<?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-27751166</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:45:42.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or so I'm told...</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my blog! I needed an avenue for venting so this is the route I chose. I didn't have the money for a shrink, but hopefully this will be a less painful and cheaper way of breaking down some walls. 
Happy Reading!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-3487679768604028936</id><published>2009-03-20T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:50:03.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time....</title><content type='html'>Since i've posted anything that is.... just haven't had time or the energy or anything kind of initiative to post anything.. need to get back in the game... lots has been going on.. had another child, separated from my husband, etc... so anyway, another post to come shortly.. not that i really have any readers out in blogland but who cares.. i get to vent this way :) and don't have to hassle any of my co-workers w/ drama in the process :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-3487679768604028936?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/3487679768604028936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=3487679768604028936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/3487679768604028936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/3487679768604028936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time....'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-7389339745852574537</id><published>2007-05-23T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:13:28.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/OplCommandServlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/OplCommandServlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I lost a dear friend of mine. No it's not the average type of friend, but still a loyal friend nonetheless. My wonderful dog and companion Chloe had to be put down today. I noticed last night that she had chewed all of her fur off her hip and that she wouldn't get up. So, I had my husband check on her and he said he didn't think she would make it through the night. She was really mopey and wouldn't eat. She looked fine Monday to me. Needless to say, when he got home today she wasn't responsive and just laid there. The spot on her hip worse than before. He rushed her to the vet and was told that she had gone into Catastrophic Kidney Failure. Even if they flushed her veins and pumped her kidneys she only had a 30% chance to make it. It just sucks cause she was part of the family. I have had her for close to 6 years and she was my baby. I will always remember her and she will always have a special part of my heart. Sorry if this sounds stupid to anyone but she was part of the family and it's like losing someone that you have taken care of and cared for. SO, I wanted to give her a memorial on my blog and just vent and cry and let it all out. Sorry the post is a downer, but I had to write about her. I had to give her a place in my blog all her own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in Memory of my dear Chloe: Gone but will never be forgotten. November 2001-May 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/0313071920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/0313071920.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/27751166-7389339745852574537?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/7389339745852574537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=7389339745852574537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7389339745852574537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7389339745852574537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory...'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-607077468042675867</id><published>2007-05-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:35:40.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy.......or girl???!!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.veer.com/IMG/TIMG/PHP/PHP3040400_T.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was feeling under the weather last Wednesday through Friday and had to leave work early those days. It was weird cause I had the symptoms of a stomach virus but instead of being pale while feeling nauseous I was flushed and i mean bright red flushed. It dawned on me Thursday night that I was flushed when nauseous when I was pregnant with Nathan but surely this wasn't pregnancy...or was it? Me and the hubby have been trying for some time now but I never thought it would happen this quickly after pouring my heart out to the doctor that something might be wrong. So on my instincts I picked up a test at the local store and rushed home to take it Thursday night. No bells, or whistles or neon signs to alert me to what was going on..just a faint little plus sign!!!!!! Okay so I though but what if it is just a false positive. I went to the doctor yesterday and did a test there and she came back in the room carrying 3 packs of vitamins! I AM PREGNANT!!!! :) Only about 4 weeks and the only reason I know this soon is because of the sick issue last week and having a hunch. So anyway, i will probably be due around the end of January. I will have to post more later. I am super exhausted and just wanted to let everyone that reads this know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-607077468042675867?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/607077468042675867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=607077468042675867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/607077468042675867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/607077468042675867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-boyor-girl.html' title='Oh boy.......or girl???!!!?'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-2239959682878379302</id><published>2007-04-23T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:11:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me...well me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_10DA59D2.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57540F5B.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BCEEB04.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-CB873F5.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-39EF8686.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2F50C3FA.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5562BF4.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1B4C950E.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=248595-fc1c&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5" bgcolor="#000000" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=248595-fc1c&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&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/27751166-2239959682878379302?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/2239959682878379302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=2239959682878379302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/2239959682878379302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/2239959682878379302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-makes-mewell-me.html' title='What makes me...well me!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-8457555011894254504</id><published>2007-04-22T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:36:50.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My family, my trip, and lots of fun!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so i redid this post after i found out the pics couldn't be seen hopefully they can be now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I now have pics of the puppies and as promised earlier these are clear!! Check out my two pooches--Roxie the Boxer and Chloe the Rott!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went on a trip to Georgetown, SC to visit my aunt and uncle. We had a blast!! We walked on the boardwalk in downtown Georgetown and Nathan got to look at all the boats! Check out my little man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a "Pirate Ship" that gives tours of the waterway!! It is so cool in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love historical places. Anyway, I have lost 12.5 lbs since March 26 and I feel so much better already! i am now in a pair of jeans that I couldn't wear when i bought them thanks to the 1" that I have lost in the waist!!! Well, that is enough for now So i hope everyone is doing okay and is havinga good weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-8457555011894254504?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/8457555011894254504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=8457555011894254504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8457555011894254504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8457555011894254504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-family-my-trip-and-lots-of-fun.html' title='My family, my trip, and lots of fun!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-5365441057635737648</id><published>2007-04-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:47:45.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times!!</title><content type='html'>Well I redid this post as well so that hopefully the pics will come thru this time :) enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture0441-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture0441-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my family and I had a wonderful Easter as I hope everyone else did! Check out little man before church!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my mom's and had an egg hunt w/ my niece, nephew, brother, sis-in-law, and aunt.!!! Nathan had a blast...check him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture069-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Picture069-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note I can finally download pics from my camera!!! Score one for me! Yeah! And on an even better note i have lost 11 lbs in 3 weeks on Weight Watchers. So that is going better than I thought it would. Hope everyone is doing well! Will have more later..it is late right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-5365441057635737648?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/5365441057635737648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=5365441057635737648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5365441057635737648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5365441057635737648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-times.html' title='Good Times!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-4200904007738701880</id><published>2007-04-02T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T06:29:14.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.5 Down...65.5 to go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/AYP/AYP1203078_P.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/AYP/AYP1203078_P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an update!!! I have lost 4.5 lbs since Wednesday! Just a start but hey it's a start.  I am actually enjoying the diet... well Weight Watchers. I had a bowl of grapes and strawberries this morning w/ a cup of WW yogurt. And I am on my 2nd bottle of water already! Saturday I went out to eat and I had a grilled porkchop, w/ steamed veggies, and a baked potato w/ the butter on the side. I can't believe I am actually doing pretty good on this thing.  Granted, if you are really big like me you usually lose a good bit the 1st week because of all the fluid but I am not letting that discourage me. Just happy that i have lost some. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-4200904007738701880?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/4200904007738701880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=4200904007738701880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/4200904007738701880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/4200904007738701880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/04/45-down655-to-go.html' title='4.5 Down...65.5 to go!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-7966986927557097260</id><published>2007-03-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:51:48.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it to Mikey...He'll eat it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/DVP/DVP2093015_P.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/DVP/DVP2093015_P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so over the last few years I have gotten to a point w/ my weight that I can no longer stand!!! I just look at myself and think UGH!!!! hence the title of the post. I am truly Mikey anymore just shoveling in the food whether I am humgry or not. It's like my stomach tells me I have to have it. whatever it is. My husband tells me I am beautiful the way I am-fat and all. He likes that I am curvy, and I like some of my curves; however instead of being just voluptuous anymore I have gone overboard. Plus I know that age puts on weight sometimes but come on I am only 28. I want to be 120 lbs again, wearing a size 4 but my doc says NO WAY!! she only wants me down to 140 at the most so here I go on my journey to lose 68 lbs. And hey at least it isn't 168 lbs to lose. I just have to take it one day at a time. So, tomorrow I start Weight Watchers. I am doing the Core program which is more convenient for me than the points system. I get to eat lots of stuff I actually like and try new things. Like tonight I tried raspberries for the first time in my life (yes i have had raspberry flavored stuff but never fresh raspberries) and I loved them! And i can have all the fresh fruit i want. I also didn't know that I liked raw carrots and they are actually really good. So anyway, wish me luck on the weight loss thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-7966986927557097260?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/7966986927557097260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=7966986927557097260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7966986927557097260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7966986927557097260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/03/give-it-to-mikeyhell-eat-it.html' title='Give it to Mikey...He&apos;ll eat it!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-8667682352142319983</id><published>2007-03-13T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:43:33.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics as promised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/0313071920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="179" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/0313071920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/0313071921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="191" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/0313071921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/0313071925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="158" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/0313071925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the new baby and my rottweiler Chloe playing outside and pics of them by themselves. Sorry for the blurriness but I grabbed my phone while i had the chance. hopefully I will have better ones soon! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-8667682352142319983?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/8667682352142319983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=8667682352142319983' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8667682352142319983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8667682352142319983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/03/pics-as-promised.html' title='Pics as promised!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-3872470263082393810</id><published>2007-03-11T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T05:34:20.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!!!</title><content type='html'>No, I am not pregnant (yet), but we do have a new member to our family!!!! My husband bought me a boxer puppy yesterday that I chose to name Roxie!!! She is so precious! Pics of course to come shortly!!! She is 12 wks old and just the cutest little thing. We now have a Rottweiler named Chloe, Roxie, and 3 yard cats- Rex, Twix, and Toby! Good thing we decided to fence in the back yard, now they can run and play together. We figured Chloe needed more company than just the cats who choose to sleep with her in her doghouse at night..lol. Anyway, like I said I will be posting pics of the "animal house" later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-3872470263082393810?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/3872470263082393810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=3872470263082393810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/3872470263082393810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/3872470263082393810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-9213674688725042820</id><published>2007-02-16T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:23:03.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doc's Verdict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.horchow.com/products/mn/HCB7734_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.horchow.com/products/mn/HCB7734_mn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, from the picture you might have guessed it--the doc has put me on bedrest for 2 weeks with my ankle. Seems that my ankle has become infected where I had the surgery. That is why it has been swelling and why the skin is abnormally red around the incision. Well, that's just great huh?! The doctor said I had been on it entirely too much and I told him that at work they wouldn't let me really prop it up, plus he told me that after a weekend of not being on it at all it would be fine and that I could go back to work. Guess I should've asked for the week after the surgery off but I was going on what he said. I didn't realize that it was excruciatingly painful to walk on it cause it was infected, I just figured it was from it healing. So, anyway, the stitches are out and I am out of work for 2 weeks. I am on 2000 mg of amoxicillin a day plus 10 mg of percocet for the pain. I just wish that my 3 yr old understood that mommy can't get up when he wants me to right now but of course he doesn't cause he is only 3. So, I stay off of it while he is at daycare and then when he gets home I just grin and bear it. :) Guess I will be able to catch up on the tivo'd stuff..lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the midst of all of this I have managed to piss off the Vice President of the Special Loans dept. She sent me an email wanting to know why I changed something on an account and she sent the email while I was out. So I didn't answer her, I just waited till my boss got back into town to see what I should do. I told her yesterday what happened and she informed me to reply back and let her know that I was having it handled since I was on LOA. So I did and not 2 seconds later another email came to me from the VP and she says ( in a really pissed off tone) that if I was on LOA then I should have my out of office message on and have all emails referred to my manager and I shouldn't be checking and handling emails from home. Nothing in the way of "oh I hope you feel better or sorry to hear your ankle is worse than before" so yeah lover her too..lol. WTF!!! whatever. I did have the out of office thing on and I did what I was told to do by my manager. I called my manager to let her know that the VP was pissed at me and she said yeah I shouldn't be checking them while out on LOA. Okay whatever, you just told me to do it and now I shouldn't? Anyway, so I should have more time these next two weeks to post and to check on everyone else's posts :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-9213674688725042820?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/9213674688725042820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=9213674688725042820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/9213674688725042820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/9213674688725042820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/02/docs-verdict.html' title='The Doc&apos;s Verdict'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-5364161911818394311</id><published>2007-02-14T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:43:28.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                          &lt;a title="Myspace Graphics" href="http://www2.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.123glitter.com/graphics-gallery/valentines-graphics/14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful V-Day!!  Mine was alright I guess. This is the 3rd day in a row that I am having to sit at home. My ankle started swelling really badly at work the other day and I got sent home. So i called the doctor to see if he could see me any sooner than Thursday and he couldn't but ordered me to stay off my foot till he could see me. I am worried about what he's going to say tomorrow. It just worries me that I have excessive swelling in my ankle and foot that I just had surgery on and that the side of my ankle keeps burning. But I will just have to have faith that everything will be all right. Sorry I haven't posted since before my surgery I just haven't had the time. The surgery actually went well, especially when I got my "happy juice" right before the "gurney journey" into the OR :) It was like liquid Valium. The strongest thing I have ever had is Morphine and that was with a C-Section. Anyway, that was some good stuff.  Also wanted to thank everyone for their thoughts before the operation. It meant alot!!!!!!!! I will keep everyone posted on what the doc has to say tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-5364161911818394311?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/5364161911818394311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=5364161911818394311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5364161911818394311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5364161911818394311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/02/titlemyspace-graphics-hrefhttpwww2.html' title=''/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-5644758227550696744</id><published>2007-01-30T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:55:59.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did that happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/AFP/AFP0001871_P.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="153" alt="" src="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/AFP/AFP0001871_P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title of my post has to do with my doctor's visit last Monday. For the last 2 years i have been having problems with my left ankle. I couldn't put pressure on the outside of my ankle, or prop it up, or basically even touch it without it throbbing. I could feel something in my ankle but kept brushing it off. Well finally I went to the doc and he thought it was a cyst and didn't want to mess with it so he sent me to the foot doctor. I got there and he took x-rays and came into the room and proceeded to ask me what I had hit it on. Well nothing that i could think of. So, he tells me that what is in my ankle is a tiny piece of bone. YEP!! how'd that happen? I am flabbergasted at this moment. Needless to say he proceeded to tell me that I would have to have it removed in order for the pain to go away. He lets me know that he can do that for me in the office. UMMM, no! So i will be having surgery Friday morning to have this piece of a bone chip removed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I had a child, went thru 9 1/2 hrs of labor w/ no meds, then finally had to have a c-section and i am telling you that I am still a wimp when it comes to seeing someone cut on me. Give me the medical channel anyday with any kind of surgery and I will watch all of that but no thanks on seeing my own, or knowing anything about a needle coming near me...lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wish me luck!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I apologize for not keeping up lately with everyones' posts. My new job (well the new dept i am in) is great but it is a lot more than I am used to. A LOT!!! My manager has me doing a ton of projects for her plus i am already training a few people (why she thinks I am capable of that i don't know because I am new to the area also). Anyway, needless to say I have been pulling long hours the past 2 weeks. Hopefully I will catch up with everyone soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-5644758227550696744?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/5644758227550696744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=5644758227550696744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5644758227550696744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5644758227550696744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-did-that-happen.html' title='How did that happen?'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-1156184019693564722</id><published>2007-01-18T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:01:11.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you say?</title><content type='html'>This might not be funny to some people but I had to share what my son said the other night as I was putting him to bed. See, whenever I get upset I have a tendency to sigh really loud so my son has started mimicking me to which I will reply "don't huff and puff at me". Well, the other night he wouldn't listen so I sighed at him and he turned and looked at me and said "Are you huffing puppy at me?". It was too cute and me and my hubby just cracked up. Just one of those things that only a child could say to make you laugh.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-1156184019693564722?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/1156184019693564722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=1156184019693564722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/1156184019693564722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/1156184019693564722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-did-you-say.html' title='What did you say?'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-3472074565059922096</id><published>2007-01-14T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:53:24.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Questions</title><content type='html'>Well, I was visiting &lt;a href="http://www.southwardho.blogspot.com"&gt;Carol's&lt;/a&gt; blog tonight and caught site of this question meme. I love these things. don't know why I just do. Hope you enjoy it and feel free to steal it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! It should be unlawful to be up at this hour w/ a 3 yr old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm in my jammies, so nothing at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you label yourself?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood but usually slightly lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Why is there always a missing question?&lt;br /&gt;So you always have something to ask about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What does your watch look like?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;just getting to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Where is your nearest 7-11? Actually it's an Exxon (about a block from my house)and right across the street is another store - we don't have 7 11's here in SC--that i know of anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What’s a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;My son when I tucked him in..."night mommy, love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;My cats Toby and Twix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.How many rolls of film do you need developed?&lt;br /&gt;only one since I just got a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;I liked my early 20's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;right now some of my in laws &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;Told my son to close his eyes and go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;"how to save a life" by the fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What time of day were you born?&lt;br /&gt;2:40 am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;br /&gt;Usually swear at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Do you consider yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - I'm an easy mark for a cute face or a sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What’s your life motto?&lt;br /&gt;don't have one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-3472074565059922096?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/3472074565059922096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=3472074565059922096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/3472074565059922096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/3472074565059922096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/01/silly-questions.html' title='Silly Questions'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-5302975045006057941</id><published>2007-01-10T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:00:04.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C Box!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I was over at &lt;a href="http://www.southwardho.blogspot.com"&gt;Carol's&lt;/a&gt; blog tonight and saw this really cool new thing she has on hers. It is called a C box and you can leave me comments anytime without having to leave a comment on any of my posts. Love it!! If you go to the right hand side of the blog and look under the links you will see it.   Thanks Carol!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-5302975045006057941?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/5302975045006057941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=5302975045006057941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5302975045006057941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5302975045006057941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/01/c-box.html' title='C Box!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-4657855398019383274</id><published>2007-01-05T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:09:29.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whatdigitalcamera.com/albums/Canon-Powershot-S3-1S/Canon_Powershot_S3.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://whatdigitalcamera.com/albums/Canon-Powershot-S3-1S/Canon_Powershot_S3.sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a good New Year's!!! I have been super swamped with work lately hence the delay in posting. Love the new area I work in. We have to deal with the daily interest rates for the ARM home loans and it is really interesting. Alot better than the old dept I was in. Anyway, I had a fantastic Christmas. Hubby bought me a Canon S3 IS powershot digital camera for Christmas. I asked for a new mixer but he knew I wanted the camera more. I just never could bring myself to spend that kind of money on me, so he did it for me. I was so surprised. Now i can shoot video of my son, and pictures. It is 6 megapixels, w/ 12x zoom. Love it love it love it.  I posted a pic of one to the side :) When I figure out the stuff on it I will have pics galore online..lol. Anyway, just wanted to touch base and wish everyone a belated happy new year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-4657855398019383274?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/4657855398019383274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=4657855398019383274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/4657855398019383274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/4657855398019383274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-5822662468803133816</id><published>2006-12-23T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:19:10.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My son looks like women!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey, just did my son's collage. I like the choices, wish there was at least 1 man in there for him but oh well.&lt;a title="MyHeritage - create your own Celebrity Collage" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - create your own Celebrity Collage"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/30/87/77/308777_7614348265d854jo5yfg11.JPG" width="500" 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/27751166-5822662468803133816?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/5822662468803133816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=5822662468803133816' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5822662468803133816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/5822662468803133816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-son-looks-like-women.html' title='My son looks like women!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-6875868875011451756</id><published>2006-12-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:07:04.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My look a likes..</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a href="http://www.myra7775.blogspot.com"&gt;Myra&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was really cool. tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - track your genealogical lineage" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - track your genealogical lineage"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/30/86/44/308644_7074144b35d854j0ter403.JPG" width="500" 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/27751166-6875868875011451756?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/6875868875011451756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=6875868875011451756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/6875868875011451756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/6875868875011451756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-look-likes.html' title='My look a likes..'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-2227856296606566013</id><published>2006-12-17T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:47:48.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My son the elf</title><content type='html'>I am laughing so hard right now at what I have been able to do w/ my son's pic..go check it out &lt;a title="http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=" href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=f032624ee81118320148b5aG06121710"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-2227856296606566013?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/2227856296606566013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=2227856296606566013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/2227856296606566013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/2227856296606566013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-son-elf_17.html' title='My son the elf'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-7868295580783344764</id><published>2006-12-16T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:58:52.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_15.jpg?t=1166302569"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_15.jpg?t=1166302569" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_20.jpg?t=1166302490"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_20.jpg?t=1166302490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_13.jpg?t=1166302432"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_13.jpg?t=1166302432" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_20.jpg?t=1166302179"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_12.jpg?t=1166302059"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/s42705cb104893_12.jpg?t=1166302059" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely hate pics of myself but my husband liked the pic of me and Nathan so I am sharing it for everyone to see. Isn't Nathan just precious in these pics? Check out the big mama double chin on me...lol. I wasn't going to take any cause I hate pics but they talked me into it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-7868295580783344764?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/7868295580783344764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=7868295580783344764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7868295580783344764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7868295580783344764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas pics'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-8395350873079763423</id><published>2006-12-03T21:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:26:31.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But MeMaw said I could!!!</title><content type='html'>This is what I walked into my mom's bathroom to find yesterday. My son"shaving". Isn't that too cute? When I asked him what he was doing and to be careful his answer was "But MeMaw said I could." Well but of course she did, son. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1202061123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1202061123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1202061123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: I am not one for child endangerment so of course he was supervised the whole time and the cap was left on the razor. I need to get him one of those Nair kits with the plastic thing that is like a razor so when he decides he needs to get rid of that oh so noticeable 5 o clock shadow that he has I won't be holding my breath the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-8395350873079763423?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/8395350873079763423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=8395350873079763423' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8395350873079763423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8395350873079763423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/12/but-memaw-said-i-could.html' title='But MeMaw said I could!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-4941592169855629415</id><published>2006-11-29T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:57:32.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love it!!!</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the perfect comic strip for what happened to me on Thanksgiving...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/wcsstore/HallmarkStore/images/Maxine/Max11-29-06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px" height="253" alt="" src="http://www.hallmark.com/wcsstore/HallmarkStore/images/Maxine/Max11-29-06.gif" 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/27751166-4941592169855629415?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/4941592169855629415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=4941592169855629415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/4941592169855629415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/4941592169855629415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/gotta-love-it.html' title='Gotta love it!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-7703056027887914602</id><published>2006-11-29T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:13:06.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes or No?</title><content type='html'>Well, I got this little "question meme" from &lt;a href="http://www.bryanscorner.blogspot.com"&gt;Bryan&lt;/a&gt;, who's blog I linked to from &lt;a href="http://www.southwardho.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So, Bryan even though you don't know me thanks for the meme. (hey gotta give credit where credit is due!!) If you want you can steal it from me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. You can only say YES or NO!&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Taken a picture naked?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Made out with a member of the same sex?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Danced in front of your mirror?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Told a lie?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gotten in a car with people you just met?&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been in a fist fight?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been arrested?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seen someone die?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Slept in until 3?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Played dress up?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fallen asleep at work?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Had sex at work?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Felt an earthquake?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Touched a snake?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ran a red light?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been in a car accident?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pole danced?&lt;/span&gt; : Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been lost?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sang karaoke?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Got your tongue stuck to a pole?&lt;/span&gt; : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Played chicken?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Raised chickens?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been told you're hot by a complete stranger?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Broken a bone? :&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mooned/flashed someone?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Forgotten someone's name?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Slept naked?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Blacked out from drinking?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Played a prank on someone?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Felt like killing someone?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Made a parent cry?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cried over someone?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Had sex more than 5 times in one day?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Had/Have a dog?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Been in a band?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Drank 25 sodas in a day?&lt;/span&gt; : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;/span&gt; : yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-7703056027887914602?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/7703056027887914602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=7703056027887914602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7703056027887914602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7703056027887914602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-or-no_29.html' title='Yes or No?'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-1449926992783986405</id><published>2006-11-27T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:38:52.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color my world!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.southwardho.blogspot.com"&gt;Carol's&lt;/a&gt; site today and I stumbled across this and thought it was really neat. (if you like this feel free to steal it!!) THANKS CAROL!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Closest red thing to you: A ruby Valentine's Day necklace my dad gave to me about 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last thing to make you angry: My MIL and her unbending unseeing ways.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have a temper: Unfortunately!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you a fan of romance: As Carol said, I hate romance novels..yuck! but I think a little every once in while is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Closest orange thing to you: Some Goldfish crackers on my coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like to burn things: I like fires but only to watch them. I don't like starting them!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Dress up for Halloween: I did when my son was 1 and that was the last time.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you usually a warm-hearted person: I like to think I am.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have anything against redheaded people: I better not. I have 2 red headed brothers, a red headed uncle, a hubby with red hair and a little red headed 3 yr old munchkin!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you usually full of energy: It depends on my mood and the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.Closest yellow thing: A banana on my kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;2. The happiest time[s] of your life: The birth of my child and my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite holiday: Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you a coward: I am a big fraidy cat!!! lol Especially of spiders!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you burn or tan: BURN baby burn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Closest green thing to you?: My Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you care about the environment: Yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you jealous of anyone right now: A girl at work who everything seems to work out for and my brother in law who could get away with murder right now :(&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you a lucky person: I believe in luck and I think I have had my fair share but I think working hard makes more of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you always want what you can't have: Not always, but there have been times. I'd like to be 18 again, but yeah like that's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like being outdoors: Very much.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you Irish: I am actually Scot-Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Closest blue thing to you: towels on my couch that need to be folded. lol.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you good at calming people down: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like the sea: It's okay, guess it kind of frightens me since it is so mysterious and big. I like mountains a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing that made you cry: My hubbys's grandma and her rude comments on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a logical thinker: not all the time, no.&lt;br /&gt;6. Can you sleep easily: I can now that I have had my son, but I can still sleep through noise sometimes and I have a dream almost every night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last purple thing you saw: the shirt I wore to work today.&lt;br /&gt;2. Like being treated to expensive things: Well, I won't lie. Expensive things are nice but it is the small things in life that really count. I know that is so cliche but it is true. Like I would love some expensive things I have seen lately but they didn't really matter to me when my son came up to me the other day and said "I so glad you home mommy!!" Now THAt will melt your heart!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like mysterious things: No, I want to know the answer and I want to know it now!! lol&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite type of chocolate: Any!! But especially dark chocolate covered raspberry or strawberry truffles.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever met anyone in royalty: no&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you creative: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest pink thing to you: The frame to a pic of my niece, Ava.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like sweet things: Yes, I have a major sweet tooth... I also like people who are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Like play-fighting: I don't like fighting of any sort, play or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you sensitive: Yes very much so, or should I say I have a sensitive ego that gets bruised a lot, but I can also be sensitive to others.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like music: I would go crazy without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Closest white thing to you: My bathrobe I am wearing right now, and some papers for kyle's job.&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you say you’re innocent: Not at all. Seen too much and done too much already at the age of 28.&lt;br /&gt;3. Good at keeping the peace: Only because I let myself be a doormat and don't speak what I want to say. I get walked all over.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like to play in the snow: Yes since it is such a rare occurrence here in the south.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you afraid of going to the doctors or dentist: No - doctors, dentists never bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest black thing to you: My phone, and the chair I am sitting in.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever enjoy hurting people: Even if i did I always regret it sooner or later. But no I don't typically enjoy doing that.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you sophisticated or silly: I am a good combo of both.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you like to go to space: Nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a lot of secrets: I have a couple right now.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite color: The purple family but mostly lilac and lavendar.&lt;br /&gt;7. Does the color you wear affect your mood: Not really. I just pick out what's clean in the morning to put on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-1449926992783986405?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/1449926992783986405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=1449926992783986405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/1449926992783986405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/1449926992783986405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/color-meme.html' title='Color my world!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-287445391081925238</id><published>2006-11-27T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T06:31:55.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>That is pretty much all I have to say to my MIL at this point...WTF!!!! My hubby called her Tuesday evening to let her know it would've been nice to have been told that his Granny was in a nursing home and out of the hospital and all she had to say to him was "well, I have been waiting a couple of weeks for you to call". So, he replied "well you know you always say the road runs both ways" to which she replied nothing.  He then said that he called her Saturday and didn't get a call back and she tells him "well I didn't get a message cause the batteries in my answering machine died." Yeah likely story, how do the batteries die but it still picks up and takes the message from Kyle in the first place. So, then she tells him she isn't doing anything for Thanksgiving and I think okay so now we don't have 3 places to go at this point. (YEAH!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wednesday night I venture out to get some stuff for Thursday that I have forgotten and when I get home I am informed that my MIL got her other son to call me and my husband at 9:30 PM Wednesday night to tell us that she is having something at her house at 4 on Thurday! WTF!!!! I was livid. She couldn't call herself after what my hubby just got through telling her not 1 night before!!!! So, we didn't go. If she had wanted us there she would've called herself. Of course, my husband's grandma (not the one in the nursing home) doesn't see it that way. When that side of the family asked why we didn't go to her house for Thanksgiving I replied "if she had wanted us there she would've called herself" to which I got the lovely response of "well, Pam, maybe when you get older you will understand everything she has on her mind." Yeah like her son who had nothing to do with her for 6 years that all of a sudden needs her when I was the one there for her the last 4 years!!! I politely got up and left her house!!!! How dare his family throw all this back on me and take up for the woman who never has a kind word to say about any of them!!! How dare they make it look like my fault that she is up her other son's ass now and has nothing to do with us because her other son needs her so much now when before he didn't even go over to her house although they lived right beside each other. It is not mine or Kyle's fault that I have tried to go see her and she is never home, or she never gets our messages or she doesn't want to call us or come see us even though she has been invited numerous times.. I AM DONE!!!!! You can't make someone see what they don't want to see! I tried talking to her about 2 months ago and all she had to say to me was basically everything was mine and kyle's fault. That we backed away, and never called anymore. Well, why am I going to keep calling someone that is either never home, doesn't return my phone calls, or wants to see her other grandson all the time anymore over my child. She also told me that she was just trying to get a relationship w/ a grandchild that she hasn't known for 2 years. Oh, and basically disown my child in the process? I don't think so!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of that drama my Thanksgiving was great!!! Only got to see part of my family since some of them couldn't come down and others were working but it was still good. I made a pie for the 1st time and it went over really well. My dad told me that my grandma would be proud of me!! I made his favorite--Lemon Chess Pie--and he said that he hadn't had one of those since like 1970 and it was every bit as good as he remembered one being :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-287445391081925238?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/287445391081925238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=287445391081925238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/287445391081925238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/287445391081925238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/wtf.html' title='WTF!!!!!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-7772154503065579519</id><published>2006-11-20T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:27:28.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Cloud-01-june.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="239" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Cloud-01-june.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So, where do I begin. After a day like today I wish I could be Bill Murray in Groundhog Day and just start all over again. I hope today is not a sign for how this week will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, my mother in law is not talking to me or my husband. (Long story, way too long to go into here right now...maybe another time) So, I get over that yesterday only to walk into work today and find a PILE of work that was left for me. I work with a guy who is off this week and Friday he asked me if I would help him out with the work he has now. I think his exact words were something like, "it'll be easy, i will have most of it done by Saturday and all you have to do is get my checks for me and put them together." So, I think no prob. WRONG!!! I got the work this morning and it is 18 folders (yes EIGHTEEN!!!) of work. One of the sets of folders has to be wired to the tax company at that. I have no clue how to do that. So, now i have all of these Maryland taxes to pay plus my New Jersey ones. Then, I find out that instead of being off on Friday, since I am helping him today, I may have to come in a little while on Friday and do his Maryland for him then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I get home and I have made it through the day no other worries. Oh wait, forgot that hubby calls me at work and he has a flat tire. UGH!! Gets it fixed and $21 later has a spare on his truck (they couldn't patch his).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go take a hot bath trying to relax. I put child to bed, and fall asleep doing that. Hubby wakes me up, and I come in here to do a little internet searching. Get a phone call from my father in law. He lets me know that my hubby's grandma is doing Thanksgiving dinner this year at Noon. WHAT!!! Kyle's mom does her's at 11 (which we are not going this year if she doesn't return Kyle's phone call by Thursday--not my idea it was his)(like I said a long story with that one :) ), then we usually go to my mom's at 12:30 and then his grandma's at 6. but this year she decided to change at the last minute. I had to tell my dad in law that we had prior plans, like from a month ago, to go to my mom's at 12:30. His grandma is always doing something like this. Needless to say, I could hear the disappointment in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes instead of my husband feeling bad for not going, I will end up being the one to feel guilty. My mom says I try to please everyone and you just can't do that all the time. I know that and I tell myself that, but my heart tells me I should feel bad for letting people down. I am hoping that tomorrow is alot better than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on a brighter note I did get a rebate check from Verizon tonight in the mail :) Yeah, Christmas money (considering I have bought two gifts so far and they are for the same person...lol) &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/27751166-7772154503065579519?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/7772154503065579519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=7772154503065579519' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7772154503065579519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/7772154503065579519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours!!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-8793297887123178953</id><published>2006-11-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:41:19.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so I stole this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southwardho.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; who got it from a couple of people so if you like you can steal it from me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like both but I prefer hot chocolate, or hot apple cider :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Both!! The ones in the stockings are always wrapped and the ones sitting out are not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; like white ones and the hubster likes colors so we alternate each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you hang mistletoe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nope, never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When do you put up your decorations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Usually after Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My mom's home made sweet potato casserole. She alternates slices of sweet potatoes and pecans, syrup, and a sugar concoction, and they are to die for!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Favorite Holiday memory as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Getting to be the one to decorate the tree, and baking Christmas cookies just for Santa with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was seven and we had just come home from the mall from seeing Santa, and I asked my mom how he would know where we lived and how he would get in since we didn't have a fireplace. She just froze and couldn't answer me quick enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger we would go to my grandma's and do that but since she passed away we do everything on Christmas. That means 4 families now on one day--me and my hubby and child, my parents, and his parents (they are divorced so that is two houses for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colored lights or white lights and snowmen, snowmen, and more snowmen. Plus bows, and other ornaments I have collected throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Snow! Love it or Dread it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I live in the South I never get to see any so I love the way it looks but I would not want to deal with it day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite childhood one would have to be one year I got all kind of Strawberry Shortcake stuff and an Easy Bake oven, and as an adult these silver hoop earrings from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all it would have to be Christ's birth because we wouldn't have Christmas without that, and secondly would be seeing the joy in my child's eyes at all the holiday things! Oh and baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's sweet potato pie, and her homemade coconut cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reading the Christmas story on Christmas Eve with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What tops your tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A big garnet colored bow that has 4 long streamers coming off of it down the sides of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Which do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I always enjoy giving alot more than getting. Especially now that I am a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What is your favorite Christmas Song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh holy night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Candy Canes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Definitely!! I love the cinnamon flavored ones the best :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-8793297887123178953?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/8793297887123178953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=8793297887123178953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8793297887123178953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8793297887123178953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-christmas-q.html' title='My Christmas Q &amp; A'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-8676309564826109909</id><published>2006-11-17T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:53:28.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones</title><content type='html'>Okay so this is a whole new spin on the old playground rhyme!!! lol &lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/thlikeitrougheh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/thlikeitrougheh.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-8676309564826109909?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/8676309564826109909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=8676309564826109909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8676309564826109909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/8676309564826109909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/sticks-and-stones.html' title='Sticks and Stones'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-6026442780383122644</id><published>2006-11-16T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:17:48.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I have sat at this computer for about an hour and finally figured it out!!! I am so happy that it is done (well the links anyway) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-6026442780383122644?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/6026442780383122644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=6026442780383122644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/6026442780383122644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/6026442780383122644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah.html' title='YEAH!!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-2607209766026199687</id><published>2006-11-16T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:57:40.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAGGHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>okay so i changed my template and now it won't give me a place to put my links to my friends!!! i don't know where exactly in the template to put the lingo to add a link &lt;br /&gt; and i don't know how to start up my links list again. usually on templates they have a starter line so you know where to put it. i can't access my old template (even though it said it would save it for me) to see what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any help out there for this ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-2607209766026199687?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/2607209766026199687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=2607209766026199687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/2607209766026199687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/2607209766026199687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaagghhh.html' title='AAAGGHHH!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-1323729923437037722</id><published>2006-11-14T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:00:33.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>So, I just switched to the new blogger beta since I saw the announcement again for it when I signed in tonight. I hope I like it. I will have to play around with it to see what I can find out about it. Right now I am watching the movie Cars for about then umpteenth time!!! But it's all gravy baby since it is a really good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out last night that I am going to be an aunt again. My sis in law called me last night and informed me. I am happy for them but it kind of sucks cause I have been trying since June and she started trying in August. Oh well, it will happen when it should :) Just glad that my family is growing. I love babies! however she informed me last night that I need to hurry up and get pregnant so that we can be pregnant at the same time. I wanted to tell her "yeah well i have been trying but some of us just aren't fertile Myrtles!!!" but I bit my tongue. The same girl that wants to be pregnant with me now just told me a month ago that I was selfish and she wasn't waiting on me to get pregnant that she was going to keep trying. She was ready to have another one now. Yeah okay she is kind of psycho!! Either she wants to or doesn't want to have a baby at the same time. Don't they make medicine for people like her. Like vanishing pills maybe??!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so just a couple of changes for right now. Nothing too drastic. Hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-1323729923437037722?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/1323729923437037722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=1323729923437037722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/1323729923437037722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/1323729923437037722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116252676093481161</id><published>2006-11-02T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:59.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Table</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know it is not even Thanksgiving yet, but a group of ladies at my church got together and decorated tables for a dinner we are having tomorrow night. I did a table this year, with the help of a co-worker, and I am really proud of the results. The themes of the table were supposed to be Christmas and you had to come up with a Bible verse to go with your table theme. I did snowmen and the verse I chose was Isaiah 1:18b "...though your sins be as scarlet, they will be white as snow, though they be as crimson they will be like wool." I thought it was appropiate considering I did snowmen. Anyway, I had such a blast. Take a look at how it turned out. Most of the stuff i used for it came from the dollar tree, with the exception of the centerpiece which is my snowman display for home. The chair covers are from the dollar tree, the plates and both glasses (coffee cup and glass) are from dollar tree, and the little snowman tea lamps are from the dollar tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1102062115a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1102062115a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1102062114b-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1102062114b-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1102062114a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1102062114a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1102062115b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1102062115b.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/27751166-116252676093481161?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116252676093481161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116252676093481161' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116252676093481161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116252676093481161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-christmas-table.html' title='My Christmas Table'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116231667847302428</id><published>2006-10-31T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:59.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="pimp myspace" src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/ghosthauntedhouse.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com"&gt;pimp myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;Halloween!!!! Or as my son said this morning "Happy Hineyween" I guess he misunderstood me..lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-116231667847302428?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116231667847302428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116231667847302428' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116231667847302428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116231667847302428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116217385672561685</id><published>2006-10-29T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:58.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy yummy in my tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1029062035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1029062035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pound cake for work tonight and Nathan had a blast licking the bowl! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-116217385672561685?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116217385672561685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116217385672561685' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116217385672561685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116217385672561685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/yummy-yummy-in-my-tummy_29.html' title='yummy yummy in my tummy'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116137838692212995</id><published>2006-10-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1020061640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1020061640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of the other cake i made for my son's birthday! i really hope he likes it :)&lt;br /&gt;it is 2 cakes in one ( a McQueen cake on top of a sheet cake). this was a first for me (as far as decorating one like this) and i think it turned out pretty well. i do a cake every year for his birthday but i am really proud of myself this year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-116137838692212995?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116137838692212995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116137838692212995' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116137838692212995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116137838692212995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/other-cake.html' title='The other cake'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116136488244168300</id><published>2006-10-20T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday cake</title><content type='html'>so i just finished one of my son's birthday cakes for tomorrow!! i must say it turned out better than i thought it would :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1020061303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1020061303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1020061302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/1020061302.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/27751166-116136488244168300?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116136488244168300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116136488244168300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116136488244168300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116136488244168300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-cake.html' title='birthday cake'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116077864904255157</id><published>2006-10-13T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoo?87KR6xqpxQQeJx0lQxQoaxv8uOc5xQQQoeGGlJJaP0qpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPooRup6lQQ/of=50,590,442"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6%3DzqH%3AxxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoo%3F87KR6xqpxQQeJx0lQxQoaxv8uOc5xQQQoeGGlJJaP0qpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPoo%7CRup6lQQ%7C/of=50,590,442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoo?87KR6xqpxQQeJx0lQxQoaxv8uOc5xQQQoeGGlJJaP0qpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPooRup6lQQ/of=50,590,442"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family picnic on 9/24 and I just got the pics from my brother. Here are my parents' 5 grandchildren together again for the 1st time since about a yr ago. One of my brothers lives in NY with his wife and 2 girls and the other brother's little girl (oldest one) stays with her mom most of the time. The little guy is my oldest brother's child also. they are 7, 3, 3, 1, and 1 1/2 months old. Check out my son's really red hair!! of course, when my dad's family, two brothers, and husband have red hair, he pretty much had no choice!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoG?87KR6xqpxQQeJx0lQxQoaxv8uOc5xQQQoeGGlJJaJ0qpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPoGRup6lQQ/of=50,590,442"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6%3DzqH%3AxxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoG%3F87KR6xqpxQQeJx0lQxQoaxv8uOc5xQQQoeGGlJJaJ0qpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPoG%7CRup6lQQ%7C/of=50,590,442" 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/27751166-116077864904255157?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116077864904255157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116077864904255157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116077864904255157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116077864904255157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-had-family-picnic-on-924-and-i-just_13.html' title=''/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116070588645288427</id><published>2006-10-12T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my nieces and nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/DSCF0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/DSCF0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so here are my nieces and nephew. The two little girls are Ava and Claire (claire is the tiny baby) and the boy and girl together are Sonoma Kieran and Ian. I am excited now that I can finally show off pictures on here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/P4160081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/P4160081.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/27751166-116070588645288427?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116070588645288427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116070588645288427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116070588645288427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116070588645288427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-nieces-and-nephew.html' title='my nieces and nephew'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116044212830955642</id><published>2006-10-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Scissor Sisters I Don't Feel Like Dancing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/e8SWf_HLKT4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/e8SWf_HLKT4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;just for Myra!!!  I couldn't resist!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-116044212830955642?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116044212830955642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116044212830955642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116044212830955642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116044212830955642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/scissor-sisters-i-dont-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116036590067302426</id><published>2006-10-08T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Baby Fart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/TH0rS4hyJzg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was too hilarious not to post!!! or at least i think so! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-116036590067302426?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116036590067302426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116036590067302426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116036590067302426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116036590067302426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-fart-this-was-too-hilarious-not.html' title=''/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116007532244503542</id><published>2006-10-05T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inaspawprints.com/images/Cat%20smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.inaspawprints.com/images/Cat%20smiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am happy to report that I am feeling much better today about everything than I was yesterday. I guess I was mostly upset not because I couldn't leave until 12/3 but because I only joblined to get out of the dept that I am in now before year end. And now that I can't leave until December I just feel it was useless to jobline. On the other hand however, this will be a new dept where there is room for growth and opportunity! Plus it doesn't hurt that I have applied for 2 positions with another company today :) I am hoping to hear something from them. One is right up my alley with mortgage loan servicing--dealing with taxes, insurance, and customers. Exactly what I do here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to look on the positive side of things and take what has happened as a good thing in that everything happens for a reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-116007532244503542?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116007532244503542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116007532244503542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116007532244503542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116007532244503542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-i-am-happy-to-report-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-116001175956244530</id><published>2006-10-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Tape</title><content type='html'>Well in a past post I wrote about being worried at finding a job seeing as my company is basically doing away with the tax dept. I got a phone call today and was informed that another dept in the same company wants me for the position. I was thrilled. Not thrilled that I am still at Wamu (and trust me I need a job so I can't quit and I have been looking elsewhere) but thrilled that this was a new dept with chance for quick growth. I was told that my start date would be 10/23. That excited me even more cause taxes is going to be HECTIC in November this year trying to get taxes paid a month earlier than normal because a lot of our loans are going to Wells Fargo. So, I tell my manager, I accept the position, and move on with my day. About 4 this afternoon my VP calls me into the office to inform me that there is no way they can let me go on 10/23 and that I now have to wait until 12/3 (2 months from now instead of 3 weeks) to start my new job. I was pissed off. This company has so much red tape it is pathetic. The tax dept told us to jobline and said that they had 29 postions that could go. They didn't look at the big picture at that time and see that we were going to be swamped with jobs going left and right. Now, the ones of us who want to leave the dept and are getting jobs are told as of today that we can't leave till we service the loans that are going to another company because the same managers that told us to jobline now can't cover their ass!!!!!!  As if that wasn't bad enough my manager could see I was upset and all she did was laugh at me cause she thought it was funny that I had been let down. Several other people thought it was funny as well and just said "i knew they were going to do that." My manager told me as she walked away from me that they got an email yesterday informing them that the dates had to be approved. Well, then be a manager  and forward us important emails instead of sitting in your cubicle talking about all kind of stuff other than work and walking around talking and then asking us why we are not working when you woudn't allow us to get work from another group when we ran out. She is not upset though cause her transfer date to another dept is 10/16. She is being allowed to go on that date. like my title says "red tape" is all that is there at that company. Needless to say I will be pounding the online pavement as of tomorrow resubmitting my resume to whoever will take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-116001175956244530?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/116001175956244530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=116001175956244530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116001175956244530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/116001175956244530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-tape.html' title='Red Tape'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115988922231961388</id><published>2006-10-03T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:57.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't sign up for drama club!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c198/knfranklin/dramallama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" height="256" alt="" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c198/knfranklin/dramallama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joemonahansnewmexico.blogspot.com/drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friend Stacy wrote in one of her &lt;a href="http://smeggs5.blogspot.com"&gt;previous posts &lt;/a&gt;about the week of Hell!!! Well, I am living it as well. I cannot seem to get away from the drama induced mania caused by my husband's family. I just haven't grasped the concept of growing big enough balls to stand up to people yet. I could probably write a novel and 2 sequels with all the madness that abounds in this lovely little gift wrapped package of a family that I have so luckily endowed through marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will begin with the fact that everything was just fine up until about a yr ago when my brother in law decided that he had had it with his wife and her cheating. He just couldn't seem to grasp that by allowing her to strip for extra cash during their marriage that it might lead to her being a little unfaithful. So, 6 yrs into the marriage he decides to kick her out. Now, he really hadn't spoken to his mom (my mother in law) in 6 yrs either because she and his wife didn't get along. Now that he is getting the witch out of the house, who's help does he need? Yep! His mom's. Dear old mom who he didn't want there when his own child was born, dear old mom who wasn't invited to the child's baptism, and dear old mom who gave him the land his house sits on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward almost a year from last November and you will see me and my husband basically being the ones to suffer. I invited her into my delivery room for the birth of her 1st grandchild, I called with all doctor's updates on me and the baby, I called her with the first teeth he cut, the 1st steps taken, etc... I let her keep him overnight, took him over there. When she and her husband moved into the house they are in now, my husband and I drove to help them clean when her own son NEXT DOOR couldn't even come over and help much less offer her a bathroom or water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't call us and check on us anymore cause (in her own words) "she is trying to spend time with the son who was away from her for 6 yrs and the grandchild she has barely seen since he was born". Well hello that would be your son's fault for not letting you have anything to do with him yet here lately she can't seem to stop taking up for him. She is trying to help mend the damage that was done with one son and really show she doesn't care about the other. I tried talking to her about it and all she says is that we were the ones to back away. Well, when you are treated like you aren't wanted somewhere and that you and your child (who was basically your life for 2 years) aren't as important now as they were, then you tend to quit going to that place.&lt;br /&gt;I can think back on the times that she said my brother in law was a bad parent and now he can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost as if the past 6 years have been forgotten in her eyes. So, this past weekend my hubbys' granny was put in the hospital. Basically, she is on her death bed. His mom has not even called us to give us updates, but she can call her ex-husband and see if he can pick up the other grandchild for her since she will be up there all week. WTF??!! You are too distraught to call your own son and tell him how his Granny is doing, but you can call and make arrangements for yourself. So, the brother in law calls last night. "Why hasn't kyle called to check on Granny?" I replied "he did twice today. however, no one has bothered to call us about anything -- we didn't even know the room she was in". Him- "oh well I have been up here every night and I am checking on mom and walking her dog for her, and taking care of the stuff at the house for her." He also lets me know that he doesn't think it would be a good idea for my husband to be there cause he doesn't do well in those situations. Well, of course he doesn't want me or Kyle there. Then he wouldn't be the center of attention. Then he wouldn't look like a saint for being the only one to care. I was livid. How dare he call and accuse us of not caring. It is not his place to call us about that. Oh and mighty funny that he has the key to her house to walk her dog when just 3 years ago she thought that he and his wife had something to do with breaking into the house and stealing stuff while she was fixing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that for the past 5 years I have done nothing but be a good daughter in law and this is the thanks I get! I tried talking to her about 2 weeks ago and of course it is all mine and my husband's fault. All this on top of the stress of trying to find a job. When it rains it pours. My mom just told me to quit worrying about it and what goes around comes around. I guess we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for such a long post but the people at work just keep telling me not to worry about it. I appreciate their advice but I don't know how to stand up to people like they do. I just worry too much what people think and really need to work on that. In a nutshell, I am too sensitive for my own good and don't have big enough balls (so to say) to do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115988922231961388?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115988922231961388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115988922231961388' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115988922231961388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115988922231961388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-didnt-sign-up-for-drama-club.html' title='I didn&apos;t sign up for drama club!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115954388999123083</id><published>2006-09-29T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Well, my resume has been sent out, and I just finished up 2 interviews, one by phone yesterday and the other face to face today. Granted, they are at the company I work for now but in different areas than where I am now so we will see! So, now it is just a waiting game. Hopefully I will hear something soon. I am staying hopeful!&lt;br /&gt;Now this morning I almost had it out with a coworker!! I mean she royally pissed me off. She told me yesterday that there was no need to dress up for an interview on a Friday when the company is the same and everyone will have on jeans anyway. Well!! I am sorry but I don't care who the interview is with, I am not wearing jeans. She then proceeds to tell me that when she had her interview here she wore jeans because it was on a Friday and she had been here umpteen years. Fine! If you feel comfortable and feel like they won't care then do it. I just feel like you should look presentable for a business interview. That being said, this morning she and another coworker tried to make me feel bad for wearing a dress today. They asked me why I dressed up and why didn't i just wear jeans and be comfortable. I tried to tell them that I liked looking nice. They tell me then that people don't care anymore, that the people interviewing us wouldn't mind. I had it!!!! I looked at little Ms. Know It All and said "I'm sorry but it is just plain tacky to wear jeans to an interview!!" She disagrees with me and then when I tried to explain myself again she looks at the other lady and says "just leave her alone, she has her own opinion and that is fine." Damn straight it's fine!!&lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/wcsstore/HallmarkStore/images/Maxine/Max09-29-06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.hallmark.com/wcsstore/HallmarkStore/images/Maxine/Max09-29-06.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As far as the picture goes, that explains how I felt about her this morning. I would've loved to rumble w/ her bony ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I think the interview went well even with all the drama that people in a workplace can create :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115954388999123083?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115954388999123083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115954388999123083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115954388999123083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115954388999123083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115894890080653297</id><published>2006-09-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On pins and needles</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have sent my resume out to several different places, and also to the company I currently work for (even though I would rather not stay here). I haven't heard anything yet, but it has only been like 2 days since I e-mailed everyone. Only time will tell. Meanwhile, I am on pins and needles waiting to hear something. I just have to have confidence in myself and my abilities and exude that somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Grey's Anatomy was so good last night. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest when McDreamy told Meredith that he was in love with her forever. That was only one of the many good points of the show last night :) I cannot wait for this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a totally different note, speaking of funny signs here are a few more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/d9fc5b73a8d78fad3d6dffe419384e70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/d9fc5b73a8d78fad3d6dffe419384e70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/a4f23670e1833f3fdb077ca70bbd5d66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="158" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/a4f23670e1833f3fdb077ca70bbd5d66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/389bc7bb1e1c2a5e7e147703232a88f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="139" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/389bc7bb1e1c2a5e7e147703232a88f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/1068c6e4c8051cfd4e9ea8072e3189e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 404px" height="342" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/1068c6e4c8051cfd4e9ea8072e3189e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/funny_pictures.php?picnum=410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115894890080653297?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115894890080653297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115894890080653297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115894890080653297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115894890080653297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-pins-and-needles.html' title='On pins and needles'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115885742703162958</id><published>2006-09-21T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/f0adc8838f4bdedde4ec2cfad0515589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/f0adc8838f4bdedde4ec2cfad0515589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/f0adc8838f4bdedde4ec2cfad0515589.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!!! Prime example that karma sucks!!!! But this example is so priceless!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115885742703162958?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115885742703162958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115885742703162958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115885742703162958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115885742703162958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115885696287302909</id><published>2006-09-21T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/7143d7fbadfa4693b9eec507d9d37443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="360" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/7143d7fbadfa4693b9eec507d9d37443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/ca8155f4d27f205953f9d3d7974bdd70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/ca8155f4d27f205953f9d3d7974bdd70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/aeb3135b436aa55373822c010763dd54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/aeb3135b436aa55373822c010763dd54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/7634ea65a4e6d9041cfd3f7de18e334a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/7634ea65a4e6d9041cfd3f7de18e334a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/24896ee4c6526356cc127852413ea3b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/24896ee4c6526356cc127852413ea3b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/860320be12a1c050cd7731794e231bd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/860320be12a1c050cd7731794e231bd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/d7322ed717dedf1eb4e6e52a37ea7bcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/d7322ed717dedf1eb4e6e52a37ea7bcd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/92fb0c6d1758261f10d052e6e2c1123c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://www.deepbox.com/media/funny_pictures/92fb0c6d1758261f10d052e6e2c1123c.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/27751166-115885696287302909?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115885696287302909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115885696287302909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115885696287302909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115885696287302909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-signs.html' title='Funny signs'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115884474928208767</id><published>2006-09-21T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The picture of my soul</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:#eecdb5;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1ded0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is likely to be filled with great successes and accomplishments. You just need to figure out how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Inside&lt;/a&gt; the Room of Your Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, so I don't know about the whole grounded thing, but head in the clouds sounds about right! :) I do like the bright future part though, and yes I am definitely trying to figure out how to get there right now. As far as love goes, that hit the nail on the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115884474928208767?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115884474928208767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115884474928208767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115884474928208767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115884474928208767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-of-my-soul.html' title='The picture of my soul'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115877892394439299</id><published>2006-09-20T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bevnet.com/images/reviews/happybunnyspazjuice/spazjuice-can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 459px" height="554" alt="" src="http://www.bevnet.com/images/reviews/happybunnyspazjuice/spazjuice-can.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't they sell this in stores so I can drink about 5 cans before going to my hubby's grandma's house????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115877892394439299?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115877892394439299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115877892394439299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115877892394439299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115877892394439299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/why.html' title='Why....'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115876464416457825</id><published>2006-09-20T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:l2vbOX6TuW6IrM:http://www.abbql.com/images/WaMu_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="200" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:l2vbOX6TuW6IrM:http://www.abbql.com/images/WaMu_Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I just found out that the company I work for is not going to be giving severance packages to the people that get laid off in the next few months. WHAT!!!???!! How can that be? I mean, they want you to jobline and try to find something internally but there are only so many dept's and only so many jobs to go around. I was going to wait to be laid off, collect my severance, and use the money to go back to school for nursing (seems we are having a shortage of those here South Carolina). Anyway, doesn't look like that is an option at this point. And, while I despise this company for its many backstabbing, biggoted, racist views (just to name a few), I really don't like the idea of trying to go to another company and leave shortly after starting to go back to school if the opportunity arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? A hospital here offers a scholarship to pay your way through nursing school, but you have to be in the nursing program and of course being ancient as I am my SAT's are not up to date so I am lacking 2 classes to be in the program. One class I can take at night but the other is a lab that is only offered during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have applied here and will wait and see what happens. Whatever is meant to be will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I work for Wamu, which should actually be Wa-boo! cause it sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a brighter note--At least I don't have these jobs!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dukelabs.com/Job%20Awards/worstjob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="220" alt="" src="http://www.dukelabs.com/Job%20Awards/worstjob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:IByJ5Z1KDbQ6BM:http://www.dukelabs.com/Job%2520Awards/worstjob.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:IByJ5Z1KDbQ6BM:http://www.dukelabs.com/Job%2520Awards/worstjob.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://patentpending.blogs.com/patent_pending_blog/images/quitcomplainingaboutyourjob11_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://patentpending.blogs.com/patent_pending_blog/images/quitcomplainingaboutyourjob11_3.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/27751166-115876464416457825?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115876464416457825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115876464416457825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115876464416457825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115876464416457825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115859962486430161</id><published>2006-09-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/babies_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="258" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/babies_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this weekend I celebrated my 28th birthday. Everything was pretty good, except for the fit that my child through in a store we went in and except for the fact that I have discovered that my child is a klepto!!!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we needed lawnmower blades so we went to the hardware store and my son saw a tractor that you ride on by pedaling it (kind of like an old school hot wheels-lol). Anyway, that thing cost like $179. No way with his birthday coming up was I buying that (plus i really didn't have the money on me for that.) So anyway, he proceeds to kick and scream and do everything but tear down store shelves. I proceeded to calmly but firmly tell him he would stop and he would stop now. Well, apparently that wasn't on his agenda, so the hubbster picks him up (kicking and screaming at the top of his lungs) and proceeds to carry him out of the store--to the shock and horror of everyone around (good grief I didnt' realize people could stare like that. At least we were taking him out of the store and not leaving him there for everyone to hear.) So, needless to say we left empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aish.com/graphics/articles/MySon,TheThief230x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.aish.com/graphics/articles/MySon,TheThief230x150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then my husband starts cleaning out Nathan's pants pockets that he wore to church yesterday and one by one little tiny dinosaurs start falling out!!!! Well, those aren't his toys! We asked him where he got them and he says "Sunday School" and we asked if the teacher gave them to him and he says "no. I take them". We were like "you took them without asking?!?!" he just calmly replied "Yep!". Oh I was upset. So I told him he would be taking them back next week and he would tell the teacher that he was sorry. (I am so turning into my mom like the time she made my brother take back erasers that he stole and tell the clerk he was sorry).&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to play with "his" dinosaurs later on but I told him no way cause he wouldn't have them to play with if he hadn't taken them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the commotion my son caused this weekend all went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a cake last night to bring to work. It has gone over pretty well, so that has made my day. Never know if people are going to like my stuff or not and the fear of rejection causes me not to bring a lot of the stuff that I make. I guess I will have to just go for it from now on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115859962486430161?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115859962486430161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115859962486430161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115859962486430161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115859962486430161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-my-party.html' title='It&apos;s My Party!!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115806430828953872</id><published>2006-09-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/482b48ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="267" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/482b48ba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we all knew that yesterday would be a time for remembrance, and recognition. It was everywhere you turned around. The radio, the t.v., the computer, etc. I didn't post yesterday as I wanted to because time didn't allow, but I wanted to take a few minutes now and just remember the loved ones that were lost.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the live memorial show on ABC via the internet yesterday, but only got a few minutes into it when I realized there was no way I would get anywork done if I continued to watch because the tears started flowing without me realizing they were there at first. I guess the fact that there was a group that was singing "You Raise Me Up" didn't help either--such a sentimental song. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to take a moment to reflect, and even though I didn't lose anyone that I knew, and I didn't know anyone who did lose someone, my heart still breaks over and over again for the senseless and horrific tragedy that occurred that day.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115806430828953872?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115806430828953872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115806430828953872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115806430828953872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115806430828953872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-for-remembrance.html' title='A time for remembrance'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115443750503941935</id><published>2006-08-01T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://id306.securedata.net/sassysigns.com/merchantmanager/images/uploads/ItsAGirl600px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://id306.securedata.net/sassysigns.com/merchantmanager/images/uploads/ItsAGirl600px.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it has been a while since I last posted. Not much has happened. I do have a new niece. Her name is Rebecca Claire and she was born 7/27/06. She had quite an ordeal the first few days she was here. She was early plus the cord was wrapped around her neck so she had to go to NICU for 48 hours but now she is happy, healthy, and at home with her mom, dad, and big sister. I wish her picture would post on here, but take my word for it--she is beautiful!!! Even if i am just a little biased. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115443750503941935?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115443750503941935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115443750503941935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115443750503941935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115443750503941935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115253646225059230</id><published>2006-07-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been on vacation for the last week therefore the posting absence! Alot of things have happened. A friend of mine started work from home, we went to the lake (last minute idea), I read an awesome book ("The Pledge" by Rob Kean), I got sun poisoning (uugghh), and refereed my son and his cousin the last part of the week. All was good though. We weren't going to go to the lake, but we decided Wednesday night to go so we just upped and left. Stayed till last night and now I am back at work. It feels strange right now, because this time last week I was all into my book, The Pledge, which by the way is AWESOME if any of you ever get a chance to read it. It got me to thinking that I really would like to write a book but I just don't know where to begin. I think I may start working on that, who knows. Anyway, so my son who is 2 1/2 and his little cousin who is 3 1/2 just wouldn't quit aggravating each other. It was like she wanted to sit on my lap with him, and then when he wanted to sit on her mom's lap (my hubby's cousin) she would be like "NO! that's not your mommy.!" So, my son would just lay his head in her lap just to annoy the 3 1/2 yr old. Then he would yell at her for something and the cycle just would not break itself. I mean they just kept on and on and on at each other. Of course though my son got yelled at more than the little girl did because her parents aren't as strict as we are on my son, so of course she got away with more. However, yesterday when she had slammed the door in my son's face for the second time and gotten away with it, I was ready to rumble. I kind of felt like Cartman and wanted to say "YOU WILL RESPECT MY AUTHO-RI-TAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/south-park-animation-cartman-4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/south-park-animation-cartman-4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did get punished for her attitude on the 3rd slam. Normal toddler stuff all in all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is about it for now. Just wanted to check in and give an update on how my week was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and the sun poison? Well, I have ruled out poison ivy, poison oak, and poison sumac. I have ruled out that I am now somehow allergic to aloe because I put lotion on my feet and my back and shoulders, and the only place I am broken out is my arms and they got more sun than anything. So, who knows? I just know that my arms are severly itching and I wish it would quit. I hate being fair-skinned. And what good is sunscreen if I am going to break out in the sun with it on? Oh well, such is another one of life's dilemmas that I will get over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115253646225059230?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115253646225059230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115253646225059230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115253646225059230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115253646225059230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/07/delayed.html' title='Delayed'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115167581870828774</id><published>2006-06-30T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:56.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi to vacation, see ya later to friends!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Baby-02-june.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="240" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Baby-02-june.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yes!!! Today I do a dance of joy because today is my last day of work for a week!!! I am on vacation all next week and I can't wait. Plus, who doesn't love a computerized dancing baby first thing in the morning. Anyway, today is also bittersweet for several of my co-workers. For today is their last day here at this company. Our company had a pretty big lay off several months ago and I personally know a couple of people that were affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Tinkerbell-01-june.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="351" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g31/pjt3ket/Tinkerbell-01-june.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to them I say that I wish I could share Tinkerbell's magic and sprinkle some fairy dust on them--even though that stuff makes you fly but you get my point-- and make them stay, but I know that change is inevitable and yet it still sucks. At least I still have my blog and e-mail which I will constantly be on because I would go crazy without someone more sane to level me out (and you know who you are). So, I have written a poem that I am dedicating to certain people and they know who they are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back the time&lt;br /&gt;And make you stay here a while,&lt;br /&gt;Or if only I could walk with you&lt;br /&gt;the very next few miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only things didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;change and you could still stay here&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe the good times wouldn't end&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't feel like shedding tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know you must move on&lt;br /&gt;to bigger and better things&lt;br /&gt;To follow your heart is more important&lt;br /&gt;Always follow your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now it is see you later&lt;br /&gt;And not a tearful good-bye&lt;br /&gt;For I will see you soon again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even walk with you those miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115167581870828774?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115167581870828774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115167581870828774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115167581870828774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115167581870828774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-to-vacation-see-ya-later-to-friends.html' title='Hi to vacation, see ya later to friends!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115141894961756100</id><published>2006-06-27T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest goal</title><content type='html'>Well, on top of losing weight so that I am not a complete lard butt when and if I ever get pregnant again, I have decided that my new goal is to make a cake that melts in your mouth. You know the kind that you get from the bakery where the icing is just so fluid and the cake is the moistest you have ever eaten. Don't get me wrong. I have made my fair share of decorated cakes for birthday parties and I have even made a wedding cake, but I want mine to be bakery perfect. Mine have received wonderful reviews but I want "melt in your mouth, none left over goodness". I am researching ideas for different buttercream icings and I will probably experiment with a few while I am on vacation next week.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I have decided that this is my newest goal is because a wedding cake was brought into work yesterday for a bridal shower. It was gorgeous and the icing was perfection. Not too sweet, and it just collapsed onto my tongue in the most wonderful way. So, I know I can do it, but it is just a matter of getting into the kitchen and practice, practice, practice.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? I might one day even be able to pull off this:&lt;a href="http://www.creativecakes.com/gallery/cakes055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.creativecakes.com/gallery/cakes055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highly unlikely, but possible!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115141894961756100?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115141894961756100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115141894961756100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115141894961756100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115141894961756100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-newest-goal.html' title='My newest goal'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115089873813466885</id><published>2006-06-21T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open mouth, insert foot!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cleave.blogs.com/pomomusings/foot20in20mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cleave.blogs.com/pomomusings/foot20in20mouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so I stopped by the store this morning to get a newspaper and a drink as I usually do. The girl behind the counter, who I speak to every morning, got to talking to me about age. So, I said "Well, I will be 28 in September". She replies "28?" with eyebrows raised as if to say "who are you kidding?". So, I asked her if I really looked that old and she stutters out "oh! n-n- no. I just thought you were older cause you act older. And you know with being married and having a kid." Okay, no what she thought is that I was already in my mid-thirties (and not the youthful looking early thirties that most of my friends are) (and you know who you are Myra :) ) and I am an old frumpy fuddy dud that has lost my youthful glow. Nice recovery try on that comment, but you just opened your mouth and inserted foot. Oh well, it could've been worse I suppose. However, I will not let this ruin my day. I will look at it as an incentive to start trying to look my age and acting a little younger. I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; try to stay young at heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezines4all.com/ct200409/maxine%20on%20beauty%20tt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ezines4all.com/ct200409/maxine%20on%20beauty%20tt.gif" 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/27751166-115089873813466885?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115089873813466885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115089873813466885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115089873813466885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115089873813466885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/open-mouth-insert-foot.html' title='Open mouth, insert foot!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115082783146257075</id><published>2006-06-20T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That would describe me today. Bored out of my mind. Not too much to write about. But being bored has its ups and downs. Like, one of the ups is it allows me time to daydream about what kind of new hairdo I want. It is short right now with bangs, and I can't decide if I want some really funky hairdo with cool color, or just a blah-blah-freakin-blah-i-don't-know-how-much-more-boring-i-can-get hairdo. Looks like the coloring (which I have never done) is winning right now. Only time will tell how brave I will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It also allows me to daydream on just how many more children do I want, or how many more do I think my already UGH body can take. I want 3 more, hubby wants 1 more. We will see what happens. Already working on the 2nd one. I am excited about just about the aspect of getting pregnant and carrying the child. I loved being pregnant the 1st time around, so hopefully the 2nd one (if I am lucky enough to get pregnant again) will be easy as well. The only hard part was the actual labor. I know you are saying, "Well, DUH birdbrain. That would be why it is called labor!!!". I know that, I am referring to the fact that I don't want to be told after 11 1/2 hrs of labor that I now need a C Sec. Not Fun!!! Stubborn child wouldn't make his grand entrance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;One of the last ups to my boring day is that it allows me time to blog and to write to coworkers who I don't get to see very much and to read their blogs. Interesting stuff. That's why they are linked to mine.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh! yeah! 2 hrs to go at work! Think I will daydream about what to do tonight before my little one goes to bed.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115082783146257075?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115082783146257075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115082783146257075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115082783146257075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115082783146257075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored.html' title='BORED!!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115048183171448516</id><published>2006-06-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do people envy about you?</title><content type='html'>AAWWW that's so nice. Don't know how true it is, but still it is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&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/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&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/27751166-115048183171448516?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115048183171448516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115048183171448516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115048183171448516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115048183171448516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-do-people-envy-about-you.html' title='What do people envy about you?'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115048131025689045</id><published>2006-06-16T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you communicate?</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" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate With Your Body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/body.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't as bad as it sounds, it just means that you're a "touchy-feely" person.&lt;br /&gt;You need a lot of affection in your life. And for you, this means both giving and receiving little touches.&lt;br /&gt;Warm hearted, you bond with people easily. In fact, you often feel a little sad when you're not in the company of others.&lt;br /&gt;A little moody, you tend to be controlled by your emotions. But a bit hug always comforts you!&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/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/"&gt;How Do You Communicate?&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/27751166-115048131025689045?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115048131025689045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115048131025689045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115048131025689045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115048131025689045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-do-you-communicate.html' title='How do you communicate?'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115046733127751259</id><published>2006-06-16T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Britney Basher!!!</title><content type='html'>What on earth would give this poor lil' punkin' of a girl the idea that she is hated by millions? Maybe because she is. She wants her privacy? Well, then quit dressing like a 2 bit trailer trash truck stop hooker. In &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2006/06/15/britney-weeps-with-the-world/#comments"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dateline &lt;/em&gt;interview with Matt Lauer she explains that she just wants to be left alone and to have her privacy. Well, Ms. Spears, you can't have it both ways. You can't love the life you have and not want to give it up, but want the paparrazi to spare you and your precious little family. I mean come on. The crocodile tears really had me there for a moment. But even through the whole facade she manages to chomp open-mouthed on that wad of gum and not finish one sentence. Oh!!! And how dare she compare herself to the likes of Goldie Hawn and Julia Roberts?!!!! "Well look at Julia Roberts. Her husband was married with kids when they met and you don't see her getting bashed like I do." Oops! # 4..Danny Moder (julia's hubby didn't have kids when they met). Also, she doesn't go around parading like the cover of Truck Stop monthly. I mean come on Britney get real. Okay, I know as a mom I don't always look my best, but that is no excuse for me to (at 6 months pregnant) go around w/ unkempt hair, bad makeup, and even worse choice of clothing. I just loved having to stare at her boobs about to pop out of her top with the side of her bra showing. Real classy Brit!!! And then what does Kevin mean by everything comes out of his pocket. How!?!?!?! What job has he had lately? The only thing surfacing out of Kevin's pants is his little bit of manhood that has spawned 3 kids, soon to be 4. Get real K Fed.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. She has wept with the world??? Okay, uummm NO!! Not unless the world she is speaking of consists of just the voices in her head that have apparently taken over. The only thing she has done to help the world is turn into trailer trash so no one would want to breed with her except for Kevin. Now that is a big help to the population problem. For that and only that Ms. Spears you deserve a star on the walk of fame.&lt;br /&gt;Real classy outfit Britney and the extensions look worse that Jessica Simpson's new line of wigs. SORRY!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4530/1777/400/bss.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4530/1777/400/bss.1.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/27751166-115046733127751259?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115046733127751259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115046733127751259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115046733127751259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115046733127751259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-britney-basher.html' title='I am a Britney Basher!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-115021854592735752</id><published>2006-06-13T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Three-Oh my where did the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://pressroom.hallmark.com/Images/Maxine/Maxine-Floyd_cheering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, yesterday was my hubby's 30th birthday..hence the title. I asked him if he felt any older, which is what we all tend to do even though we know the answer. He told me "no older than a day ago". Which was the answer I expected. I don't know if in one instant, I felt for him the years slipping by as they are for me, or I just felt some sort of nostalgia of days past by me in a flash that I didn't take the time to appreciate. I know he doesn't, but I can't help to think of all the days that go by that I don't just soak up the moment. No, my teenage years were not the greatest, but they were definitely better than some of the years in my 20's. There are lots of things I would've done better, different, kinder, not so fast, etc.. But wouldn't we all? But if I had the chance to do it, would I? If I did, then I probably wouldn't have the husband that I do or my wonderful son. I wouldn't have learned how cruel or nice people can be. I wouldn't have known that I do need to sit back and soak up all that I can from everyday that I am blessed enough to be part of. So, I raise my glass to today and to today I toast "Learn from the past, live in the present, look for the future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pressroom.hallmark.com/Images/Maxine/Maxine-Floyd_cheering.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-115021854592735752?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/115021854592735752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=115021854592735752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115021854592735752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/115021854592735752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-three-oh-my-where-did-time-go.html' title='The Big Three-Oh my where did the time go?'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114985923140126643</id><published>2006-06-09T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At what price would you sell out?</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" bg style="color:#fea7b6;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;On Average, You Would Sell Out For&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffced6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/money.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1,111,417&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/"&gt;At What Price Would You Sell Out?&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/27751166-114985923140126643?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114985923140126643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114985923140126643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114985923140126643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114985923140126643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-what-price-would-you-sell-out.html' title='At what price would you sell out?'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114985728431860961</id><published>2006-06-09T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:55.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite perfect McDonald's...Quite a perfect case of the hebejeebies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_news3210.article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_news3210.article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_news3209.article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="241" alt="" src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_news3209.article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_news3210.article.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fish McGriddles, Batman!! What have they done to McD's?!? It seems that in a story from The Onion posted &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/31009"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; some genius McDonald junkie has opened his own version of the popular fast food chain. Only his store, the&lt;em&gt; Not Quite Perfect McDonald's, &lt;/em&gt;serves the regular favorite munchables at a slashed price, and in an even weirder version of the McD's favorites we have come to know and love. Wow, who's ready for a six-piece quarter pounder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that this cost saving guru, one Brian Landers of Gurnee, IL, thinks he has found a goldmine. Apparently not everyone else feels the same though. Well, imagine that. You see, for just $.30 a piece you can buy an M-shaped hamburger. The catch is however that this catchy "M" shaped patty comes on a regular bun. It might mean that some of the bites are burgerless, but who cares?!?!? You just go there for the low prices anyway, right? Well, hello genius!! If I am going for the low prices, then why doI have to buy a whole lot more to fill me up? Also, who really wants frozen foot long french fries, even if they are included in the $1.99 meal which also consists of a gray shamrock McFlurry (with chicken nuggets as the topping instead of M&amp;amp;M's), a cheeseburger with half the top bun missing, and the ever popular apple pie with french fries coming out the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is the food being affected but it seems that so are the characters. The play place at this flea market style McD's features a Ronald McDonald with eyes facing opposite directions, a pink instead of purple Grimace, and a toothless Hamburglar. Well, I kind of understand the toothless one. I think that if I had to eat a $.20 flash frozen brick of ice cream instead of a soft serve cone I would be missing a few myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks, as crazy as it may sound, actually like this place. Or, should I sing "They're lovin' it"? Seems one Mack Vesper, a longtime patron, has not been affected by the odd diner. He says "It's not like the meat's tainted." No, Mike it may not be, but my stomach or dreams might be after eating the concoctions their serving up here. But just to play Devil's Advocate in this one, I think I will stick to the ideas of others. Anita Sibakis states, "I'll never take my children there again! They opened up the Happy Meal and there were headless &lt;em&gt;Mulan&lt;/em&gt; figurines in there. It scared the bejesus out of my youngest." Yeah, Anita, you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114985728431860961?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114985728431860961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114985728431860961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114985728431860961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114985728431860961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-quite-perfect-mcdonaldsquite_09.html' title='Not quite perfect McDonald&apos;s...Quite a perfect case of the hebejeebies!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114900707520382914</id><published>2006-05-30T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:54.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the saga goes on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/abr0507l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/abr0507l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News flash to myself. If &lt;em&gt;Gone With the Wind &lt;/em&gt;was a novel, then what my brother in law and soon to be ex sis in law are going through must be a saga. The trashiness they both encompass is starting to smell worse than month old dirty gym clothes. So, let's see--where to begin? Well, in the last post I basically stated that they are going through a messy divorce, but now he is playing with fire. He has started involving my immediate family into his mess. I hate it when people can't handle their own business. I mean both of them created this mess, so now they need to get a whole bunch of Bounty paper towels and get to cleaning. Not that the slogan "the quicker picker upper" would be used in this case, but you get my drift. Anyway, so on what was supposed to be a relaxing weekend being grateful to all of our past and present soldiers I find out that I am going to be called by my bro in law's guardian ad litem for this case so I can tell the person how wonderful of a father my bro in law is to his child, and how he just does all this stuff for him and with him. I don't know what he does in his spare time. I mean, it seems me and my hubby only see him when he needs something done for him (ie this phone call). Basically, he needs me and my hubby now so we are good enough to hang around. Oh, I forgot to mention that one of the things that the ex sis in law is guilty of is also one of the things that bro in law has recently done. He went out and got a girlfriend who has 2 kids. Now that is not so bad you say, but I forgot to mention the girlfriend of 2 month's children are calling him daddy. So, he basically can't stand the fact that the soon to be ex wife has a boyfriend with a child that his son has to be around, but it is ok for him to have a girlfriend with kids that call him daddy. UUMM, No! He also states that by having a boyfriend she is committing adultery because they aren't legally separated. Okay, so what is he doing? I would say it looks like the same thing to me. Especially when he thinks it is cute that a littel girl he barely knows calls him daddy. AAGGHH! What have I married into?&lt;br /&gt;So for lack of time and space and energy let's just say this has gone way past Jerry and into Dr. Phil maybe even Sally Jesse territory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114900707520382914?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114900707520382914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114900707520382914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114900707520382914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114900707520382914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-saga-goes-on.html' title='And the saga goes on!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114839337039825025</id><published>2006-05-23T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:54.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know there's going to be trouble when....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.funny-pet-pictures.com/cartoonfiles/gibson/springershow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.funny-pet-pictures.com/cartoonfiles/gibson/springershow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you meet your sister in law and she could double for a guest on Jerry Springer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the families to be married into why did I have to pick the main attraction for a Jerry Springer show? Well, all of them aren't so bad, but you know how it goes "it only takes one bad apple to spoil the bunch". Well, that said apple would be my soon to be "I-will-do-anything-for-the-right-price-for-any-guy-cause-I-am-an-ex-stripper-turned-mother-that-wants-out-of-my-mommy-role-and-a-good-life" ex-sister in law. And let me tell you I can't wait until she is gone for good. Bad thing is that she and my brother in law share a child so it is getting ugly. REALLY UGLY. I mean old school Jerry Springer show ugly. You know the episodes where the people actually came out swingin' and got a few punches in also? Okay, those are the episodes we need to be on. You see, I have never really gotten along with my sis in law (and not for lack of trying), but I just didn't realize what a crack whore she was the whole time she has been married to my hubby's brother. Hey, I have the right to call her that cause anyone who does coke and God knows what else just to get her pre-baby body back is slack. Let's see, uuummm I believe there is a product out there called Tae-Bo! Go figure! She could have saved her and her family a lot of heartache (and money) if she could've just done as Oprah would've and "get with the program". Well, anyway before their 1st anniversary she had already been with his best friend. Then he just now finds out about 6 months ago that she had been with like 13 men over the course of the 6 years they have been together. Wow! What a role model for her 2 year old son. Not to mention little girls everywhere! I mean I can't tell you the times I told my mom when I was coming along how badly I wanted skank men that I wasn't married to worshipping me and my body and get paid for it as well. Well, now I can't completely blame her for everything! I mean did he really expect that he could let her go strip in a strip club (for a little extra money cause they were hitting on hard times) that was an hour and a half from their house and nothing happen? Who knows? Maybe he was flying high on a little magic carpet ride of crack and pot too, but his little bubble has been burst and now it is dragging everyone in the family into our very own never-ending episode of Jerry. As our favorite spiky haired hyper exercise activist Susan Powter would say "STOP THE INSANITY!".&lt;br /&gt;He wants the child, she wants the child. She is not giving him clothes for the child when he comes to visit daddy and he is only choosing inconvenient hours for her to see the child on the holidays that they have to share him. It is back and forth non-stop action. Anyway, there is no telling where this case will eventually end up. Let's just say it is a 3 ring circus and not as family friendly as the Wringling Bros. by any means. Or at least I don't think the pony rides involved are on ponies or are kid-friendly, the only rope involved isn't the tight rope but the one they want to strangle each other with, and the only trapeze artist involved is the sister in law cause she would swing with just about anything or anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114839337039825025?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114839337039825025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114839337039825025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114839337039825025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114839337039825025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-theres-going-to-be-trouble.html' title='You know there&apos;s going to be trouble when....'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114796155916459917</id><published>2006-05-18T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:54.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging in there......another year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.water-spirit.com/Dragons_Lair/cats/hanging.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.water-spirit.com/Dragons_Lair/cats/hanging.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enyedi.home.ro/images/Mirri1_small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://enyedi.home.ro/images/Mirri1_small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is mine and my husband's 4 year wedding anniversary. Not a long time by any means, but still we have made it yet another year. (without killing each other or the other's family mind you). And there were times when we probably could have, but we refrained cause neither one of us really likes the idea of county lockdown. So, anyway here we are..another year together, another year older, another year wiser. Not as wise as our parents or grandparents, but a little wiser as to what makes a marriage tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our ups and downs (sometimes it seems everyday), but through it all we know we were made for each other. so, I don't have alot for this post since nothing really exciting has happened. Just wanted to write about my anniversary and say that I am just trying to hang in there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114796155916459917?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114796155916459917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114796155916459917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114796155916459917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114796155916459917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/hanging-in-thereanother-year.html' title='Hanging in there......another year!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114779300187361564</id><published>2006-05-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:54.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new meaning to "busted"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goofyhumor.com/ggcartoons/208.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" height="277" alt="" src="http://www.goofyhumor.com/ggcartoons/208.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:MY_hEs5z-wLm7M:www.infomerchant.net/images/help/mastercard-large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:MY_hEs5z-wLm7M:www.infomerchant.net/images/help/mastercard-large.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:neR2W_zUtjqiUM:http://thehold2002b.tripod.com/graphics/implants.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:BkWfixlNd5D0EM:www.botticellihotel.nl/mastercard.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehold2002b.tripod.com/graphics/implants.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when most people talk about getting busted they are either describing a criminal who has been caught, or an artist making a relic of someone. They are not talking about getting new implants and having their boss pay for them--without the boss' knowledge of having to pay for them that is. It seems that this is what one Jerri Ann Cozza of Spokane, WA has done recently. In a story from kxly.com (posted &lt;a href="http://www.kxly.com/index.php?sect_rank=2&amp;section_id=560&amp;amp;story_id=2271"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) it states that Ms Cozza stole from her employers at a medical supply company last year and used these funds and their credit cards to purchase her new goods. Her new goods also consist of new furniture and repairs to her Dodge Durango. She would've probably had a clean trail if she hadn't tried to get yet another credit card by applying in her ex-boss' name for one. Guess she needed the fake boobs and the false info for her credit application to complete that I-am-a-dumb-bimbo-with-big-boobs-image. This story just puts a whole new meaning to "being busted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"new set of boobs....$8,000. Posting bond for larceny....$2000. Having new great looking boobs removed cause you basically stole them and they need them for evidence in the trial.....priceless." For crimes there's jail, for everything else there's &lt;em&gt;Mastercard&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tm).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114779300187361564?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114779300187361564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114779300187361564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114779300187361564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114779300187361564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/whole-new-meaning-to-busted.html' title='A whole new meaning to &quot;busted&quot;'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114746713966804059</id><published>2006-05-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:54.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.johnsoncrafts.com/249034ABC__MOTHER_GIRAFFE_KISSING_BABY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.johnsoncrafts.com/249034ABC__MOTHER_GIRAFFE_KISSING_BABY1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all you moms!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing sounds as sweet as “mommy”&lt;br /&gt;Spoken from a child’s lips;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is as timeless as “mother”&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old that child gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever truly compare&lt;br /&gt;To a mother’s wondrous love;&lt;br /&gt;Not even when speaking&lt;br /&gt;Of angels from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a rock when we are weak&lt;br /&gt;A shelter when life may storm&lt;br /&gt;She is a true companion&lt;br /&gt;In each and every form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bearer of our hurt&lt;br /&gt;The expresser of our joy&lt;br /&gt;Even through all life’s ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;No job would she rather employ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   She is a friend, a leader,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  A teacher, and confidante.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  A healer, a listener, and&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  A rock to lean on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  So we celebrate our mothers&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  On this very special day&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  And hope that she remembers&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  We wouldn’t have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/cat-mom.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/cat-mom.html&amp;amp;h=429&amp;w=531&amp;amp;sz=25&amp;tbnid=Ja6PTL9kDg0YiM:&amp;amp;tbnh=104&amp;tbnw=129&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=10&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Danimal%2Bmom%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114746713966804059?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114746713966804059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114746713966804059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114746713966804059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114746713966804059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day_114746713966804059.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114726605768287909</id><published>2006-05-10T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:53.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops She Did It Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/news/060220/bspears320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="171" alt="" src="http://img.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/news/060220/bspears320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH! Isn't that just the picture of bliss. The white trash princess with her wanna be thug husband. They must be so over-joyed with their news. Yes, folks you heard that correctly or should I say you heard David Letterman correctly. She is preggers again!!! This begs the question: What gives? I mean nothing says I am ready for another child like not knowing to strap my 4 month old into his car seat before taking off down the road. Remember the picture? Anyway, isn't there more interesting stuff in the news these days than whether or not Brit-Brit is singing "Baby knock me up one more time!"? Or "oops I'm pregnant again"? You be the judge. And by the way how nice of her to live up to her white trash roots and get pregnant while the other is still in diapers. Britney, we just don't know how to handle your oh so high standards these days.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, by the way, if I have offended any of you Britney lovers out there, but enough is enough. Now I guess we can look forward to the next picture of her in a string bikini showing off her 9 month bump drinking an orange juice while soaking it up on a yacht. Britney, K-Fed, and babies--oh my!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way her new fragrance is set to be launched. It is called "In Control". It should be more like "I need birth control"! I am sure it is some concocted fragrant mix of dirty diapers, cigaretter smoke, and baby powder. K-fed probably wouldn't have it any other way. I mean it would be crazy to expect her to come up with a classy fragrance. We wouldn't want to make her over exert herself by steering clear of White Trashdom now would we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Update: Since origianlly posting this story this morning I have found out that not only is Britney pregnant but a family friend has confirmed that she is 5 months pregnant. Well, looks like Britney couldn't stray too far from that white trash image huh? I mean really, who ever heard of waiting till the first was out of diapers to have the second? Don't be ridiculous. Britney said herself that she wants all of her babies to be from the same father so that if they do split then she won't have different fathers for different children.  Let's hope that Kevin gives Britney time to have their second child and doesn't up and leave her like he did his last girlfriend while she was pregnant with her second one (of his that is). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114726605768287909?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114726605768287909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114726605768287909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114726605768287909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114726605768287909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/oops-she-did-it-again.html' title='Oops She Did It Again!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114719453615928715</id><published>2006-05-09T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:53.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Pets....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/ato/lowres/aton395l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="276" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/ato/lowres/aton395l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Who knew that they still existed? Only now they are in rare form as the "Boss' Pet". These people have a way of driving the average Joe crazy. You come in, do your job (and do it right and to the best of your ability), mind your business, and try to help out only to be shot down by the opposition--which happens to be on your own team. Just the mere fact that they get to make your day a living Hell drives them to thwart the attention away from you and onto them. What gives? You know how when you are just trying to help out, and then here THEY come. With their perfect smiles, their perfect demeanor towards the boss and others, and their all-knowing ways. Who gave them the green light to ruin everyone's day? I would love (as I am sure we all would) to just tell them where they can take their "Mary Poppins-too good to be true-I know more than you do-self serving-conceited" attitude.  (and what they could do with it)  However, I need my job more than my pride so I guess this venting will have to do for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114719453615928715?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114719453615928715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114719453615928715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114719453615928715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114719453615928715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/teachers-pets.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Pets....'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114717935476803672</id><published>2006-05-09T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:53.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/IMZ/IMZ171/tow0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="175" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/IMZ/IMZ171/tow0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Okay, so I know that no one on this blog site really wants to hear about my potty woes with my 2 year old, but this is my blog and I will complain if I want to. Even if it is about dirty pull-ups. I am so at my wit's end with trying to coax my son into pooping in the potty. I have tried prizes, snacks, stickers, and even his favorite character -- SPIDERMAN!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gives. I mean just this morning he told me "I not poo-poo in my pants" which is usually the alarm that lets me know he really has. Well, I walked up to him, checked his pants and sure enough he was clean. Okay so I was floored. So, I sat him on the potty to the tune of "mommy, I want a cake". I told him if he went in the potty that I would give him one, regardless of the fact it was 6 am. Anyway, just about 1 minute after being on the potty, even though he really wanted a cake, NOTHING! What did he do 2 minutes after getting off the potty? Yep you guessed it. I heard from the living room "mommy I poo poo in my pants". I was so mad I couldn't stand it. Why are some children easier than others? And why does it seem the more impatient parents (I am guilty as charged on that issue) get the harder ones to train. And why is it that tots never have accidents until you are ready to walk out the door -- pocket book, lunch, back pack and all in your arms. I never really believed that karma would affect me but boy has it. Whatever I have done to the potty gods I am so very sorry !!!! Instead of "Mr Sandman bring me a dream" all I can sing are the potty blues and they go a little something like this "Mr Potty (yes) please make him go poop. In the toilet would be nice if you could"!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114717935476803672?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114717935476803672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114717935476803672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114717935476803672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114717935476803672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/potty-wars.html' title='Potty Wars'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114713467337579077</id><published>2006-05-08T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:53.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Let Go!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.unser-linus.de/assets/images/linus_decke.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.unser-linus.de/assets/images/linus_decke.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it that we have security blankets? I mean what creates them in our mind and why is each one so individual? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take my son for example. He likes to chew on his shirt. He always has. For the last 2 years I have watched him chew and gnaw his way to holes in the collars of his shirts. Only t-shirts mind you. What it is about the collar of a shirt and pulling threads off of it with his teeth I will never understand. It is what got us through teething. I thought for sure when he was born he would be a thumb sucker or take a pacifier and I would be fighting my battles with those things. But no, not lucky me. I get to walk around constantly saying "shirt outta your mouth. shirt outta your mouth." I can handle "mommy i want my blanket" because he is still only 2 and he does need certain things, but I have almost had it with the popping of threads on a t-shirt. You know the grating sound of fingernails down the chalkboard? Well, this one habit is the fingernails down that board to me. I am sure we all have a blanket of some sort though. Mine used to be my hair. I had really super long hair, but I decided to chop it ALL off one day. There it went in 3 short snip-snip-snips. Just like that the last 10 years of hair gone. Well, I did get regular trimmings but you get the point. No more blanket for me to hold onto. Mine was jerked from under me like a rude awakening but i had done it to myself. However, when he was done I cannot tell you how relieved I was. No more hiding behind my "I-still-want-to-be-a-cheerleader" cover. No more "you-can't-see-the-imperfections-behind-the-locks" cover. It was just me plain and simple. No cover up. Just me the new mom who now was glad to have passed on some sort of blanket to her newborn, and hoped he enjoyed every minute of it. Come to think of it, I know that I will miss the day that I no longer catch myself saying "PLEASE LET GO OF THAT SHIRT!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114713467337579077?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114713467337579077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114713467337579077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114713467337579077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114713467337579077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/please-let-go.html' title='Please Let Go!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114711494535384325</id><published>2006-05-08T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:53.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BA-- Blogger's Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/california_addiction/sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/california_addiction/sean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay, so great! I have realized that what I thought would be my avenue of freedom, my route to sanity, and my highway to a sound mind has now become my addiction. Yep!! That's right! After being a blogger for only half a day, I have come to the stark realization that I am an addict. Hey I guess sign me up for the first meeting. The meeting to BA-- Blogger's Anonymous. I am there. I just can't quit typing! Enough said. Oh yeah! That is my problem apparently. I don't know when enough has been said. I guess blogging goes to show that one can always have a comment on any topic be it short and sweet or unwanted or just unnecessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27751166-114711494535384325?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114711494535384325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114711494535384325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114711494535384325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114711494535384325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/ba-bloggers-anonymous.html' title='BA-- Blogger&apos;s Anonymous'/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27751166.post-114710864565992339</id><published>2006-05-08T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:50:53.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.butlerwebs.com/animals/images/whatyourdogdoeswhenyoureatwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.butlerwebs.com/animals/images/whatyourdogdoeswhenyoureatwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mondays!!! Enough said. I hate them. I have never liked them. And especially not this one! Whoever said "this" or "that" or the other was for the birds hit the nail on the head. That is the way I feel about today. Most of it has been for the birds!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is it your toddler never wakes up for you when you are running late, but they can manage to wake up at the crack of dawn when there is nowhere to go or nothing to do?  I don't think I will ever come to an understanding of this concept. Or why is it that you catch every red light and every stopped school bus when you are running late, but when you have time to spare you breeze through morning traffic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;None of the above mentioned things that happen make any of us happy, but I guess it is safe to say "that which doesn't kill us only makes us stronger"!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/27751166-114710864565992339?l=pjt3ket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/feeds/114710864565992339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27751166&amp;postID=114710864565992339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114710864565992339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27751166/posts/default/114710864565992339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjt3ket.blogspot.com/2006/05/mondays-enough-said.html' title=''/><author><name>pjt3ket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06012233841885561503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
