I smell like a man. It's not a bad smell, I just don't personally want to smell manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/dialsoap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/200/dialsoap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/dialsoap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112777716125805967?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112777716125805967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112777716125805967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112777716125805967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112777716125805967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/stay-away-from-following.html' title='Stay away from the following:'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112769311289124681</id><published>2005-09-25T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:31:48.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged again!</title><content type='html'>Uh.... thanks &lt;a href="http://charityates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charity&lt;/a&gt;... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ten years ago:&lt;/span&gt; I was 20. I had met my husband just a few weeks prior and we were busy getting to know each other; spend almost any waking hour together that we weren't working. I worked all hours of the day and night (and lots of them) at a residential care facility for the elderly and was trying to take a few classes on top of all that. I had no time for anything else but it didn't matter because I was young and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Five years ago:&lt;/span&gt; I had a two year old. I was learning more and more about web design, HTML and making my own graphics. Things weren't super easy for us financially, but we were doing ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One year ago:&lt;/strong&gt; I was crazy busy helping out in Kiddo's school. I was there at least 3 days a week working. I was also very sick. I was so worn down and not sleeping much that I was really ill for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt; I slept in really late, it was lovely. I watched the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0385267/"&gt;In Good Company &lt;/a&gt;and really enjoyed it and I also caught &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/E-Ring/"&gt;E-Ring &lt;/a&gt;on &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/"&gt;USA&lt;/a&gt;. I was surprised at how much I liked it, I hope to keep watching it. I also read some of Once a Thief by Kay Hooper, I did two loads of laundry, made Creamy Chicken and Cheese enchiladas for the family's dinner and made one trip to the grocery store. I also installed a few things onto my new computer. There may have been more but that's about all I recall. Nothing overly thrilled. Basically a typical day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five songs I know all the words to:&lt;/strong&gt; This will be easy - I know the words to 100's of songs.....&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Going Under - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;Special - Garbage&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brightside - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;I'm a believer - Smashmouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five snacks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doritos.com.au/"&gt;Doritos&lt;/a&gt; (they're evil and addicting, stay away!)&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Twix&lt;br /&gt;raw veggies with my low fat ranch dip&lt;br /&gt;fresh pineapple&lt;br /&gt;an english muffin with light &lt;a href="http://www.thelaughingcow.com/"&gt;Laughing Cow Cheese &lt;/a&gt;spread onto it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I would do with $100 million:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invest it&lt;br /&gt;Buy a home locally (on the beach - WOO!)&lt;br /&gt;Go back to school&lt;br /&gt;Buy a new car so I could go back to school (no school's here have the major I want)&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and number 6 - never worry about money again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five places I'd run away to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Malibu&lt;br /&gt;Santa Barbara&lt;br /&gt;Catalina Island&lt;br /&gt;any nice hotel on the beach&lt;br /&gt;a lovely, quaint cottage somewhere in New England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I'd never wear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bikini&lt;br /&gt;leg warmers (been there done that in 2nd grade)&lt;br /&gt;super low rise pants (with my build even mild low rise pants look horrid)&lt;br /&gt;bell bottoms (lord help me)&lt;br /&gt;Birkenstocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five favorite TV shows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;Alias&lt;br /&gt;Nip/Tuck&lt;br /&gt;The Shield&lt;br /&gt;Rescue Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... and a ton others, but it said only 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five greatest joys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son&lt;br /&gt;Taking a bubble bath when it's quiet and no one around to bug me&lt;br /&gt;doing something nice for someone else&lt;br /&gt;the ocean and beach&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new Dell computer&lt;br /&gt;my MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;my digital camera&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars Galactic Heroes Han Solo and Princess Leia&lt;br /&gt;my new printer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five to tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mtallman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valleygrrl.typepad.com/"&gt;Juls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stacyknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrisceb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tammypsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112769311289124681?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112769311289124681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112769311289124681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112769311289124681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112769311289124681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-tagged-again.html' title='I got tagged again!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112760609371567847</id><published>2005-09-24T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:31:58.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books read 2005</title><content type='html'>While browsing the other day I saw someone who had a "Books read" list going on their blog. I thought it was a good idea, to keep track/see the books I've read over the year. So here's mine.... I started reading again as a hobby in June, since then &lt;strong&gt;I've read&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312990456/qid=1127606155/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;One for the Money (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0684196387/qid=1127606238/sr=8-2/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Two for the Dough (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312966091/qid=1127606238/sr=8-3/ref=pd_bbs_3/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Three To Get Deadly : A Stephanie Plum Novel&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312185863/qid=1127606294/sr=8-2/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Four to Score (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312203039/qid=1127606294/sr=8-8/ref=pd_bbs_8/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;High Five (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312205406/qid=1127606694/sr=8-2/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Hot Six (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060090367/qid=1127606734/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Watermelon&lt;/a&gt; by Marian Keyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312265840/qid=1127606757/sr=8-4/ref=pd_bbs_4/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Seven Up (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312265859/qid=1127606788/sr=8-6/ref=pd_bbs_6/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Hard Eight (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312306326/qid=1127606863/sr=8-2/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Visions of Sugar Plums (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312265867/qid=1127606841/sr=8-2/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;To the Nines (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/055380300X/qid=1127606890/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Sense of Evil&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312289723/qid=1127606788/sr=8-8/ref=pd_bbs_8/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Ten Big Ones: A Stephanie Plum Novel&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0375414053/qid=1127606916/sr=8-2/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;I Don't Know How She Does It : The Life of Kate Reddy, Working Mother&lt;/a&gt; by Allison Pearson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0446531588/qid=1127606970/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Derailed&lt;/a&gt; by James Siegel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553583441/qid=1127607002/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Touching Evil&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553583468/qid=1127607002/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Whisper of Evil &lt;/a&gt;by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0743477154/qid=1127607109/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Postmortem&lt;/a&gt; by Patricia Cornwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312283709/qid=1127607151/sr=2-3/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_3/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Running with Scissors&lt;/a&gt; by Augusten Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0671038567/qid=1127607196/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Body of Evidence&lt;/a&gt; by Patricia Cornwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553803166/qid=1127607218/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Hunting Fear&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553576925/qid=1127607241/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Hiding in the Shadows (Shadows Trilogy)&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553575538/qid=1127607241/sr=2-3/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_3/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Stealing Shadows (Shadows Trilogy)&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/055357695X/qid=1127607241/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Out of the Shadows (Shadows Trilogy)&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0684193957/qid=1127607329/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;ALL THAT REMAINS&lt;/a&gt; by Patricia Cornwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0380718340/qid=1127607366/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Cruel &amp;amp; Unusual (Kay Scarpetta Mysteries)&lt;/a&gt; by Patricia D. Cornwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553803174/qid=1127606454/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Chill of Fear&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312306261/qid=1127606294/sr=8-9/ref=pd_bbs_9/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Eleven on Top (A Stephanie Plum Novel)&lt;/a&gt; by Janet Evanovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553585118/qid=1127607453/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Once a Thief&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553585681/qid=1127607453/sr=2-3/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_3/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Always a Thief&lt;/a&gt; by Kay Hooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently reading&lt;/strong&gt; (or currently sitting on my nightstand for me to read):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/074328190X/qid=1127607427/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Don't Kiss Them Good-bye&lt;/a&gt; by Allison DuBois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0670031062/qid=1127607483/sr=2-3/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_3/102-0147701-2302505?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Must Love Dogs: A Novel&lt;/a&gt; by Claire Cook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112760609371567847?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112760609371567847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112760609371567847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112760609371567847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112760609371567847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/books-read-2005.html' title='Books read 2005'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112755604727249577</id><published>2005-09-24T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:32:05.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Lost Character are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take the test &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5052228135609532493"&gt;Which Lost Character Are You??&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Results:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 67% kindness, 36% courage, 34% seedy past, and 43% secretiveness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="left"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't talk to me about the baby. I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are Claire. You are a very kind and caring person. You're not the bravest on the island, but you will stand up for yourself when the need arises. Compared to the other survivors, you have a pretty clean past and you're open and honest about most things. It's a good thing, too - Turniphead needs you to be nurturing and caring in order for him to grow up and NOT become the antichrist. Luckily, Charlie seems more than happy to assist you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112755604727249577?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112755604727249577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112755604727249577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112755604727249577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112755604727249577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/which-lost-character-are-you_24.html' title='Which Lost Character are you?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112746546049636889</id><published>2005-09-23T01:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:32:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude! I got a Dell!</title><content type='html'>I'm on a computer high at the moment. My beautiful Dell arrived today, hubby set it up (mostly) and I'm busying doing the rest of the setting up.... it's amazing, it's perfect. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can get back online. I can get to my life without having to get on for 5 min. and then wait a few hours to try again for another 5 min. I was quite honestly losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Dell. It's sleek. It's black. It's fast. It's quick. It's lovely. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*swoon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hubby is jealous... but hey, he got my new &lt;a href="http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-got-new-monitor.html"&gt;Sony Flat Screen monitor &lt;/a&gt;so he did get something out of this, too. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112746546049636889?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112746546049636889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112746546049636889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112746546049636889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112746546049636889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/dude-i-got-dell.html' title='Dude! I got a Dell!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112690335954477281</id><published>2005-09-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:33:06.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for the day (thus far)</title><content type='html'>I'm having some serious sticker shock issues right now. My husband just told me how much my new computer is going to cost. Holy crap. No matter I have to have a new computer. Mine is locking up on me every few moments and I'm here trying to get some actual get-paid-for-work work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that after eating two Krispy Kreme's yesterday I no longer feel so depressed and hateful to the world? I guess it's PMS (x10) that's going on, but ugh. I've been hating on everything for the last week. Yesterday, after donut time, I felt perfectly fine. Today I'm still feeling better but not as good as yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so ready when school started back up for Kiddo on Aug. 1. Now we've only got two more weeks before their first break. I'm about ready for it. I need the sleep. Been having terrible insomnia for the last week... which now that I think about it may have been related to my hating the world bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112690335954477281?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112690335954477281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112690335954477281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112690335954477281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112690335954477281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/thoughts-for-day-thus-far.html' title='Thoughts for the day (thus far)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112682998640848799</id><published>2005-09-15T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:32:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OPI / Marie Claire Freebie</title><content type='html'>In the October 2005 Issue of Marie Claire (with Keira Knightly on the cover) there's a coupon (on page 272 - info on page 32) for a free full size bottle of OPI Cabernet for the Lady at Trade Secret or Beauty Express Salons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color, Cabernet for the Lady looks really pretty - like a berry-red. They're calling it a berry, but going by the photos in the magazine it's more of a rosy/coraly/red with shimmer. Very pretty if you like reds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scan (which is kinda crappy as far as the color goes) -- offer expires 10/6/05 or when supplies are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/OPIfreebie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/OPIfreebie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112682998640848799?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112682998640848799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112682998640848799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112682998640848799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112682998640848799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/opi-marie-claire-freebie.html' title='OPI / Marie Claire Freebie'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112630958113788340</id><published>2005-09-09T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:33:15.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery store shopping etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some tips on how not to piss off other shoppers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; While it's fabulous you're shopping with your friend and her two children, please respect that there are other people in the store too. That means, don't block every isle the two of you lazily stroll down. It also means it's not a good idea to stop mid-isle, blocking off the entire isle and just stand there and chat like you're on the beach. Not everyone is there with their friend having a blast and being lazy. Some of us actually need to get what's on our list and get the heck outta there. We have stuff to do. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Move it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; If you have three children under the age of 5 and one of them cannot be controlled by you or any other human being, it's probably not a good idea to take them to the store. A screaming, shrieking 2 year old wandering around while his mom keeps yelling at him and saying things like, "You better get over here or I'm leaving you." really makes the whole grocery shopping experience even less pleasant than usual. I get you may not be able to go shopping without all three kids, that's life. However, if said 2 year old can scream and throw a fit for the entire 40 minutes you're grocery shopping it's definitely past time you learn some new techniques on how to deal because your child is hell on legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; If you work at the store and end up bagging groceries for someone that include 2 liter bottles of soda... it's not a good idea to put two into a single, thin plastic bag and then place it on the shelf under the shopping basket. The reason this is not a good idea is that when the poor customer pushes their cart out to their car that bag has a really good chance of slipping off the cart completely thus dumping out both 2 liter bottles of soda into the parking lot. And 2 liter bottles of soda roll pretty darn well. Said customer may not even realize what happened until she's already at her car and has people yelling, "Miss! Miss! Did you drop something?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112630958113788340?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112630958113788340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112630958113788340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112630958113788340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112630958113788340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/grocery-store-shopping-etiquette.html' title='Grocery store shopping etiquette'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112627876401237046</id><published>2005-09-09T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:33:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride Day at School</title><content type='html'>Kiddo's school has had a Pride Day every year since Sept. 11. They have it either on or very close to 9/11. Today is Pride Day, the kids are having a special assembly and are wearing Red, White and Blue. Since Hurricane Katrina did so much damage (gosh, that feels like an understatement) his school is also having the kids bring in coins to donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, in the car:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;So, are you going to give some of your money to help out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Ok, fine. You don't have to... but&lt;/em&gt; y&lt;em&gt;ou know those children don't have their clothes, their toys, their books, their PlayStation games....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;*thinking*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;Ok, I will give 5 &lt;/em&gt;[cents]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Just 5 cents?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;Ok, 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Why only 8?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;I don't have that much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Yeah you do. You have a piggy bank with lots of coins. Me and dad always give you our change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;em&gt; Oh yeah, 'cuz some of those are tens, huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any prompting he brings out his piggy bank and tells me he needs to get it open. I pry it open and start dumping. I've got a pile on the couch and I ask him what he wants to give. He looks at the pile and takes a little from it to keep, looks at the big pile that's left and says, &lt;em&gt;"That much."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I counted it out - $2.48. We put it into a ziplock baggie for him to take to school. He was highly impressed with the amount. &lt;em&gt;"Wow. That's a LOT! The town that gets this is gonna be lucky."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's hilarious even if he doesn't quite fully get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him that $2.48 alone really isn't much - but that with all the children bringing in some of their coins it is going to add up and really help some people. I went on to tell him this wasn't about having mom's and dad's give their dollars to the kids to bring - it was about the children. I told him his dad and I had already given some of our money. His response, &lt;em&gt;"Really? That's cool."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112627876401237046?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112627876401237046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112627876401237046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112627876401237046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112627876401237046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/pride-day-at-school.html' title='Pride Day at School'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112623570760328973</id><published>2005-09-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:33:39.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are mom jeans worse than flabby bellies with stretch marks?</title><content type='html'>I have to ask.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is worse? wearing mom jeans or wearing low rise pants that make your flabby rolling belly hang over a few inches showing your stretch marks? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is brought on by what I saw yesterday outside of a store. I'm not a fashionista. I'm a jeans and tees kind of girl. I'm a mom, I don't have a job outside of my home that means I must dress up in any way. I won't wear anything that shows my belly as a public service. Trust me, I've got some rolls and plenty of stretch marks from my pregnancy 7+ years ago. I don't want to see it and neither does anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Are mom jeans (which, no I don't wear them - I wear just normal jeans) better than allowing a chubby stretch marked belly out for all the world to see? Me? I'd go with mom jeans before I was that cruel to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112623570760328973?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112623570760328973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112623570760328973' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112623570760328973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112623570760328973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-mom-jeans-worse-than-flabby.html' title='Are mom jeans worse than flabby bellies with stretch marks?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112605077374380910</id><published>2005-09-06T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:34:02.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors suck. Big time.</title><content type='html'>You know when you're already not exactly feeling your best? I mean, you know you didn't put makeup on and you already know your hair is months behind on the highlights thing and it needs a cut desperately... but then you catch sight of yourself in a mirror and can really SEE how horrible it is and you just feel like mega-crap? Yeah, that happened to me today. I knew I didn't look good. I guess I was just in denial about how bad I was looking. Granted, it was in a store dressing room - but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two pair of jeans and hoodie. It has been really pathetic that I own one pair of pants and they are black, not jeans. I mean, I own more than that - I just can't currently fit INTO anything else. I do have capri's and such but gosh I simply had to get me some jeans that fit. Of course this made me late picking up Kiddo from school. And my Mother-in-Law who works in the office at the school called and left a message on our machine at home saying he was getting concerned. I asked him about it and his attitude was basically he could care less. He was hanging out with friends and his grandma was right in the office. So yeah, bad mom moment. Oh well. I seriously had to get some pants and taking Kiddo to the mall when I have to try things on is about as fun as shooting ones self in the foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112605077374380910?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112605077374380910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112605077374380910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112605077374380910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112605077374380910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/mirrors-suck-big-time.html' title='Mirrors suck. Big time.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112558489884575565</id><published>2005-09-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:32:36.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina relief.....</title><content type='html'>In the wake of what a disaster the south has become I'm so glad to read about the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/usatoday/20050901/ts_usatoday/donationssuppliesrushin"&gt;Donations, supplies rush in...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2005-08-31-freeman-relief_x.htm"&gt;Morgan Freeman to help raise funds for Katrina relief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050901/ap_en_tv/katrina_telethons_hk4;_ylt=Aj9J.vvc5tE4oGlHaKtCluRxFb8C;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;TV Telethons Announced for Katrina Victims&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050902/ap_en_mo/katrina_hilary_duff"&gt;Duff to Donate $250K for Katrina Victims&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050902/ap_en_mu/katrina_dave_matthews_band"&gt;Dave Matthews Band to Do Benefit Concert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050902/ap_en_ce/katrina_celebrity_ties_hk4"&gt;Katrina Felt Across Entertainment World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="yschttl" onmouseover="return window.status='http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2005-09-01-jay-z-diddy-donation_x.htm'" onmouseout="window.status=''" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=53720272/K=Diddy/v=2/SID=w/l=NSR/R=2/SIG=12tk21qvk/EXP=1125760879/*-http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2005-09-01-jay-z-diddy-donation_x.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diddy&lt;/b&gt;, Jay-Z pledge $1M to Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="yschttl" onmouseover="return window.status='http://www.examiner.ie/breaking/story.asp?j=136344173&amp;p=y36344796&amp;amp;n=136344861&amp;x='" onmouseout="window.status=''" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=53720272/K=Cage/v=2/SID=w/l=NSR/R=2/SIG=1349hdjm7/EXP=1125760901/*-http://www.examiner.ie/breaking/story.asp?j=136344173&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;p=y36344796&amp;n=136344861&amp;amp;x="&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cage&lt;/b&gt; donates cash to New Orleans neighbours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="yschttl" onmouseover="return window.status='http://www.cbc.ca/story/arts/national/2005/09/01/Arts/Dion_donates20050901.html?ref=rss'" onmouseout="window.status=''" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=53720272/K=Dion/v=2/SID=w/l=NSR/R=3/SIG=13b6u8e37/EXP=1125760916/*-http://www.cbc.ca/story/arts/national/2005/09/01/Arts/Dion_donates20050901.html?ref=rss"&gt;Celine &lt;b&gt;Dion&lt;/b&gt; pledges $1million US to American Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I was able to do more than I can... Whatever you might be able to do (&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org/"&gt;donate cash&lt;/a&gt;, pray, whatever) I hope you'll do so. A friend of mine is going to donate 100% of her profits from her Body Shop at Home business to the Red Cross between Sept. 1 - Sept. 14 - that's 25% of your order going to help the victims of Katrina. Want to help out and enjoy some great products at the same time? &lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/athome/shantelhampton"&gt;Check out her site&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050901/ap_en_tv/katrina_telethons_hk4;_ylt=Aj9J.vvc5tE4oGlHaKtCluRxFb8C;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112558489884575565?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112558489884575565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112558489884575565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112558489884575565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112558489884575565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina-relief.html' title='Katrina relief.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112501488679876197</id><published>2005-08-25T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:34:20.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/GlossThis3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/GlossThis3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/GlossThis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/GlossThis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/ME2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112501488679876197?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112501488679876197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112501488679876197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112501488679876197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112501488679876197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112499936909978262</id><published>2005-08-25T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:34:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forming his own opinions, growing up.... am I ready for this?</title><content type='html'>I look at Kiddo some days and can hardly recognize him. He used to be so small, so adorable. Now he's so huge. He's still very cute (I admit I know I'm biased) but I wonder how it all happened so fast? He's not a baby anymore. He's not a toddler anymore. Shoot, he's hardly even a "little kid" anymore. He's growing up, learning things from other people, other kids - things where I look at him and wonder where he came up with that. Where he heard it before and how on earth he knows what such a big word means to even use it correctly in a sentence. He more than just thinks for himself now. He also has a knack for blurting things out at times when perhaps he should keep him mouth shut. And there's how he has his own take and opinion on everything. His opinion that while it must somehow be influenced by his mother and father -- is still his very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost scary, ok no, it is scary that Kiddo now forms his own opinions about things. About people. People like his mom. Yesterday he said, "You're funny." I said, "I am?" and he went on to explain, "Yes, you make me laugh sometimes - you're funny." Ok, I am funny. I crack my husband up a lot and more recently my son too. The scary part is he came up with this on his own... so like, uh.... what's he think when I yell? or when I'm like just go away and leave me be for 15 min.? Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is no longer a little kid. Yeah, he's only 7 years old and he's only on his 4th week of 2nd grade -- but he's quickly become a rather interesting and intriguing person. How'd that happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112499936909978262?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112499936909978262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112499936909978262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112499936909978262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112499936909978262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/forming-his-own-opinions-growing-up-am.html' title='Forming his own opinions, growing up.... am I ready for this?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112493701815802451</id><published>2005-08-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:34:41.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today on I'm a terrible mother - Mom doesn't go to "Back To School Night"</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0375414053/qid=1124937128/sr=8-2/ref=pd_bbs_2/104-8642012-4016756?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;I Don't Know How She Does It&lt;/a&gt; and honestly, although I've yet to work outside of our home since the birth of my son over 7 years ago &lt;em&gt;(for some reason working from home and getting paid for it doesn't count to most people)&lt;/em&gt; I can relate to this book so much it's almost painful. That whole need to be perfect, the automatic mode of always trying to remember everything and get everything done. The complete and utter head spinning it can feel like inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my latest terrible mom moment was this evening. I didn't go to the "Back To School Night" at Kiddo's school. I've gone every year, but not this one. Last year I went alone (hubby stayed home with Kiddo since children aren't allowed - he was happy to get out of going of course) and learned exactly nothing new about the school and what was going to happen, etc. Last year at the "Back To School Night" was also when I got sucked into being the Room Parent and volunteering for a crazy amount of things. Maybe that is, in part why I just wanted to avoid going this year? I don't know. But I admit, I do feel like this is a failure on my part. It doesn't matter I was completely exhausted. It doesn't matter I'd already spent 1.5 hours helping Kiddo with homework. I didn't make it to "Back To School Night" for his 2nd grade class. Period. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do I/we (Mother's) do this to ourselves. My husbands response was more along the line of &lt;em&gt;Oh Please, like it really matters. Get over it.&lt;/em&gt; What did I expect. He is a man. He never reads the Kiddo's papers, he visits the school once a year for the Open House and that's it. He doesn't get it. I wish I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It's 7:30 p.m. and I need to log off and go make a lovely homecooked meal for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112493701815802451?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112493701815802451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112493701815802451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112493701815802451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112493701815802451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-on-im-terrible-mother-mom-doesnt.html' title='Today on I&apos;m a terrible mother - Mom doesn&apos;t go to &quot;Back To School Night&quot;'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112493644248634656</id><published>2005-08-23T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:35:51.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I got a new monitor</title><content type='html'>That is one of many reasons I hadn't posted much over the last month. My monitor was dying; having internal earthquakes, gray and white flashing lines across it; making high pitched noises which caused my techie husband to yell, "Turn it off! It's going to explode!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm a huge dork. I did before and after photos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/BeforeAfter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/BeforeAfter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband is very jealous now and is desperately wanting his own flat screen, flat panel. This is the first time ever I've had something a little better than him as far as computer crap goes. Ha. He did think I was the biggest loser ever though for taking before and after pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho - now my excuse for not posting on le blog can no longer be connected to my monitor. I'm sure I'll come up with something.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112493644248634656?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112493644248634656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112493644248634656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112493644248634656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112493644248634656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-got-new-monitor.html' title='So I got a new monitor'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112475555214020830</id><published>2005-08-22T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:36:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald Trump's dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/DonaldTrumpsDog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/320/DonaldTrumpsDog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hahaha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That is too adorable on the doggie. Horrible on The Donald, but cute on the doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pic from &lt;a href="http://p099.ezboard.com/fjjboardfrm12.showMessage?topicID=87856.topic"&gt;The JJB&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112475555214020830?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112475555214020830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112475555214020830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112475555214020830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112475555214020830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/donald-trumps-dog.html' title='Donald Trump&apos;s dog'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112475510531066285</id><published>2005-08-22T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:36:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Paste &amp; Peanut Butter M&amp;M's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/mmsklein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/200/mmsklein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.mms.com/us/about/wheretobuy/images/prod_peanut_butter.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.mms.com/us/about/wheretobuy/images/prod_peanut_butter.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;passing out Peanut Butter M&amp;M's&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of my cycle and I finally got my period. Niiiiiice. How on earth. I don't even know. Not sure I even want to know. Started the new pack of pills, on day 2 and I get my period. This would explain why I'm sitting here downing Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M's. That would also explain the lunch of Cool Ranch Doritos I had today. At least other than those 2 things I haven't eaten anything else so it could be much worse. I can say I'll try to eat some semi decent food for dinner, but I wouldn't hold your breath on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to buy &lt;a href="http://www.buttpaste.com/"&gt;Butt Paste&lt;/a&gt; today for the kid. I'd leave it at that but have to mention that blood dripping from your 7 year olds behind is enough to make you have a very bad, very stressed out, emotional day. Yesterday sucked. 'Nuff said on that topic though the fact that they named it &lt;a href="http://www.buttpaste.com/"&gt;Butt Paste&lt;/a&gt; totally cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112475510531066285?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112475510531066285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112475510531066285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112475510531066285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112475510531066285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/butt-paste-peanut-butter-mms.html' title='Butt Paste &amp; Peanut Butter M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112302233999366891</id><published>2005-08-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:36:21.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin' A!</title><content type='html'>Does this $hit happen to other people? or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get some laundry done - you know, in between cleaning the bathroom, kiddo's homework (he is supposed to read to me for at least 15 min.), etc. And my frick-frackin' key breaks off in the laundry room door. Oh.my.gawd. I am so not a happy camper right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a hold of my husband he is soooooo helpful. He offers me this fantastically, amazingly helpful advice. &lt;em&gt;"Just don't lock yourself out of the apartment in the meantime."&lt;/em&gt; Wow. Wish I'd thought of that. Thanks so much man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112302233999366891?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112302233999366891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112302233999366891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112302233999366891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112302233999366891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/freakin.html' title='Freakin&apos; A!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112276543834145673</id><published>2005-07-30T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:36:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Met Kiddo's 2nd Grade Teacher and fresh fruit</title><content type='html'>they posted the class lists at the school today - we went even though we knew who his teacher would be. He wanted to see who of his friends would be in his class. One of his best buddies will be in there with him so he's happy. We met his teacher - Mrs. Z. seems wonderful! I just can't believe my kid is going into 2nd grade already - I mean, I remember when I was in 2nd grade for heavens sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I picked up a mixed fruit salad tub at Whole Foods. I'm eating some of it now. It is divine! I will have to go back on Monday and pick up another. Mmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112276543834145673?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112276543834145673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112276543834145673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112276543834145673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112276543834145673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/met-kiddos-2nd-grade-teacher-and-fresh.html' title='Met Kiddo&apos;s 2nd Grade Teacher and fresh fruit'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112261177238809873</id><published>2005-07-28T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:36:41.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day on, one day off</title><content type='html'>I swear that is how I've been for the last couple of weeks. I can be super woman one day and then the next I have the desire to do jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was school clothes shopping day. Kiddo and I drove to my grandmother's, then we went out to lunch (us, Grandmother and my Mom), then shopping for school clothes and shoes. After we were done I was so over shopping I wanted a tall glass of ice cold water and my bed. But no. We went back to my grandmothers and kiddo went swimming in her hot tub for 2 hours. We were pretty much out and about going non stop from 10 until 8 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo is actually doing really well with swimming. Somehow he has learned some actual skills in the hot tub. He can do the dead man's float and actually stuck his face in the water (thanks to his new Fairly Odd Parents goggles) and swam around the hot tub. Yay! Go Kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was today. Today I woke up very late, dragged my butt out of bed. Made lunch for everyone and an hour and half later I was back in bed. I just didn't care. I had some depression or something going on. Why? I have no idea. But I slept and gosh I needed it. I finally snapped out of it around 6:30 p.m. and decided I really should get some things done today. Kiddo and I went out and ran a bunch of errands. Now it's 9:30 p.m. and I'm in the middle of doing 5 loads of laundry (kiddo's new school clothes + ) ; it makes me not feel so bad for doing nothing all day when I'm so productive at night. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112261177238809873?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112261177238809873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112261177238809873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112261177238809873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112261177238809873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-day-on-one-day-off.html' title='One day on, one day off'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112225441576446385</id><published>2005-07-24T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:36:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My paper shredder just died.</title><content type='html'>Absolutely fantastic. Freakin' thing burned out. Can't blame it really but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 6 hours last night/early this morning going through all our bills and other files. I pretty much filled up one of those huge ice chests (I couldn't find a box big enough) of papers I needed to shred. I swear, it's time like this I wish we had a fire place to just burn the darn stuff in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I need to go out now and buy a new one... maybe one that doesn't barely cost $20 this time? Eh.... maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112225441576446385?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112225441576446385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112225441576446385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112225441576446385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112225441576446385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-paper-shredder-just-died.html' title='My paper shredder just died.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112224624867571137</id><published>2005-07-24T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:37:05.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lance does it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/capt.tdf20107242013.cycling_tour_de_france_tdf201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/400/capt.tdf20107242013.cycling_tour_de_france_tdf201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him - he is so amazing and inspirational in my mind... Congrats to Lance Armstrong on winning his 7th (and final) &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2841-1707348,00.html"&gt;Tour de France&lt;/a&gt;! Woooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112224624867571137?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112224624867571137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112224624867571137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112224624867571137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112224624867571137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/lance-does-it-again.html' title='Lance does it again!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112207822736472992</id><published>2005-07-22T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:37:15.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies, school supplies and it's the weekend again</title><content type='html'>Our allergies have been so terrible lately. Ugh. I hate that! It makes me sleep like the dead and feel tired all day long. Plus the whole sniffing all day and night and red, itchy eye thing isn't fun. And that's with taking allergy meds. Loverly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kiddo begins 2nd grade in just over a week. They go back August 1. I'm so ready for it and so not ready for it at the same time. Poor kid, none of his clothes fit him now. Everything fit fine when school let out the first of June - but now - all the pants are too tight and are high waters on him. His shirts are even looking silly. We'll be going clothes shopping for everything next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took care of the school supplies list the school posted. We actually managed to get everything on there, no thanks to Target not stocking enough of the necessities. I hate to think if I had waited any longer. We got the last pack of Crayola Markers and Crayola 16 count Crayons. We got the 3rd to last pack of yellow #2 pencils. For real - you'd think they'd have more of the basics and less of everything else. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo picked out a new backpack. Last year it was Ninja Turtles, this year he found a Fantastic Four backpack he liked. I swear, they do not make these things very sturdy. I will not be shocked when the thing rips after a few months. At least we got it at 50% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really be getting old because that shopping trip has worn me out completely. At least it's the weekend... yay! (I think). The hubster and I are planning to see The Island tomorrow - I cannot wait. It looks awesome and I am in love with Ewan McGregor. He rented Million Dollar Baby and Constantine last night so we'll probably watch those over the weekend as well. Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a small pile of web work sitting here that I should think about doing at some point.... it only arrived today though so I may leave it until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone else doing this weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112207822736472992?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112207822736472992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112207822736472992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112207822736472992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112207822736472992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/allergies-school-supplies-and-its.html' title='Allergies, school supplies and it&apos;s the weekend again'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112190191495853148</id><published>2005-07-20T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:37:26.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Moon Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/1600/google_moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6449/904/400/google_moon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, showin' some Google love! Seriously - it's cool, &lt;a href="http://moon.google.com/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112190191495853148?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112190191495853148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112190191495853148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112190191495853148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112190191495853148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/google-moon-love.html' title='Google Moon Love'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112190152471290283</id><published>2005-07-20T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:37:36.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt inspired today</title><content type='html'>Why I can't say. But I'm in the middle of doing 5 loads of laundry - eggs and potatoes are boiling (for potato salad). I'm considering making chicken strips for dinner (delish, but a lot of freakin' work).... and I still need to dust and vacuum this place as my grandmother is coming over tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sitting here wondering what on earth came over me because I do not have the energy to do all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of energy just might, possibly, have something to do with what I've had to eat today. Teriyaki Beef Jerky, a Krispy Kreme and Diet Dr. Pepper. Nah. I'm sure that has nothing to do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112190152471290283?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112190152471290283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112190152471290283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112190152471290283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112190152471290283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-felt-inspired-today.html' title='I felt inspired today'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112190119072373303</id><published>2005-07-20T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:37:54.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with leaving the empty toilet paper roll hanging and not replacing it?</title><content type='html'>I am trying to understand this. My husband does it nearly daily. Uses up the last of the toilet paper roll and then leaves it as is. I am almost afraid to ask him what is so important and taking up his time while he's doing his business on the pot that he can't freakin' reach over and change the blasted roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112190119072373303?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112190119072373303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112190119072373303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112190119072373303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112190119072373303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-it-with-leaving-empty-toilet.html' title='What is it with leaving the empty toilet paper roll hanging and not replacing it?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112189992394789819</id><published>2005-07-20T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:38:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless plumbers</title><content type='html'>Seriously - plumbers should be one of the highest paid vocations on the planet. I'm a huge fan of indoor plumbing and having to manually refill the toilet for every flush got old real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the toilet is fixed. The guy came early yesterday morning and it was fixed before I even got up. Bless my hubby - he got up and didn't leave for work until it was done. Somehow I was able to sleep through the whole thing. That is nothing short of miraculous seeing as how I am the lightest sleeper on planet earth. I can only say it must have been a combination of benadryl, ear plugs and not going to bed until 5 a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112189992394789819?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112189992394789819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112189992394789819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112189992394789819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112189992394789819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-bless-plumbers.html' title='God bless plumbers'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112167734679215030</id><published>2005-07-18T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:37:45.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun burns, peeling, itching, crabs, the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/beach8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/beach8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday kiddo and I finally made it to the beach. The first time this summer. It was not entirely my fault. We were waiting for it to get above 65 and it did. It hit 70 that day and was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/BnCrab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/200/BnCrab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo found a dead (empty) crab shell; he's holding it in his hand in that shot. He thought it was very cool. He played in the water some and got soaked as did I. Darn waves came in quicker and the tide was coming in so it looked like I'd peed myself. That was fun. He played in the sand, made a sand castle, went hunting for cool rocks and stuff. He had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/beach7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/beach7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and ate lunch, drank some Diet Dr. Pepper and read a few chapters in Four To Score. I didn't apply any of the Neutrogena SPF 45 sun screen that I had in my bad to myself. Nope, I was going to get a little color on my pale self. Yup. Go me. Or not. I came home and quickly realized I'd burned my left shoulder. Ouch. As the night wore on it quickly became obvious that I hadn't just got myself a sun burn -- I'd totally fried my skin and it was pretty bad. I'm peeling now. I've had worse. You'd think I'd learn.... whatever. The kid did not get sun burned. I am a good mom at least in that aspect. My burn is peeling now which totally grosses out my husband. The kid thought it was gross until he saw how you can peel the skin off yourself and then he was totally grossed out and thought it was very cool all at the same time. Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I took all three of those photos. Don't be a jerk and steal them, ok? I'm not in the mood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112167734679215030?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112167734679215030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112167734679215030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112167734679215030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112167734679215030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/sun-burns-peeling-itching-crabs-beach.html' title='Sun burns, peeling, itching, crabs, the beach'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112167490460388276</id><published>2005-07-18T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:42:01.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last weekend V. This weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pandaexpress.com/images/1toplogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandaexpress.com/images/1toplogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shall we do a comparison? Oh, please. Lets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last weekend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday ~&lt;/strong&gt; a quick dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.pandaexpress.com/"&gt;Panda Express &lt;/a&gt;with the family, then to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120667/"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/a&gt;. We all three had such a good time. The movie was fun, the food was good (for fast food). It was just a nice night out for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday ~&lt;/strong&gt; a lovely early dinner on &lt;a href="http://www.canneryrow.com/"&gt;Cannery&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.canneryrow.com/"&gt;Row&lt;/a&gt; followed by a very nice relaxing stroll along &lt;a href="http://www.montereywharf.com/"&gt;Old Fisherman's Wharf&lt;/a&gt;. Perfection in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pictures (yes, I took the ones of the Wharf):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/640/lastweekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/400/lastweekend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; ~ hubby didn't feel good at all. We did next nothing all day. Kiddo spent the night at the grandparents. Hubby and I had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.chilis.com/"&gt;Chili's&lt;/a&gt; where the service is either really good or really bad. Guess how it was last night? Yeah, it wasn't good. Then we had to go to Target and Albertson's and not for fun stuff. Then he totally pissed me off as I was going to bed. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*growl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;~ hubby has managed to totally piss me off many times. I really do not know what his deal is but I'm so over it. He wanted subway for dinner, fine. Sounds good to me, too. But then he didn't start to even get ready to pick it up until 9:30 p.m. and the man takes forever messing with his hair and shit. So he gets there and they're already closed (they close at 10 p.m.). Lovely. Then he goes to Carl's Jr., they're closed too. He calls me. We're on the phone to each other, not talking for about 10 mintues. He ends up (30 minutes later) at Jack in the Box. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gag*&lt;/span&gt; I say nothing because hell, at least I didn't have to cook, right? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he is still irritating me and then kiddo comes out of the bathroom. &lt;em&gt;"Mom. You know when the toilet was broken and we had to put the water in it."&lt;/em&gt; Oh shit. Mmm-hummm. So um, yeah. The damn toilet is broken. What is it with this stupid toilet? Growing up our toilets NEVER HAD ANY PROBLEMS! This one, it has had issues (serious issues) at least three times now. I'm not a happy camper. Now I'm off to clean the freakin' bathroom and then tomorrow bright and early, I get to call the manager(s) to get someone over here to fix the blasted thing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend in pictures - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was kind to all of you and didn't post an image of a gross toilet. (Word of warning, don't go looking for images on google with the word toilet):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/640/thisweekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/400/thisweekend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am PMSing. Is it that obvious? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*innocent*&lt;/span&gt; I swear though - it isn't me. (stop laughing!) Every month my husband just turns into a complete and utter ass munch for about a week. I'm going to run away from home soon. Although I do feel slightly better after spending the time making up those images. (loser)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112167490460388276?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112167490460388276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112167490460388276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112167490460388276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112167490460388276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-weekend-v-this-weekend.html' title='Last weekend V. This weekend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112138593339619216</id><published>2005-07-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:42:15.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Ideal Career?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Investigative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/careerquiz/investigative.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are precise, scientific, and intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in understanding and solving math and science problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architect - Biologist - Chemist&lt;br /&gt;Dentist - Electrical Technician - Mathematician&lt;br /&gt;Medical Technician - Meteorologist - Pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;Physician - Surveyor - Veterinarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are enterprising careers, like lawyer or real estate agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&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/11247322-112138593339619216?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112138593339619216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112138593339619216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112138593339619216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112138593339619216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-your-ideal-career.html' title='What&apos;s Your Ideal Career?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112094404846968295</id><published>2005-07-09T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:42:25.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many more days of summer break are there?</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Ok, this is a new one for me. I am ready to ship the kid off. School needs to start back up. NOW. For my own sanity's sake. I'm losing it. Ok, I've lost most of it already and am hanging onto threads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with 7-year-olds? All of a sudden he has to ask me everything about everything. It makes me crazy. And he repeats everything I say as a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Very few people actually get to go into space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Very few people actually get to go into space?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he spouts off another question... then repeats the answer. It is never ending. I am going crazy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts back up Aug. 1. I am actually looking forward to getting up early and having to drive to and from school twice a day. Bring it on baby! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*silent scream*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112094404846968295?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112094404846968295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112094404846968295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112094404846968295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112094404846968295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-many-more-days-of-summer-break-are.html' title='How many more days of summer break are there?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112094384733742618</id><published>2005-07-09T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:41:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do real men wear pink?</title><content type='html'>The other night kiddo said, completely out of the blue, "It takes a real man to wear pink." If you knew my husband... I look at hubby and asked if he'd fully heard what kiddo said. I repeated it and stated he needed to spend more time with his child. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kiddo I asked, "Uh, who told you that?" He said, "Gramma" (hubby's mom)... then he said, "No, it was JA" (hubby's sister). Ack! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, my husband would never wear pink; I personally don't care though I don't think many straight men can pull it off. And for the record, my father in law would also not be caught dead wearing pink. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112094384733742618?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112094384733742618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112094384733742618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112094384733742618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112094384733742618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-real-men-wear-pink.html' title='Do real men wear pink?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112051313063784718</id><published>2005-07-04T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:42:34.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/liss98/july4th05.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img276.imageshack.us/img276/8527/fireworks35vg.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112051313063784718?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112051313063784718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112051313063784718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112051313063784718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112051313063784718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-112017588743177398</id><published>2005-06-30T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:42:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gone for a few days and Ben &amp; Jen get married</title><content type='html'>this is what happens with my DSL goes down for 3 days... I come back and can't get caught up. My head is still spinning. I've been online for nearly 4 hours and I am still trying to catch up on everything. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened while I was off in the land without internet access? What did I miss (besides Ben &amp; Jen getting married)? Me? I was going mad and was reduced to cleaning and cooking. It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/eo/16853;_ylt=Aub.Ux8S6GpbaaRZcrqG3RFxFb8C;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ben and Jen: They Do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;ok, do you even care? I'm happy about it because they seem happy and seem to be suited for each other pretty well. It is at least nice that they finally confirmed Jennifer's pregnancy. Not that we didn't already know. Hello. I love her... though I 'm not sure Ben is a step up from Scott... but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/eo/20050630/capt.fc79036204580b87f283b81ff211b374.jpg?x=130&amp;y=170&amp;amp;sig=UoS9._hRvTfiFhaxT81aNw--" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-112017588743177398?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112017588743177398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=112017588743177398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112017588743177398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/112017588743177398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-gone-for-few-days-and-ben-jen-get.html' title='I&apos;m gone for a few days and Ben &amp; Jen get married'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111977148319400055</id><published>2005-06-26T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:42:57.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the weekend</title><content type='html'>For the 2nd weekend in a row kiddo is staying with his grandparents (my in laws). It is strange and quiet with him gone. Since he was outta here hubby and I decided we should go out. We had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.chilis.com/"&gt;Chili's&lt;/a&gt; and shared the most amazing fajitas ever. OMG. They were divine! We were both stuffed to the gills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed to Target to pick a few things up. While we were browsing I had this feeling like, "Oh man. We gotta hurry up." and then I realized. No we totally do not. Wow. You know, it just hit me that I had no responsibilities and could stay out as late as I wanted. Very weird. But nice. It's funny how being a mom changes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and watched &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/thejacket/"&gt;The Jacket &lt;/a&gt;with Adrian Brody, Keira Knightly, Jennifer Jason Leigh and Kris Kristofferson. It was interesting stuff... not wow, what an awesome movie. But totally interesting if you're into that sort of slower paced, long story with some Sci-Fi mixed in. Totally held our interest that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111977148319400055?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111977148319400055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111977148319400055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111977148319400055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111977148319400055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s the weekend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111917047660631369</id><published>2005-06-19T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:43:07.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>I have no father figure in my life. They're alive... it's just that... well, seeing as how I'm not on Oprah I'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Father's Day to any dad's out there. Hubby got his gifts Saturday night. He kept bugging knowing we'd probably bought him a game and since he's spending Sunday at his Dad's house - he wanted it now. We got him Guild War's for the PC, a camo t-shirt that says, "Ha! Now you can't see me." and two packs of socks. Poor guy needed socks so badly that he was actually happy when he pulled them out of the gift bag. He loves the shirt and of course is thrilled with the game. He figured we'd bought him one of the games he wanted - but said he was happily surprised with the other items. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went out to see Batman Begins. Awesome, awesome movie. Not all comic-bookish like the past Batman movies. This one is actually a good film and not corney or cheese filled. Christian Bale is..... Mmmmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111917047660631369?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111917047660631369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111917047660631369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111917047660631369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111917047660631369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111917021037777277</id><published>2005-06-19T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:32:25.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco samples are awesome, but beware of Whole Foods</title><content type='html'>Ok, you know how when you go to Costco they always have tons of people standing around making and giving out samples of various food products? And you know how they are 99.9% delicious tasting with that last 0.1% being just ok? Yeah. Ok... so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddo loves going to Costco. He would make it a meal, I'm not kidding. Going from person to person getting his food samples and snarfing them down. You can't blame him, it's good stuff they hand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Whole Foods on Friday. Um, yeah. Can you see where this is going? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*snort*&lt;/span&gt; We're walking around. I'm looking for a health supplement and some bread that my husband loves. I find what I need, we head to the check out. There's a lady there giving out samples of some.... I still don't know what it was and some goat's milk ice cream. Kiddo takes the samples after I give my ok. Being smart I refuse the samples for myself. Are you kidding me? This is Whole Foods! Yeah, so kiddo takes a huge bite of the green whatever it was and the lady asks him, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Is that good?"&lt;/span&gt; and he nods his head. We walk away and I look at him and ask, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"So, is it really good?"&lt;/span&gt; and he says, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"No. It's really nasty." &lt;/span&gt;The look on his face says it all. He asks if he can throw the remaining part away and I say of course. He then digs into the goat's milk ice cream. He liked it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in the car driving away and I tell him that ice cream was made from goat's milk, not cow's milk. His reponse?&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "Eeeeeeeeewwwwwww!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When relying this story to my husband I compeltely lost it. I'm probably a horrible mom for fining it so funny, but oh.my.gawd. Needless to say, the kiddo now knows that Whole Foods is not like Costco and to steer clear of any and all samples at Whole Foods. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111917021037777277?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111917021037777277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111917021037777277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111917021037777277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111917021037777277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/costco-samples-are-awesome-but-beware.html' title='Costco samples are awesome, but beware of Whole Foods'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111891017245569705</id><published>2005-06-16T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:44:07.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww and funny from the Kiddo</title><content type='html'>So I'm doing the dishes very late Tuesday night. Kiddo is getting ready for bed, once he's done he comes and finds me and starts rubbing my back &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah, I've raised him well).&lt;/span&gt; He says, &lt;em&gt;"Wow. Mom's have so much work. You know, I should start helping you with that."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*points at the dishes*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I should do that with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I melted. He's so sweet and adorable some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took advantage and went on to tell him that yes Mom's do have a lot of work they have to do and it's always nice if the Dad's pitch in and help. I told him when he's big, if he gets married he should be sure to help out too. He sighed all serious like and responded with, &lt;em&gt;"I don't know Mom. I'm only 7. I'm a 2nd Grader. That's a long ways away. I might forget by then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111891017245569705?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111891017245569705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111891017245569705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111891017245569705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111891017245569705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/awwww-and-funny-from-kiddo.html' title='Awwww and funny from the Kiddo'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111888363075707337</id><published>2005-06-15T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:44:12.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*pant pant*</title><content type='html'>I need a nap! Here's it's barely 6 o'clock and I'm ready to drop. I worked out good and hard on my elliptical, then managed to get 7 loads of laundry done, cleaned up the mess in the kitchen - dishes overflowing the sink. I still need to clean the darn rat's cage but I'm thinking that may just have to wait. I'm tired of going up and down the stairs all day. And to think... I still have to make dinner and then clean up the mess. *wahhh* I want to be a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day of play for us. We went to Dennis The Menace Park and Kiddo had a total blast climbing on the train. The day was a grand one for him as he got Mc Donald's for lunch (gag), went to the park, then got a snow cone and candy at the snack shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos should you care to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img109.echo.cx/my.php?image=btrain36xv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img109.echo.cx/img109/820/btrain36xv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img109.echo.cx/my.php?image=bclimb5vz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img109.echo.cx/img109/4717/bclimb5vz.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img109.echo.cx/my.php?image=dennisbrandon6ug.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img109.echo.cx/img109/7011/dennisbrandon6ug.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img109.echo.cx/my.php?image=btunnel3ve.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img109.echo.cx/img109/167/btunnel3ve.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img109.echo.cx/my.php?image=bclimb1wr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img109.echo.cx/img109/9645/bclimb1wr.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img109.echo.cx/my.php?image=btrain15jb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img109.echo.cx/img109/1585/btrain15jb.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111888363075707337?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111888363075707337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111888363075707337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111888363075707337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111888363075707337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/pant-pant.html' title='*pant pant*'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111852279745335519</id><published>2005-06-11T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:44:29.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged.... again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://charityates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charity&lt;/a&gt; got me back for tagging her with the "If I could...." deal. So here goes nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Books Owned:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not sure I could stand to count them all. I own a lot of books and that's even with having got rid of a ton of them when we moved last. I'm about to sell a bunch of 'em on Half.com. I'm a book person as my Aunt would say - so I have a lot ~ my husband is also a book person so our place has stacks of books everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Book I read:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;One for the Money&lt;/em&gt; by Janet Evanovich. I just finished it this evening and have put a hold on the next book in the series - &lt;em&gt;Two For the Dough&lt;/em&gt; at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book sitting on my coffee table I am planning on reading:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have a coffee table so I'll take this to mean books I plan to read in the near future. That list includes &lt;em&gt;Baby Laughs&lt;/em&gt; by Jenny McCarthy (on loan from the library), the rest of the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich and &lt;em&gt;Derailed&lt;/em&gt; by James Siegel (recommended by a &lt;a href="http://stacyknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; - I'm picking that up from the library in the next day or two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five books that mean a lot to me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh gosh... I am going to have to think on this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Green Mile&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen King. I wasn't a Stephen King fan prior to reading this book however I can easily say now that it is my favorite book of all time. Why? Because it was entertaining, very interesting and filled with so many truths about life that I had to stop and think about it more than once. I was amazed. I was impressed. I was touched and felt I was a better person for having read this book. It was so full of truth about reality, people, life and how to live that I'm still not over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; The &lt;em&gt;Bible&lt;/em&gt; - for obvious reasons? Or are they not obvious? I am not religious; however I am a Christian and believe in God. I would say the Bible has been the most influential book in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Five Little Peppers and How They Grew&lt;/em&gt; by Margaret Sidney. When I was younger I most read the classics and I loved this book about a close knit family of children. I was obsessed with their story -- still am slightly. I would love to get my hands on the rest of the series. I only ever read books 1, 2 &amp;amp; 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; I was going through an Oprah phase. She was doing her book club thing and I was her minion. This book makes this list because it got me back into reading. I loved reading as a child and young adults and then when college, marriage, motherhood hit I only ever read textbooks or medical research. It was past time for me to branch out and the book that got me back into my love of reading was &lt;em&gt;Gap Creek&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Eight Cousins&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Rose in Bloom&lt;/em&gt; by Louisa May Allcott - again with the classics from my childhood. I can't even remember how many times I read both of these books - but I can remember enjoying them while sprawled out on my bed at the age of 12. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's my turn to tag... I'm so going to tag back &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://valleygrrl.typepad.com/"&gt;Juls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://valleygrrl.typepad.com/"&gt;Juls&lt;/a&gt; - woman, you owe me! :) And while I'm so tag happy I'm getting &lt;a href="http://stacyknits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt; too just because I seem to love her book recommendations and am curious what she'd say in answer to these questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111852279745335519?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111852279745335519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111852279745335519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111852279745335519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111852279745335519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-tagged-again.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged.... again...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111844826350170815</id><published>2005-06-10T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:45:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The DMV</title><content type='html'>I'm sure every adult who has ever had dealing with the DMV has strong feelings about it. Heaven knows I do. I hate the DMV with a passion. There's nothing like having to stand in a line for 40 min. just to be told which other line to go stand in. And yes, that's what my DMV is like here. No longer can you just go to the part of the DMV that you need. You first must check in, get a number and go stand in yet another line. For the love of sanity! Make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am giving the &lt;a href="http://www.dmv.ca.gov"&gt;DMV&lt;/a&gt; kudos. You see, we can renew our yearly registration online now. I did it with my car last year - and today kiddo and I took hubby's car to get Smogged, it passed, we came home (ok, so we did a ton of other things and then came home) and in less than 5 minutes I had the car registered. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.dmv.ca.gov"&gt;DMV&lt;/a&gt;! I love the DMV. Ok, so not -- but at least they have finally done one thing right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111844826350170815?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111844826350170815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111844826350170815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111844826350170815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111844826350170815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/dmv.html' title='The DMV'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111836051817496594</id><published>2005-06-09T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:45:38.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summertime!</title><content type='html'>So even though I really just wanted to stay home today - I got out and took kiddo to the &lt;a href="http://www.monterey.org/library/"&gt;library&lt;/a&gt;. He signed up for the summer reading program (you sign a paper saying you're going to read _____ each week, bring in the paper each week with your progress, get a little prize). He did it last summer and really enjoyed it. They also had a &lt;a href="http://www.normanmagic.com/"&gt;Magician&lt;/a&gt; come in and put on a show. Kiddo went and loved it. He got to be an assistant for something too. I didn't get to see it though, I stayed out as last year they were always turning kids away so I didn't go so someone else could. I sat out in the library and read some of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312990456/qid=1118448380/sr=8-1/ref=pd_csp_1/102-5408457-1068939?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;One for the Money&lt;/a&gt;. Love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home now, going to nap just because I can. Ha! :) I got up this a.m., forced myself to eat something and got right on the elliptical to get my workout in before I showered. Love it! My husband ended up not going to work today. He didn't get up with his (or my) alarms. *no comment* I woke up at 9 a.m. going, "Xxxx! It's 9 o'clock". He called into work and is doing some stuff at home for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On our list of things to do this summer is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Train park&lt;/strong&gt; - actually it's Dennis the Menace Park which features a locomotive in the front that the kids can climb on. We'll probably go a couple of times. We also have a park right across the street that we'll go to a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beach&lt;/strong&gt; - I hope we go several times to several of the different beaches here but the weather must cooperate. I refuse to go on a 63 degree day and have the chilling ocean wind freeze me to the bone. Picky, I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck E. Cheese&lt;/strong&gt; - he wants to go and we probably will next week. It's not local though which is the biggest con for me but it's just for an afternoon... they ought to make this place nicer for the adults that have to go. I'm not sure how, but something. I'll just bring my book and attempt to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montereywharf.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wharf&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- we definitely need to play tourist at the wharf at least one day this Summer. That's always fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a chance we will go to Disney next month, but not 100% on that just yet. We are really hoping it pans out.... it would be for my niece's b-day. Lucky little girl is having her birthday party at Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone else doing for summer? Any plans? Vacations? Day trips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo's last day of school was June 3 and he goes back August 1 (year round school). Last week he got to play in the hot tub at my grandparents house. He loved every moment of that. So far he's having a good summer. I have told myself we will get out and do all the things we want to do. It's got to be a priority otherwise it will be the last week of July and I'll be sitting here wondering what happened. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.echo.cx/img293/3040/poolboy18ke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo 'swimming' in my grandparents hot tub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111836051817496594?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111836051817496594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111836051817496594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111836051817496594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111836051817496594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-summertime.html' title='It&apos;s Summertime!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111830359982112592</id><published>2005-06-09T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:44:41.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA ~ Movie to Avoid</title><content type='html'>Just a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;public service announcement&lt;/span&gt; from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Alone in the Dark&lt;/span&gt; "starring" Christan Slater and Tara Reid at &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; costs. Like you already knew that, right? Yeah, I knew it too - but watched it tonight with my husband who actually paid good money to rent it. It was so beyond horrible now I'm going to have to say up even later to watch something decent to get that outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img293.echo.cx/img293/6841/posterklein8kw.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111830359982112592?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111830359982112592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111830359982112592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111830359982112592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111830359982112592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/psa-movie-to-avoid.html' title='PSA ~ Movie to Avoid'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111819250733793946</id><published>2005-06-07T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:44:45.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband is afraid of spiders. What I'm afraid of doesn't even compare.</title><content type='html'>My husband is afraid of spiders. What I'm afraid of doesn't even compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the spider and bug killer of the house. Most of the time I find my husband's fear of spiders funny, other times, like when he must turn all the lights on in the middle of the night, thus waking me up, rather annoying. It's almost a joke in our home, what is mom afraid of? He asks me that and every time I try to come up with something and can't. You see, my fears are things that don't even compare. Spiders? Nah. Heights? Nope. Snakes? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son was playing outside today. My husband, being the sheltered and over protective person he is doesn't really think it's such a good idea for kiddo to play outside unsupervised. I made a compromise with the kid. He may go out and ride his scooter, play with his balls, whatever so long as he stays right there inside the apartment complex. I have to be able to see him should I poke my head out the door or look out the window. I have to be able to hear him should he fall and get hurt or need me for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child is 7 years old. He's going into second grade at the end of summer. I remember when I was just 5 years old and went to Kindergarten. I walked to school by myself. My mom didn't even watch me walk half way. Thanks to either the changing times and or my own (nightmarish) childhood experiences I'm much more protective and aware than that. I don't trust people with my child - even “good people”. In my experience those good people were not always so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked outside this afternoon. It was getting later in the day and it was about time for the kid to come inside. He wasn't there. I walked around, I called his name. He wasn't there. That feeling - that horror, the nausea and absolute disbelief is not something you can compare to anything else. I came inside and put on my shoes. I went back out and started looking feeling very frantic inside, panicked. There is was. He was fine. He hadn't stayed right where I told him; he had gone out of our safety bounds but not by much. He was till in the apartment complex. He'd found a kid from his school and they were playing around being little boys. But that feeling won't leave me even an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at him. I told him it was time to come inside now. He said he was sorry. He knew he wasn't supposed to leave the area we'd set. I try to explain it to him. How his father and I would never get over it. How we would never be ok. How he really is the most important thing in our lives. How we have nothing if we don't have him. How there are evil people in the world. How he can't tell if someone is bad or not just by looking at them. I try to explain it, I try to tell him. I don't want to scare him, but he needs to know. The thing is, he is 7 years old. He is still innocent, thank God. He can't comprehend how evil people can be. He doesn't understand and can't at this age. He knows what I tell him yet that doesn't mean a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear is something happening to my child; someone or something harming him in a way that he and we would never recover from. I fear that someone or something will snatch away his innocence in a second and not slowly, gradually over time as he's old enough to hear, learn and see the things that will take it from him. I fear I would be left without him and I fear I would never be ok again. I fear that my life, however rich, is really meaningless without him. And I fear the exact same things about his father, my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is afraid of spiders. What I'm afraid of doesn't even compare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111819250733793946?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111819250733793946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111819250733793946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111819250733793946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111819250733793946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-husband-is-afraid-of-spiders-what.html' title='My husband is afraid of spiders. What I&apos;m afraid of doesn&apos;t even compare.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111809300321838182</id><published>2005-06-06T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:44:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm it, apparently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://valleygrrl.typepad.com/"&gt;Juls&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choose five things from the list below and complete the sentence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If I could be a scientist -- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I would invent a cream to get rid of stretch marks... and so I don't sound overly shallow I'd also cure cancer and AIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I could be a farmer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If I could be a psychologist -- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I would try to be as cool as my college psych teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;If I could be a librarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;If I could be a professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;If I could be a writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If I could be a llama-rider -- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I would have a very sore bum and walk funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I could be a bonnie pirate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I could be an astronaut &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If I could be a world famous blogger -- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I really would never log off the 'net and I'd have the coolest, most tricked out computer ever with at least 4 flat screen (huge) monitors. Yeah baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I could be a justice on any one court in the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could be married to any current famous political figure -- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I would shoot myself in the foot for being so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;If I could be an innkeeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Ok, moving on.... I'm gonna tag &lt;a href="http://charityates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charity&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a href="http://charityates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charity&lt;/a&gt; - you're it girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111809300321838182?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111809300321838182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111809300321838182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111809300321838182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111809300321838182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-it-apparently.html' title='I&apos;m it, apparently.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111780736170094089</id><published>2005-06-03T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:45:36.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 6:55 a.m. and I've already broken out the Diet Pepsi</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of school for kiddo; the last day of First Grade. Wow. I'm a bit stunned. It went by so quickly.... and yet so not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep last night, finally just got up around 5:30 a.m.; played around on the computer while trying to wake up and find the motivation to shower. Took a shower and felt like death warmed over so it was time to start on Diet Pepsi. I used to drink it this early in the morning but haven't in years (I don't drink coffee - it kills my stomach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know these next several weeks are going to fly by us and before I know it, it'll be August 1 and he'll be going to 2nd grade. Eeek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111780736170094089?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111780736170094089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111780736170094089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111780736170094089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111780736170094089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-655-am-and-ive-already-broken-out.html' title='It&apos;s 6:55 a.m. and I&apos;ve already broken out the Diet Pepsi'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111775329216926793</id><published>2005-06-01T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:46:01.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, blah, blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I showed off the book that we (er, I, as room mother) made for the teacher today for her end of the year class gift. Showed it to some of the class parents, a friend of mine, kiddo's Kindergarten teacher and my mother-in-law (she works in the office). Everyone was highly impressed with it and loved it. B's Kinder teacher - I had asked her what she thought of the idea and she said it sounded good, but apparently she didn't fully understand that it would be a hard cover, professionally bound book. MIL was also in awe and said, "All the teachers are going to want one". Yes, I'm all proud and happy. I couldn't be more pleased with how it turned out. For those who haven't heard of it before now, I had all the children draw a picture for the teacher, write some sentances for the teacher and asked the parents to send in photographs. Then I scanned, edited, etc. everything and made up the pages for a hardback, professionally bound book. You can do it through &lt;a href="http://www.sharedink.com/"&gt;Shared Ink&lt;/a&gt;. They are amazing! I was so shocked at how impressive it looked. Wow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother-in-law told me who kiddo is getting for his 2nd grade teacher. Apparently she had wanted him to get Mrs. Z and his first grade teacher also wanted him to have Mrs. Z - so that's who he's getting. Its very cool to know before school lets out who he's going to have. They don't let you know until the weekend before school starts. Having an insider is nice at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talked to kiddo's teacher ~ she said over the summer break to just work on his writing down what he wants to say more. This is a problem w/him -- when he was younger it was actually saying what he was thinking. In fact that was an issue just last year in Kindergarten. I'm pretty sure it's related to his CP that somehow the wires just get crossed. It makes him so mad, too. Poor kid. So we'll do that - no problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was so sweet, gave me a little gift (darling little vase with gold trim) and a very kind card. Just one and half more days left! We made plans to go to my Gran's house Friday after school gets out. Kiddo will 'swim' in the hot tub and I'll just sit around, drink Diet Pepsi and relax. I can't wait! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got all the teachers gifts wrapped (a candle for the reading teacher, a candle for kiddo's kinder teacher (we adore her, so got her a little something) and of course something for kiddo's teacher and then the class gift). Kiddo is almost done making the cards for everyone and I want to hand write a few notes out as well. So almost finished with all of that....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a total idiot today and didn't eat lunch before I left to pick kiddo up from school at 2:15. Then, we ended up staying at the school talking to people and stuff until 3 and then we went to the store. So it was after 4 before I ate again after having had a bowl of cereal for breakfast at 7 a.m. Why do I do that to myself?! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111775329216926793?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111775329216926793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111775329216926793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111775329216926793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111775329216926793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/06/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, blah, blah'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111757968640667667</id><published>2005-05-31T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:45:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace.com</title><content type='html'>Are you on MySpace.com? I am now and it's all &lt;a href="http://danasdirt.blogspot.com/"&gt;D*ana's &lt;/a&gt;fault. If you are too let me know. I feel rather pathetic with only 2 friends... I don't count that Tom dude. Ok, so I don't really care except it looks a little sad on my profile. :) Yennyway, if you're on there and read my blog - let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Check me out on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/justliss" target="_blank"&gt;MySpace!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111757968640667667?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111757968640667667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111757968640667667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757968640667667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757968640667667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/myspacecom.html' title='MySpace.com'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111757943505835730</id><published>2005-05-31T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:45:50.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived the dentist</title><content type='html'>and it wasn't so bad... I had been dreading the shot - but apparently he's really good at giving 'em and or it was my high pain threshold kicking in. Either way, yay. I'm as numb as a mother and it is so bizarre feeling (haven't been numb since I was 15 and had my wisdom teeth out). Cra-zay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111757943505835730?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111757943505835730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111757943505835730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757943505835730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757943505835730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-survived-dentist.html' title='I survived the dentist'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111757929626043246</id><published>2005-05-31T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:46:21.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/elliptical1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/200/elliptical1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely elliptical &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111757929626043246?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111757929626043246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111757929626043246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757929626043246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757929626043246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-lovely-elliptical.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111757932937705024</id><published>2005-05-31T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:46:25.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/elliptical2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/200/elliptical2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front view... yeah, that's my desk and chair in the background &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111757932937705024?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111757932937705024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111757932937705024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757932937705024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757932937705024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/front-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111757922528154949</id><published>2005-05-30T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:46:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive. No, really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well my husband actually put the elliptical together for me today! I slept in past him (amazing) and he got up, showered and started putting it together. :D It's huge. OMG. I mean, I saw it at Sears, but it seems so much bigger in our apartment. I've only just started to get things reorganized so there's room for the elliptical. Its in the place it will remain, but everything else isn't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just finished going through kiddo's First Grade school work. Everything he's brought home this last school year - wow. It's incredible how far he's come in a years time. Tomorrow it's back to the grind until Friday (the last day of school). Kiddo is so excited for school to get out. Compare that to last year where he was very upset about it. LOL He still loves school, but he now also welcomes a little break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucky me, I get to visit the dentist tomorrow morning. They're going to remove my old filling (only one I have) and replace it as it's really old. I am so not looking forward to it. I never used to dislike going to the dentist.... but now. Ugh. I don't wanna go. Thankfully after this I'm basically "caught up" on my dental stuff and only need the check up/cleaning every 6 months. I am probably going to have retainers made for myself though as my lower teeth are starting to go back to how they were. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you had a nice Memorial Day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111757922528154949?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111757922528154949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111757922528154949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757922528154949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111757922528154949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-alive-no-really.html' title='I&apos;m alive. No, really.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111619536174352014</id><published>2005-05-15T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:55:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weirdbabe.typepad.com/threadbared/"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; cracks me up to no end. They are too freakin' funny. They post images of vintage patterns and then make up stories for them. OMG. You must check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111619536174352014?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111619536174352014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111619536174352014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111619536174352014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111619536174352014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/hilarious-blog.html' title='Hilarious Blog'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111601718957345556</id><published>2005-05-13T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:55:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Quiz</title><content type='html'>A friend sent me this and I thought it was cute. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1106434373FPFD1300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/b&gt;. Your alter ego is Princess Aurora, a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty! You are beautiful and enchanting, and as sweet as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goofy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ariel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cruella De Ville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="19" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="13" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3049"&gt;Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111601718957345556?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111601718957345556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111601718957345556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111601718957345556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111601718957345556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/disney-quiz.html' title='Disney Quiz'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111595437834398671</id><published>2005-05-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:55:28.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This kid!</title><content type='html'>We're out to dinner last night for my mom's birthday. We're sitting there and she offers kiddo a bit of her brownie and ice cream sundae (the rest of us got root beer floats with our meals). He said his typical, &lt;em&gt;"Sure."&lt;/em&gt; Then he felt the need to explain it. He said all sweetly, &lt;em&gt;"That means yes. I'd like a bite, ok?"&lt;/em&gt; Good lord. So, I'm pimping out the kid now - if you need an education or words explained to you - I can hook you up. But good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving the other day into the valley. There are gorgeous green rolling hills with bushes and trees everywhere. Kiddo says, totally out of the blue, &lt;em&gt;"Those trees... they look like broccolis."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111595437834398671?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111595437834398671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111595437834398671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111595437834398671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111595437834398671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-kid.html' title='This kid!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111595362557762313</id><published>2005-05-12T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:55:26.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Working... I'll alert the media</title><content type='html'>Every wonder why men need a sign when they work? Yeah, me either - as it's painfully obvious. They're proud that they're working. I dunno 'bout you, but I've never seen a WOMEN WORKING sign. Ever. Why? We never stop working so what's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/liss98/sign.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is at least a little more like it. Use extreme caution around a man who is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/liss98/dangermenworking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111595362557762313?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111595362557762313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111595362557762313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111595362557762313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111595362557762313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/men-working-ill-alert-media.html' title='Men Working... I&apos;ll alert the media'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111592358538498364</id><published>2005-05-12T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:54:23.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Family Guy</title><content type='html'>It's horrible, irreverent and all around awful. I love it. I am amazed, stunned, horrified and tickled with every episode. Yay for Fox finally bringing it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/stewie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;Which Family Guy character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111592358538498364?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111592358538498364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111592358538498364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111592358538498364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111592358538498364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-3-family-guy.html' title='I &lt;3 Family Guy'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111567109989525257</id><published>2005-05-09T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:54:30.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.my.god. They're HORRIBLE!</title><content type='html'>Ack! I once had thoughts of being a teacher. After today - I will never think of that again. Holy hell. Those kids are HORRIBLE! Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in kiddo's class today doing a project with the kids for the teacher's end-of-the-year-gift. I had sent home packets with the kids and they were to do it at home. Well, half of them didn't. And I need it done NOW (the deadline was last Friday) so I can do my end, blah, blah. So I had to go in today and do it w/the ones who didn't do it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are so beyond terrible. I need some meds or something. Can you say frazzled?! Holy crap. If kiddo behaved like that I'd change my thinking on smacking/spanking him. Good lord. I feel for their parents... although they're like that, I'm sure, because their parents let them get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111567109989525257?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111567109989525257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111567109989525257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111567109989525257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111567109989525257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/ohmygod-theyre-horrible.html' title='Oh.my.god. They&apos;re HORRIBLE!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111562448044698375</id><published>2005-05-09T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:54:45.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy *ahem* (late) Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm late but I still hope all you Mom's had a really great Mother's Day. Because of my obsession with Google and their cute-sie holiday logo changes (among other things) here's what they had up for Mom's Day. Say it with me now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img153.echo.cx/img153/374/mothersday058tn.gif" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's Day was good. Hubby and the Kid came though in a big way. I felt, for the most part, undeserving as I'm having issues right now with my hormones being so out of whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday they both went shopping with a list I'd made up for them (per their request). I had no idea what they would choose from the list (or if they would even stick to the list). They did good. For real. Real good. Kiddo had made me a card a few days ago and he'd also made me a &lt;strong&gt;M-O-T-H-E-R&lt;/strong&gt; poster thing at school using each letter in the word MOTHER to say something really cute and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their shopping trip they made the following purchases. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img209.echo.cx/img209/401/mdaygifts6ku.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, a &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/browse.do?nav_keyword=body.massage&amp;product_detail_keyword=tbs.massager"&gt;roller massager from Bath &amp;amp; Body Works&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp?productId=prod160271&amp;categoryId=cat30002"&gt;The Body Shop Nut Foaming Bath&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp?productId=prod1000003&amp;amp;categoryId=cat30034"&gt;The Body Shop Hi-Shine Lip Treatment&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.prescriptives.com/templates/products/sp_shaded_color.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY3286&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD892"&gt;Prescriptives Lippity Split&lt;/a&gt;. Of course there are two lip products in there. Do my boys know me or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw our Mom's today... had brunch with my Mom and Grandmother (and other family) and had dinner with my husband's Mom (and Dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I cannot complain one little bit about my day. It was good. I am loved and frankly I couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days will be insane. I have a ton of work piling up here - plus I am supposed to be putting together the end-of-the-year-class-gift which is turning out to be a royal pain in the a$$ and taking a lot of time that I don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111562448044698375?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111562448044698375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111562448044698375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111562448044698375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111562448044698375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-ahem-late-mothers-day.html' title='Happy *ahem* (late) Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111527852368406173</id><published>2005-05-05T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:54:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help it.... proud mom moment</title><content type='html'>I'm a mom, I can't help it. I had to share this. Kiddo drew it months ago and I simply love it. It is the coolest thing ever. :) He drew it, in part, thanks to an &lt;a href="http://www.usborne.com/"&gt;Usborne&lt;/a&gt; book about drawing that we gave him for Christmas 2004. I believe it was the &lt;a href="http://www.usborne.com/generic_title.asp?Primary=389"&gt;"What Shall I Draw Today?"&lt;/a&gt; book. Anyway, this was done his first try and being the ridiculous perfectionist he is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(gee, wonder where he got that from?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he wasn't crazy about it. It wasn't good enough. The lines weren't straight, blah, blah. Whatever. I think it's awesome. It rocks. My kid is the bomb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I will shut up about my kid and go finish up some work so I can go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/640/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo's Castle &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111527852368406173?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111527852368406173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111527852368406173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111527852368406173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111527852368406173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-help-it-proud-mom-moment.html' title='I can&apos;t help it.... proud mom moment'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111524806838861612</id><published>2005-05-04T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:54:12.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The suck-fest that was yesterday</title><content type='html'>So I go to bed at a somewhat decent hour (well, decent for me anyway) Monday night. I lay there wide awake for 2 hours. No joke. I'm sick with a head cold, I had, at that point benadryl and codeine in me which normally knocks me right out. But no. Wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laying there awake for 2 hours it starts. Horrible, painful, piercing abdominal cramps. I mean it was baaaaaaaaaaaad. I end up in the bathroom several times. Finally it seems to stop and I am back in bed laying there awake. I toss and turn. I don't sleep. By the time the alarms start to go off I realize I had actually slept for maybe 20 min. here and there. I also realize I have a splitting headache that is verging on being a migraine. I realize there is no way I can safely drive my child to school. I realize I am pissed that they charge families for their children to ride the bus to school.... ok, so I've known that all year but I'm seeing now how badly it really sucks. Your kid cannot just ride the bus one morning to school. They need a bus pass which we don't have, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call the kid in sick for school. He comes in at 7:30 a.m. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Mom. We gotta hurry. It's already 7:30!"&lt;/span&gt; Damn him and his SpongeBob Alarm Clock. Damn him and knowing how to tell time now. I give him the news. I can't drive him to school. He's very upset, storms out of the room like his life is about to end. He cried, he's mad. He comes back in, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Mom. Can Dad drive me to school?"&lt;/span&gt; Dad is still in bed next to me, the bum. According to Dad, he can't do it or he'll be late to work. Never mind he's late to work every day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make sure the kid has food and I go back to bed. I toss and turn and sleep on and off until noon. I feel like hell embodied. I feel like I hadn't slept in weeks. Then it starts up again. The cramping, the bathroom trips. All day long this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did mostly succeed in doing nothing all day... but lemme tell ya. I'd rather have been up and feeling well that's for darn sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I actually did accomplish was I cleaned out the freezer and fridge and then washed it out, too. That was no easy task. My husband was complaining that it smelled like rotting veggies (it did) so there was no putting it off. I never did find where the smell was coming from. I tossed out the veggies, but they were all sealed in baggies and did not smell nasty. *sigh* An hour after the cleaning, it still smelled when you opened up the freezer. A few hours later the stink was gone. Irritating that I have no clue what caused it. No spills anywhere in there.... I mean, yeah, it was dirty and dusty and icky. But no stinky spots or spills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Now it's all nice and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning kiddo comes in to get milk for his cereal. He opens the fridge door and I hear him quietly gasp, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Whoa."&lt;/span&gt; Then he says, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Uh, mom. Did you throw everything away?" &lt;/span&gt;He's a sharp little bugger that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111524806838861612?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111524806838861612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111524806838861612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111524806838861612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111524806838861612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/suck-fest-that-was-yesterday.html' title='The suck-fest that was yesterday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111509222320362822</id><published>2005-05-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:53:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have to post this because I am so happy about it. Being the room mother/parent for my child's first grade class this year I was "in charge" of putting together out basket for the Annual Spring Auction. Our theme was Car Care, Travel &amp;amp; Safety. I had moments of concern that the other parents in the class wouldn't come through and donate an item (or two) or cash but in the end they did and how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up with a fabulous basket that was worth at least $455.00 and ended up selling for over $400.00. That's a lot - other class baskets were selling for much, much less (though they were worth less also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img196.echo.cx/img196/3039/thumbsup9gr.gif" width="23" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img196.echo.cx/img196/5535/thankyou8rd.gif" width="57" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111509222320362822?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111509222320362822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111509222320362822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111509222320362822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111509222320362822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111509156314617396</id><published>2005-05-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:53:26.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After doing laundry all afternoon, is it any wonder I forgot?</title><content type='html'>So, I did laundry all afternoon. I was very nearly impressed with myself. Then I made dinner even though I'm totally sick and wanted to drop into bed. &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/liss98/yu5.gif" /&gt; So, I'm telling the kid he needs to go get ready for bed and it hits me. He's out of his daily asthma med! Crap! I totally forgot to pick up his refill this afternoon. &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/liss98/banghead.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check online and am very thankful that Longs Drugs pharmacy is open until 10 p.m. Wooo! Super Mom (&lt;em&gt;that'd be me - ha&lt;/em&gt;) got the kid into bed and then rushed to the store get the meds and other needed items (milk, cereal, cookies... just the necessities LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so worn out its not even funny. Tomorrow I hope to accomplish next to nothing but I already have a feeling that I will fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111509156314617396?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111509156314617396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111509156314617396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111509156314617396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111509156314617396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/after-doing-laundry-all-afternoon-is.html' title='After doing laundry all afternoon, is it any wonder I forgot?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111498407769816630</id><published>2005-05-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:54:10.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you don't have anything nice to say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't say anything at all. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use that as my excuse for not posting for the last week or so. Or I could tell the truth - that I've just been crazy busy and have been too worn out at night to even consider rehashing and typing out all the stupid things people have said and done around me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure anyone really wants to hear about how our insurance company totally screwed us over, how a woman took her road rage out on me in the Mervyn's parking lot, how my kid puked and was home sick on Monday, how I went to the gyn on Monday for the issues I'm having, how I'm now sick with a head cold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? Right. Boring crap. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one bit of good news from last week is: after not going to the dentist for 11 years (did you gasp? Are you horrified?) I got a clean bill of mouth. No cavities, no plaque build up, no gum problems. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will get my butt to the dentist every 6 months from now until the day that we no longer have dental insurance. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111498407769816630?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111498407769816630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111498407769816630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111498407769816630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111498407769816630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-you-dont-have-anything-nice-to-say.html' title='&quot;If you don&apos;t have anything nice to say....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111498338869164911</id><published>2005-05-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:53:55.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Macaque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/640/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Japanese Macaque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but when I was in first grade we did not have to do research, take notes on 4x6 cards and do an "art" type project to go along with it ending in an oral report to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am amazed at what kids these days have to do. My kiddo was told to do his report on the monkey. Dude. did you know there are freakin' 20 or more types of monkey's? Yeah... so he's just doing it on the Japanese Macaque. In spite of my cynical self, I have to say it's been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this Kiddo is working on his project for this thing. He's making a collage of sorts. So long as it doesn't look like pure crap when he's done I might snap a photo and post it later. Now we're off to work on his 4x6 note cards. *eye roll*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111498338869164911?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111498338869164911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111498338869164911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111498338869164911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111498338869164911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/05/japanese-macaque.html' title='Japanese Macaque'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111407149659509878</id><published>2005-04-21T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:53:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy old woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sorry. I'm probably going to hell for laughing at this but I couldn't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Grandmother stuck in bathtub for five days /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After her rescue, 75-year-old celebrates with Coke and a cigarette"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/liss98/Coca-Cola-Logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I worked with the elderly for years and I realize this isn't funny... but I am totally picturing an old lady who told her whole family to go to hell when they said that, perhaps she ought to consider getting in home help. I mean, who else would ask for a smoke and a Coke after being lifted from a bathtub where they've been sitting for 5 days? Certainly not I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To make it a little more funny and to make me a little less evil for laughing... this wasn't even the first time she'd been stuck in the tub. Ha. Stubborn woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Read all about it &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7546770/?GT1=6428"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111407149659509878?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111407149659509878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111407149659509878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111407149659509878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111407149659509878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/crazy-old-woman.html' title='Crazy old woman!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111403858020599331</id><published>2005-04-20T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:58:52.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 17 Reasons Why Today Sucks ~ and some good crap, too</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Let the count down begin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 17 reasons why today has totally sucked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Having a terrible headache this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Not being able to sleep the headache off 'cuz people were pounding on my door non-stop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; People pounding on my door 'cuz the bathroom ceiling in the apartment under ours caved in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't stop thinking about falling through my own bathroom floor whilst on the john and or wet, freshly out of the shower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; My hormones are beyond wonky and my Dr. can't see me until Monday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I just might kill someone before I can see my Dr. on Monday with these hormones raging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; I dropped my store card in the check out; picked it up and dropped my ATM card, twice all in a matter of 90 seconds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Between all of this I feel like I'm buzzing and not in a good way... just in that, I might pass out in a moment and god I sure hope I do type of thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; My kid, who has been going to a special reading class - brings home a TON of extra homework today. Work that he is supposed to now do at home. Why? Because he's not in class while they do it. What's the point?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; People, in general suck and like to take issue with stupid things that don't matter. They need to be shot in the foot to remind them not to be stupid and annoying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; putting a Wendy's Jr. Cheeseburger Deluxe in the microwave to nuke it, in its wrapper and it burning, flicking burnt bits and flame around the inside of the microwave and then it shocking me when I went to turn the microwave off. Because um... Wendy's Jr. Cheeseburger Deluxe does not, apparently, come in a microwave safe wrapper. Whaddya know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Having to clean the bathroom tonight because the plumber will be here in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; People not doing what they said they would in relation to the Spring Auction Basket we're putting together. The cut off date is Friday (was supposed to be today) and our class basket is completely pathetic. C'mon folks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Snapping at my husband and kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Not getting to sleep at all... I am running on 3.5 hours of sleep (it's no wonder, huh?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; the headache that has come back. It was gone for most of the day but is back with a vengeance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Kiddo's asthma acting up something awful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And some good crap that happened today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Kiddo's friends mom took him home with her from school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I got a $400 check in the mail (and a pile of work, but the money is nice)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; The plumber will be here tomorrow morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;have an appointment for Monday and not for 4 weeks from now which is nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Nutter Butter Peanut Butter Cookies &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*mmmmm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Wendy's Frosty &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*delish*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; My kid is still cute and sweet even if I would have given him away tonight had someone come to the door asking. Tonight he said, &lt;em&gt;"Mom, I still love you no matter what. And I'm not gonna stop."&lt;/em&gt; Awww, he loves his bitch of a mom no matter what. Just melts ya, don't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Nice visit with kiddo's friends mom when I went to pick him up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Kiddo not being here this afternoon so I could be alone, not kill anyone and be here for the manager&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; my bed... I love my bed and I actually hope to get to lay in it sometime tonight... by 1 a.m. at least. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So, how was &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111403858020599331?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111403858020599331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111403858020599331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111403858020599331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111403858020599331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/top-17-reasons-why-today-sucks-and.html' title='Top 17 Reasons Why Today Sucks ~ and some good crap, too'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111388854471875235</id><published>2005-04-18T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:53:12.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Woman has a break down and takes a bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/super-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/200/super-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yeah, so I know that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Super Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;, not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Super Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;. Sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure like me; you have those days where you are unstoppable. You're getting so much crap done you even impress yourself. You're Wonder Woman, you're Super Woman, you're Super Mom. You're rocking the world and you rule. That was my day. I didn't get everything I needed to get done, done - but I did get a lot of things taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping (not the fun sort), Post Office, The Kid and his Homework, dinner (an elaborate dish that took a long time to make), strawberry shortcake, dishes (x3), laundry (x4) and work. Yup, I actually did real bonafide work that I get paid for. I got it finished even. Woo for me. Of course, I'm getting another batch on Wednesday but I'll enjoy this while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm completely &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;. My hormones are a complete and utter mess ~ just F.Y.I. I finally sat my butt down on the couch at 9 p.m. to watch &lt;a href="http://fox.com/24/"&gt;Jack my man on 24&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Yeah, I know his real name is Kiefer, but I love him as Jack and he said it's ok for me to call him that. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*snort*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;broke-down-can't-deal-with-it&lt;/span&gt; broke the hell down. My poor husband, bless him, comes over and just holds me after asking me, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt; Me: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"I don't know."&lt;/span&gt; So, I cry. He holds me. It's a real awww moment for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big crier. Like, not at all. But I am ready to drop and if my hormones don't get &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;straightened&lt;/span&gt; out soon I may end up committing homicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Woman needs a bath. Super Woman needs her lovely bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Super Woman - &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/640/1053619094_nishedJack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/1053619094_nishedJack1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack Bauer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/GeorgeMason/quizzes/Which%2024%20Character%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Which 24 Character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111388854471875235?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111388854471875235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111388854471875235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111388854471875235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111388854471875235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/super-woman-has-break-down-and-takes.html' title='Super Woman has a break down and takes a bath'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111387058965222879</id><published>2005-04-18T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:53:16.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advance 'Star Wars' Tickets Selling Out... dern!</title><content type='html'>Good heavens. My geek status is going down a bit because it hadn't even occurred to me to purchase advance tickets for Star Wars III just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=493&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ncid=762&amp;e=6&amp;amp;u=/ap/20050418/ap_en_mo/star_wars_sold_out"&gt;Advance 'Star Wars' Tickets Selling Out &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/640/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111387058965222879?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111387058965222879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111387058965222879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111387058965222879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111387058965222879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/advance-star-wars-tickets-selling-out.html' title='Advance &apos;Star Wars&apos; Tickets Selling Out... dern!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111381484421026381</id><published>2005-04-18T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:52:47.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreo's are awesome and last week sucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oreo's are awesome. That is all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/liss98/oreo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a thing to post after my &lt;em&gt;"I'm all gonna exercise regularly again"&lt;/em&gt; post... but seriously. Oreo's are, indeed, very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a week that you were just relieved it was over and you somehow survived? Yeah, me too. More often than I'd like. Last week was one of those. Sadly, this coming week has more crap for me to deal with so while I was glad last week ended I am hardly looking forward to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111381484421026381?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111381484421026381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111381484421026381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111381484421026381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111381484421026381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/oreos-are-awesome-and-last-week-sucked.html' title='Oreo&apos;s are awesome and last week sucked'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111381361014924714</id><published>2005-04-18T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:52:41.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about depressing....</title><content type='html'>I have been hit by motivation. The realization that if you want something, you have to make it happen. This time around it's the &lt;em&gt;get-healthy-work-out-and-lose-some-more-weight&lt;/em&gt; bug which means none other than needing some new stuff: shorts, shoes and sports bra. The first two are no problem, but that last one is what nightmares are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing full well that my drawer full of bras are totally worn out, worthless and no longer even fit me I had to take measurements of the girls. This is what gets me completely depressed. Sure, there are many women out there who pay big bucks for huge boobs. I, however, am not one of them. My girls are real and they have totally screwed up my back. I see a reduction in my future.... anyway - with measuring I was rather horrified to read the measurements. Typing the numbers into JCPenney.com's site they to try a, size way bigger than I thought I'd need. It's gonna take more than luck to find a bra that doesn't kill my back, under arms or shoulders and actually holds the girls up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.... now there's &lt;a href="http://www.hsn.com/cnt/prod/default.aspx?webp_id=1947199&amp;web_id=1947199&amp;amp;sz=0&amp;sf=in&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;dept=in0001&amp;cat=&amp;amp;subcat=&amp;gs=&amp;amp;attr=&amp;prev=hp%21sf%21dept&amp;amp;ocm="&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; which ~ honestly now - is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; gonna hold up with exercise? Yeah, I think not... but I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; diggin' the price. Maybe for an every day type of deal? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y107/liss98/bra1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the &lt;a href="http://www.enell.com/"&gt;Enell&lt;/a&gt; - loved by Oprah and others priced at a not so kind $54. Cripes. I am obviously in the wrong business. They're going for less on eBay... but dern! $47 plus shipping. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, basically, screwed. I have to cave and buy something that will work. I'm used to spending a crazy amount on a bra because even when I'm smaller, I'm not nearly small enough to buy anything in Victoria's Secret, which means I'm not small enough to buy any $10-$15 bra elsewhere. &lt;em&gt;Le sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. I'm going to have to hit the mall tomorrow to see what's local (which will be nothing I'm sure). That will bring on another wave of depression... but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do and what's the point in ordering something online if I'm not even sure it will fit. I'll at the very least make sure that I do, indeed, need a bra that big. Do they even call them bra's at that enormous size?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111381361014924714?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111381361014924714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111381361014924714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111381361014924714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111381361014924714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/talk-about-depressing.html' title='Talk about depressing....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111353755941965779</id><published>2005-04-14T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:52:31.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you going to hell? are you like Velma? or both?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/nsd1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/200/nsd1502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jinkies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This story of hell and Velma brought to you by my 7-year-old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked him up from school today and he starts off asking, &lt;em&gt;"Mom. If you say hell, does that mean that you're going there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"No. Why?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on to explain that he was told, by Christian and Drew (classmates) that if he said hell he would go there. So I give the whole - people believe different things and here's what your dad and I believe speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we're all hanging out and I relay to my husband kiddo's and my conversation in the car. He smiled. Kiddo overheard us talking and piped in, completely serious with, "&lt;em&gt;Yeah, it's like Christian thinks he's like Velma or something. He thinks he knows everything....like Velma."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; hold it in. This was too funny! My husband and I start laughing quietly... then can't hold back and really let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bedtime, I fix kiddo's blankets for him and he says something to which I reply, &lt;em&gt;"Yes, but I don't think I'm Velma - I know I'm Velma. I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; know everything."&lt;/em&gt; He laughs and comes right back with, &lt;em&gt;"No you're not; you don't know mysteries."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heat up my husband's dinner and ask him if he's going to want Ranch to dip his grilled chicken breast pieces in. He looks perplexed. I say, &lt;em&gt;"It's not a trick question."&lt;/em&gt; He replies, &lt;em&gt;"Yes, it is. You're supposed to be like Velma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a feeling that this whole &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Velma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing will be around our home for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111353755941965779?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111353755941965779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111353755941965779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111353755941965779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111353755941965779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/are-you-going-to-hell-are-you-like.html' title='Are you going to hell? are you like Velma? or both?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111326227903066236</id><published>2005-04-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:52:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! A fake Louis that isn't trying to fool anyone.</title><content type='html'>It's an epidemic. The fake &lt;a href="http://www.vuitton.com/"&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/a&gt; purses, bags, key chains and wallets are everywhere. For those of us who can easily spot one - we know the knock offs have gotten out of hand. It's not that I own a real (or fake) Louis. Nope, sorry. If I even had that kind of cash, I most certainly would not waste it on a bag for heavens sake. I just had too much time on my hands one day and found &lt;a href="http://www.hisremnant.org/Vuitton/fakes1.html"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; which is highly informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hate-hate&lt;/span&gt; phony Louis thing happening. So today when I saw that finally, someone had come up with a knock off that was proud to be just that. A knock off that wasn't even attempting to fool anyone - I immediately loved the blatant honesty of it all. What a total riot and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/fake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/200/fake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more and or buy one of these &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;in-your-face-fake &lt;/span&gt;Louis &lt;a href="http://www.mindwhatyouwear.com/bags.html"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111326227903066236?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111326227903066236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111326227903066236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111326227903066236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111326227903066236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-fake-louis-that-isnt-trying-to.html' title='Finally! A fake Louis that isn&apos;t trying to fool anyone.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111299030093390889</id><published>2005-04-08T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:52:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so addicted to my Blog... plus crazy people that crack me up</title><content type='html'>Was I the only one who was unable to do jack where Blogger was concerned last night? I couldn't post any thing new, post or read comments. I was going a bit batty. How sad that I'm already this addicted... I wouldn't have been so bad except I desperately needed to get that story of the crazy Bank Day woman out of my mind and couldn't. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*looks around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so hilarious crazy people time. Have you heard of the Star Wars fans who are already lined up outside a theater waiting for the new &lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com/episode-iii/"&gt;Star Wars movie&lt;/a&gt;? You can read about the crazy people &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;amp;u=/afp/20050408/ts_alt_afp/afplifestyleusfilmstarwars_050408081515"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah.... so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; The movie doesn't open until May 19. That is more than a month away people. Do they not have jobs?! I only wish I could sit outside a theater for over a month. Not that I would, mind you. I'd do other things with my time. I just wish I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;What really made me laugh... come to find out, the theater they were waiting at isn't even going to be showing the new Star Wars flick. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Wait for it.... it gets better... when they found out that the new Star Wars flick wouldn't be playing there, did they leave? Nope. They're determined to stay there. Now that is comedy people! Hilarious stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my husband about this last night and his response was: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"What state was this?" &lt;/span&gt;Me: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Um.... sadly dear it's our state, California."&lt;/span&gt; No shocker there, really. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the full truth is - the theater is &lt;a href="http://www.manntheatres.com/chinese/index.htm"&gt;Grauman’s famous Chinese Theater&lt;/a&gt; in Hollywood which is apparently (like I'd know this even though I'm a big geek myself) a huge Star Wars hang out for weeks prior to the movie releases. Apparently the previous movies premiered and showed there. Still, do you honestly assume something like that? Camp out in front of a building prior to verifying that the movie is even going to show there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I guess I am just not a committed Star Wars fan. I would have been prior to the last two movies, but now... I am just not sure how I'll handle watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0159789/"&gt;Hayden Christensen&lt;/a&gt; present the cheese in his voice... it grates on my nerves and makes me want to run away screaming. In Hayden's defense, I did see him in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0264796/"&gt;Life as a House&lt;/a&gt; and thought he was perfect in that role. But for Anakin? Just... no. What was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000184/"&gt;George&lt;/a&gt; thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111299030093390889?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111299030093390889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111299030093390889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111299030093390889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111299030093390889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-so-addicted-to-my-blog-plus-crazy.html' title='I am so addicted to my Blog... plus crazy people that crack me up'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111294002943816102</id><published>2005-04-07T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:51:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with people?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sell crazy some place else -- we're all stocked up here&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jack Nicholson, As Good As It Gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Holy....... I'm so pissed. I know, it's nothing I should even let rent space in my head, so let me get it all out here and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kiddo's school, like many others, has Bank Day. Bank Day is sponsored by Washington Mutual Bank. It's just a fun way for kids to save up their money in an account, learn about buying, saving, spending all while earing a fun toy or item every week to every other week. It's free for the kids and the school. It's pretty cool. My kid likes it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, many weeks ago I get a call asking me if I'd be willing to help out because it was down to just one mom doing it and if she had to keep doing it alone she was going to stop altogether. Understandable, right? Absolutely. So I said, yes. (I'm learning to stop saying yes.... fairly quickly after this school year, too, lemme tell ya.... I'm room mom... a mistake I won't make again) Fine. So that next Friday morning I showed up at the school at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="11" minute="0"&gt;11 a.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt; as I was told. I sat and I waited. And waited. And waited. The gals in the office said,&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "Oh yeah, she was all worried you wouldn't be here since she tried to call you and left messages and you hadn't called her back&lt;/span&gt;." All of that is, for a fact, a big, ugly, nasty lie. Had she called me, I would have known. She'd called me before so I know she doesn't block caller ID. I have caller ID, so I know who calls me and when. She hadn't left even &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; message on my machine. This really bugged me that she had said this crap, but whatever. Perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding. Stuff happens, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm waiting and waiting.... finally at &lt;st1:time hour="11" minute="30"&gt;11:30 a.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt; the other gal shows up. Ok, whatever. Stuff happens. I've been late a few times in my life, too. We do Bank Day for the kids.... we're mostly just sitting on our asses for a few hours in the office. Boring stuff. There was maybe 5 minutes were, yes, it was nice that there were two of us -- otherwise, what was I doing there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week I'm sick. Very sick, actually. I've got a fever and everything. I hadn't really slept because of a cough that was keeping me up at night. So what? I can deal. I mean, it's for the kids, they love Bank Day - so I get up, I get ready. Then I get a call from the school's office -- NOT from the woman who does Bank Day -- telling me that the gal who does Bank Day called THEM and said she wasn't going to do it that day. Niiiiiiiiiice. Yes, I was pissed off. In a big way. I was sick, I got up to go when I could have been in bed sleeping which I really needed being sick and all. At this point I no longer feel like stuff happens and that I should just shrug it all off. I'm pretty pissed at how this woman handles things. Maybe it's me and I'm just too Type A -- but c'mon. Lets be considerate of other people's time. Show enough respect for them that you frickin' let them know if they don't need to show up for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next two weeks I was unable to do Bank Day. I told her way ahead of time that I wouldn't be there as I had made previous commitments long before. The two weeks after that were Spring Break, so I had 4 weeks off. She never called me for that first Friday back at school (which would be a week ago -- April 1) so I didn't show up. Why should I? I'm sorry, but going to the school (which is not right down the street) is a big chunk of my time if I don't need to be there. She's upset apparently that I didn't show up. Um, ok. She then says that I should be there every week unless I hear otherwise. Ok. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what takes the frick-frakin' cake people. Oh.my.gawd. I know, I know... let it out, get over it and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just now get an e-mail from my mother in law (she works in the school office) to tell me to tell my son that he doesn't need to bring any cash in tomorrow because there will be no Bank Day. Holy hell. Holy shit. I'm pissed. Ya wanna know why? Because I saw this woman TODAY at the school. Because when I saw her she was all, "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Make sure you're there tomorrow. I won't be there, but two other moms will be&lt;/span&gt;." F-cktastic. So, had my MIL not been the kind of person she is and told me to let my kid know not to being money tomorrow -- I'd have freakin' showed up without a clue that there was no Bank Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm done. They can close down Bank Day at the school. I don't care. It's way too unorganized. It cuts into my time way too much just for nonsense. Taking up my time for the children? That's fine with me, but some crazy a$$ woman who should seek professional help? Yeah...no. Just no. I would much rather go back to volunteering in my child's classroom one afternoon a week, ya know? At least his teacher isn't batty and I like seeing the kids learn and interact with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be done with this woman. She makes me want to hurt myself to make it stop and that's never a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Ok, yeah, I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;* as the night wore on I got a couple more e-mails from my mother in law. Apparently, this woman does this with everyone, not just me. Hum.... maybe &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why she was working Bank Day by herself? Geez. Ya think?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111294002943816102?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111294002943816102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111294002943816102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111294002943816102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111294002943816102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-is-wrong-with-people.html' title='What is wrong with people?!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111282959892152136</id><published>2005-04-06T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:52:08.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a dull moment....</title><content type='html'>Kiddo did something to his leg a couple days ago. Yesterday morning I was ready to ship him off; he acted like he was dying from a pulled and or sore muscle. This morning, however - he cracked me up about said leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got out of bed, came out and said, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Mom, my leg is going boom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Him:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "You know boom, like in and out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "Ohhhh, it's throbbing." *clenching and unclenching my fist to show him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; "Yeah. But only when I walk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good. So only when you walk. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*eye roll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That was this morning. This afternoon, I pick him up from school as usual and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the mom's says to me, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"XXXX said that there were police out here with guns out so they weren't allowed to get out of class."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"What?! Wow, I hadn't heard anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk for a moment about how we saw a cop car over at the mini mart, parked outside with its flashers on. We didn't see a cop and didn't think much of it.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law happens to work in the school office, so I ask her about it... on our way from kiddo's classroom to the office one of kiddo's classmates yells out to him, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Xxxxxx! There were cops over at the Mini-Mart. They had guns out; a kid stole some stuff and they busted him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;According to my mother in law.... the police (it's actually Military Police) were called because some kid grabbed something, said he had to go to the bathroom and instead bolted and jumped over the fence. The cops were out hiding, guns drawn, in the bushes and trees waiting to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school only found out about it why? Nope, not because the MP's called them to warn them. [This happened at 2:05 p.m., the school, which is maybe 100 feet from the Mini Mart, lets out at 2:15 p.m.], Nope, the police didn't call, but thankfully two parents saw what was going on and told them to be sure and not let any children out until it was over. Holy hell. Yes, I'm pissed! Not that the MP's were out with guns drawn. But because they didn't call the school to let them know to keep the kids inside and safe. Oh.my.god. The more I think about it the more pissed I become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you wanna know what's really rich? The MP's said the reason they didn't call the school to tell them was - get this - they didn't know the school was so close.* Um, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt; You can f---ing see the school from the stupid Mini Mart! Only probably a good 200+ children walk past the Mini Mart on their way home from school. Yeah, no biggie. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*argh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not in their defense - but the MP's were from the Presidio (no, not the one in SF) while Kiddo's school is on a military housing development and not a military base. Still - they had to / should have known where exactly the school was. I'm sorry. There are 600 children at that school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &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/11247322-111282959892152136?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111282959892152136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111282959892152136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111282959892152136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111282959892152136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-dull-moment.html' title='Never a dull moment....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11247322.post-111274533153121231</id><published>2005-04-05T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:51:42.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest easy world - I got my new lip glosses</title><content type='html'>The world can stop worrying because I made it to the &lt;a href="http://www.clinique.com/"&gt;Clinique&lt;/a&gt; counter and they finally had the new &lt;a href="http://www.clinique.com/templates/products/sp_shaded.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY8741&amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD7532&amp;amp;cm_re=HP-_-LMW-_-ImpossiblyGlossy"&gt;Colour Surge Impossibly Glossy&lt;/a&gt; lip glosses in. They're purdy! Since the Clinique GWP (gift with purchase) was still going on, I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to buy two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my pathetically thin lips modeling them. As you can see I bought Peach Goddess and Beach Bunny. Totally not feeling Beach Bunny as it just looks like clear sparkly gloss on my lips and I've got plenty of those. Peach Goddess however, it gow-geous, dah-ling. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt; it! They are way prettier in person. They have this shimmer and sparkle that is so fabulous. The sparkle is not over the top nor is it thirteen. Just pretty. Ahhhh... happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pics and info: see my &lt;a href="http://makeupissues.blogspot.com/"&gt;makeup only blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/640/glosslipswatches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(102,102,102) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/4131/320/glosslipswatches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11247322-111274533153121231?l=glossthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/feeds/111274533153121231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11247322&amp;postID=111274533153121231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111274533153121231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11247322/posts/default/111274533153121231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glossthis.blogspot.com/2005/04/rest-easy-world-i-got-my-new-lip.html' title='Rest easy world - I got my new lip glosses'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879919714806081941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WZ6rRDVlHE/TiEndlNcZbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BOA1B3xaBmQ/s220/newhair2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
