<?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-8305827875096358422</id><updated>2012-01-05T10:06:27.605-05:00</updated><category term='smply unprdctble'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='illness'/><category term='soup'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Singing'/><category term='Performing'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='things i love'/><category term='total awesomeness'/><category term='Voting'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='death'/><category term='the past'/><category term='the new me'/><category term='blog'/><category term='hair'/><category term='life'/><category term='things i hate'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='max'/><category term='Moving on'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='mutt'/><category term='job'/><category term='perfect company'/><category term='winning'/><category term='The place I hate'/><category term='hot damn'/><category term='furry critters'/><category term='sucking'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='famous'/><category term='work'/><category term='the future'/><category term='thankfulness'/><category term='Idol'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Fran~tastical Fables</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-3852312203796517733</id><published>2009-10-05T11:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:50:50.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short &amp; skinny of it...</title><content type='html'>I'm behind on blog posts &amp;amp; will still catch up. I just need to get this outta my system... ready, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! I wish stupid people would stop calling my office! Like I know the answer to all of your little problems! Stop talking to me! Seriously! Can't people just give me their name &amp;amp; number &amp;amp; call it a day? Like I care what they saw at Home Depot! UGH!!!!! Sorry, I had to get that out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now to get back to work... or maybe Facebook, I haven't quite decided which yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-3852312203796517733?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/3852312203796517733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=3852312203796517733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/3852312203796517733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/3852312203796517733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-skinny-of-it.html' title='Short &amp; skinny of it...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-643218856623362349</id><published>2009-07-18T16:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:48:27.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Tonsils</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, May 14, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today is the day Princess loses pieces to her anatomic puzzle. We had strict orders that she could have no food or drink after midnight. So, I treated her to a small iced coffee - blueberry &amp;amp; decaf - last night. Also, a bag of fritos with dip. I then allowed her to stay up later than Angel so that Princess would sleep later. Princess is a crazy kid... she doesn't like to stay awake. She likes to sleep... odd, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Angel &amp;amp; Princess go to sleep followed shortly after by hubby &amp;amp; myself. We woke up just in time for me to get Angel to school, drop something off at Princess' classroom, and go home. I never ate breakfast. I think it'd be pretty rude of me to eat in front of a 5 year old, u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left for the hospital around 9:45 or so. We had to be there for 10:30. We sat in the waiting room and waited and waited and waited and then we (Princess, hubby, &amp;amp; I) were brought into the room to get registered. That was when we learned that they misspelled Princess' name so we stayed there waiting while EVERY piece of paper was re-stickered with her correct spelling. While the nurse was printing out new stickers, Princess was to strip down to a hospital gown and hospital jammie bottoms and hospital socks. And, since I chose to be the one by her side, &lt;strong&gt;*I*&lt;/strong&gt; got to dress in a big ol' marshmallow suit. When we were done registering, Princess got to choose what scent she wanted her sleeping gas to be. She chose Watermelon. I would have chose the frosting one (yes, they had that scent!) but, I'll have to wait for my next surgery LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished registration and was brought back to the waiting room. To wait some more. Finally, it was time for Princess to go in for her surgery. I followed everyone back to the sleep/surgery room where they put her watermelon mask on her face and had her try to pop the balloon. She never popped the balloon, but fell asleep, nonetheless. I didn't believe she was sleeping though because her eyes were still open. I don't know why I didn't believe it though, have seen her father sleep? Yup, you guessed it, with his eyes open! Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that she's sleeping, I'm guided back to the waiting room where I can finally rid myself of the big ol' marshmallow suit and we wait. While waiting, I went down to the gift shop and purchased Princess a Webkinz and a gift bag. I also got to read some of New Moon (book 2 of the Twilight series) in the waiting room and then, after all the familiar faces left and a bunch of new faces appeared, the phone finally rang for us. We were guided down to recovery where Princess was waking up and drugged up. She proceeds to tell us that she didn't feel anything (man, I love anesthesia!) and then dozed off. She was pretty hilarious on that bed! She'd wake up, make a few funny comments then go to sleep. But then, she decided she really didn't want to be there anymore. She just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we were allowed. Her surgery was scheduled for 11:40am. I don't know exactly what time she was put to sleep because there was no clock in the waiting room and I never looked at my cell. But, I DO know that we were home and her resting on the couch by 2pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By dinner time, Princess was feeling pretty good... they drugged her up like CRAZY before we left... and had a melt down because she really wanted a french fry... poor princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a long 2 weeks of R&amp;amp;R and SOFT foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also, since they were already in the area, they removed her adenoids too. Which means she wont snore anymore! She never kept me up with her snoring tho, only hubby on a stupid drunken stupor night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-643218856623362349?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/643218856623362349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=643218856623362349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/643218856623362349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/643218856623362349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-bye-tonsils.html' title='Bye Bye Tonsils'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7413948012243732077</id><published>2009-07-08T14:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:48:35.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So you think you can sew</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, May 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the school that Angel &amp; Princess go to has an All School Theme every year. Last year it was all about this town *well, now city* that we live in. The year before it was the Solar System (or was it just the planets) which ended up being a PERFECT fit since that was when Pluto lost its title of 'planet' that year as well. And the year before that it was about the ocean and lakes and other bodies of water. This year is Princess' first year but Angel is a veteran with it. This year, they chose Going Green. Princess' teacher (was also Angel's teacher when she was a K-Kid also) REALLY took to heart this theme. It is something she feels SOOOO strongly about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember way back when when I made the quilts for Angel's pregnant teacher? Well, I made mention to K-Teacher how I made the quilts and so K-Teacher automatically volunteered me to help sew a project for the class. That project happened today, 5/13! I sew ONE thing in my ENTIRE life and the project she has in mind is for us to sew shopping bags! For EACH kid in the class. She's certain it'll only take 1 afternoon for 3 of us to sew a total of 21 bags plus have time for special snack and a special story from Moi cuz Princess is Star of the Week and her week ends today instead of Friday because she is going to have her tonsils removed tomorrow (5/14). Below are pictures of pictures of me sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SlTuecfTLmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Rptt467WxXQ/s1600-h/All+School+Performance+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SlTuecfTLmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Rptt467WxXQ/s320/All+School+Performance+106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356168063661321826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SlTue6ORXbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DICCnozvFg4/s1600-h/All+School+Performance+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SlTue6ORXbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DICCnozvFg4/s320/All+School+Performance+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356168071642963378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; who was helping's sewing machine broke (considering the dang thing was a million and a half years old, I'm not surprised) so he moved over to my machine while I did special snack and read the story. Then it was time to leave. I left my sewing machine for them to use it the next day and, apparently, the following day as well. A 1 afternoon project really turned into a 3-day deal BUT they were all finished and they came out FRAN~TASTIC if I do say so myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SlT3z0YU9WI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QwhXGM1ncxU/s1600-h/All+School+Performance+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SlT3z0YU9WI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QwhXGM1ncxU/s320/All+School+Performance+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356178326456431970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that one right there? The one on the left? That's Princess' bag. I made that one all by myself. With her help. She stepped on the foot pedal and it takes about 2 seconds for a K-Kid's foot to stop after I say "stop" but, considering I've NEVER done anything structural, it's still holding strong LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7413948012243732077?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7413948012243732077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7413948012243732077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7413948012243732077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7413948012243732077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-you-think-you-can-sew.html' title='So you think you can sew'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SlTuecfTLmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Rptt467WxXQ/s72-c/All+School+Performance+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7531710301359542844</id><published>2009-07-08T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:25:56.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the number to 911?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Thursday May 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, as you may remember from my post on 5/5/09, I am sicker than a dog. Well, I went home tuesday and went to bed. But not before I drugged myself up with DayQuil. I couldn't even read any of Twilight, which I &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;really&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanted to do! Especially since I had dreamt that I was IN Twilight. Not as Bella or any of the other characters, I was my own character. I was Bella's sidekick and was able to tag along and know all about the vampireism and it was all good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to bed, woke up and took more drugs and attempted to eat (OK, fine... DRINK) some chicken broth. I felt better... for the most part... I no longer felt like I was going to die... I took more drugs a little later and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on Wednesday and felt GREAT... a &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;little&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stuffy but I didn't ache or anything. Went to work and was all happy go lucky. It was a pretty good, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, I woke up this morning *it's Thursday now, play along with me* and I just couldn't breath. I think I now know what an asthma attack feels like. I kept struggling and drinking LOTS of water and figured "If I can just finish up here so that I can go home and call my dr." It felt as though my throat was tightening. My work lasted on and on and on and on and felt like it was never ending. I kept thinking I was going to suffocate to death. Finally, I panicked... I thought I was just going to drop because my throat was so closed up. I told my boss (more like CRIED to him) that I couldn't breath, I had to leave. He was like "You want me to call an ambulance?" where I QUICKLY said NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! BUT, it was too late... he dialed, THEN hung up... Which, as you know, they ALWAYS call back... SOOO my boss says that I can't breathe and they send an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's where it gets even WORSE... two paramedics get out of the ambulance and they are FRIGGEN &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HOTTTTT!!!!!!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OH. MY. GOD. You think I was having a hard time breathing before? You should see me now that there's 2 REALLY HOT guys pawing all over me (Fine, they were checking my stats and whatever but, so what... they still touched me and they were HOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do all their tests and what not and my oxygen is great. They don't know what my problem is. I don't know what my problem is. All I know is that I feel like I can't breathe. It's comforting to know that even tho I FEEL like I can't breathe, I really can so that helped lower my panic attack but they bring me to the hospital, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;just incase&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride to the hospital, I really got a chance to chit-chat with them. They told me how they were JUST about to sit down to eat their pizza. They didn't even get to open their coke when the call came in. Looking into my Fran~tastic crystal ball, I see some peanut butter cookies in their future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, I get to the hospital, where I'm sitting in the hallway on a roll-a-way bed in front of some lady who I eventually find out is there due to chest pains she was having. We are getting quite the show from the loonies in the room that our beds are parked outside of. Apparently 1 of the loonies insisted that the clothes the hospital gave her were not her clothes because they're pink and she hates pink. Then she went to say that her mother brought the clothes to her because she hates pink and her mother hates her or something like that. EXTREMELY hilarous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to pee so I get up, do my business and as I sit back down, who comes walking down the hall way? None other than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;MOTHER&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!! Who the hell called HER?!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows my mother. For those of you who don't, here's the short &amp; skinny of it. She wakes up, does whatever it is she does, then goes to Bar 1 for like 8 or 9am. Then around 10am or so, she gets a ride and they go across town to Bar 2 and then back to Bar 1 by 11 to watch the Price is Right. They have a daily lottery type thing at both bars and she only goes to Bar 2 to sign the book for the daily lottery thinggie. That's the short &amp; skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask her 'who the hell called you?' where she proceeds to tell me that for some strange odd reason, she decided to go back to Bar 2 with someone &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;exactly&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the same time the ambulance is parked outside my work. Friggen figures!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I talk her into leaving since I couldn't talk her into going to get my book (which was INSIDE my car the WHOLE time) and bring it back to me. The lady shows up, takes 4 vials of blood which turns it into an automatic 1.5 hour wait for lab processing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband showed up about an hour after he got home from work and sat with me for another hour. Five hours in the ER later, I FINALLY get seen by a doctor. Who turns around and tells me EXACTLY what I knew once the really HOT EMT guys told me my oxygen levels were normal... I was fine... He told me that it was just excess congestion or something and had me purchase sudafed and call it a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, that's 5 hours of my life I'll never get back... good thing I had really HOT emt's!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7531710301359542844?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7531710301359542844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7531710301359542844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7531710301359542844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7531710301359542844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-number-to-911.html' title='What&apos;s the number to 911?!?!?!'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-6776177989642186637</id><published>2009-07-08T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:45:53.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is NOW...</title><content type='html'>NOW is the time that I catch you all up on my WONDERFULLY crazy life... Be prepared to be awww'd, laugh, or feel blah (which is what you all feel with EVERY post, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-6776177989642186637?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/6776177989642186637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=6776177989642186637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6776177989642186637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6776177989642186637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-is-now.html' title='The time is NOW...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-4400823768219905163</id><published>2009-06-16T12:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:29:01.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This I promise to you...</title><content type='html'>I promise to get all caught up here... Boy do I have a LOT to tell you!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-4400823768219905163?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4400823768219905163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=4400823768219905163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/4400823768219905163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/4400823768219905163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='This I promise to you...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-6526844206280813350</id><published>2009-05-05T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:24:34.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Swine Flu...</title><content type='html'>... I'm sure of it. I mean, I was fine yesterday... I woke up this morning stuffy, limpy, and achy. Only thing missing is the need to wallow in the mud... Oh, and I'm cold... so cold, very cold, oh so very cold... And, I ate pork chops for dinner... I'm sure it's the swine flu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm infecting the WHOLE office with swine flu and they wont let me go home. Wallow in my swine flu Mr. Boss Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need rest! And more drugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-6526844206280813350?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/6526844206280813350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=6526844206280813350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6526844206280813350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6526844206280813350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-swine-flu.html' title='It&apos;s the Swine Flu...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7448583985985433129</id><published>2009-04-18T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:20:45.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to bed...</title><content type='html'>Welp, I cleaned my room... MAJORLY cleaned my room... first time in like 6 years... when we swapped rooms with the child &amp; at the time, child in womb... Have I mentioned I'm allergic to moving dust? That's why I never deep clean... why unsettle something that's going to irritate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we're gonna be painting our room since I decided that the children can't clean their room properly they can wait on the really cool, pretty, girl room and continue to live in the drabby, boring, wallpapered by an old lady in flowers room... So, since we're painting, we gotta deep clean. I have 1 corner of the room left to do (which isn't easily accessible at the moment) and the closet left to do... we even lifted the mattress &amp; box springs to sweep fully under the bed! My poor nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, room looks GREAT... We'll be stripping wall paper and prepping and painting on a slow process... rushing with the Living Room the week b4 Easter a few years back SUCKED... I'll NEVER do that again... We will strip &amp; plaster and sand 1 wall at a time until it's paint time... and that means 1 wall a weekend too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed... what's up for tomorrow? Well, I do have like a week's worth of dishes to finally wash... I was on strike this week after a gabillion Easter Dinner dishes I had to wash. I thought hubby would be nice enough to do it...guess not... Looks like I answered that survey question wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey question? You ask? Yup... Last week I was completing a survey and one of the questions in the survey was "What's more dependable? Your significant other or your hairspray?" I chose my significan other... I bet my hairspray woulda washed my dishes by now LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm tired &amp; rambling... Night night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7448583985985433129?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7448583985985433129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7448583985985433129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7448583985985433129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7448583985985433129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-going-to-bed.html' title='I&apos;m going to bed...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-3114234890814228110</id><published>2009-04-17T16:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:28:16.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things that surprised me this week...</title><content type='html'>... in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me start off by saying I TRIED to post yesterday... I really really did! But I couldn't log in for some reason... So, 1st surprise is supposed to be yesterday's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE you Simon!!!!!!!!!!!! Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0S8Rl8DlfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0S8Rl8DlfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept sitting there saying "Save him! Save him! USE THE SAVE!" as quietly as I could because the whole house was sleeping... WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE me some Matt Girard! He's really kinda sexy too! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was yesterday's blog... now on to today's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDxXdSO5YRw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDxXdSO5YRw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD! She brought tears to my eyes! That was the most fabulous singing I've heard in a VERY long time! I can't believe no one has snatched her up yet! She has got to be the best EVER! I'm ABSOLUTELY speechless with that! I must say, I seen this posting on Yahoo .com that showed her picture and I never clicked on anything and I instantly thought of Drew Carey's Mimi... And, yes, her voice does NOT go with her appearance, but, who am I to judge? She's friggen frantabulous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would SOOOOOOOO buy her album when it comes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we had softball practice today... I was done after 40 minutes.... 2 hours later they FINALLY let us be done LOL... I'm pooped &amp;amp; tired &amp;amp; all I can say is TGIFFF and YES I meant to have the 3 F's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, Latah Peep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-3114234890814228110?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/3114234890814228110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=3114234890814228110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/3114234890814228110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/3114234890814228110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-things-that-surprised-me-this-week.html' title='2 things that surprised me this week...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-8050297648992881928</id><published>2009-04-15T18:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:41:25.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>I'm cranky, miserable, irritable, and the dog is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move away! Alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following will sum it ALLLLLLLLL up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bad%20day" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f203/halfcent1/dog_bad_day.jpg" border="0" alt="bad day Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-8050297648992881928?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/8050297648992881928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=8050297648992881928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8050297648992881928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8050297648992881928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/04/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7624372613135632053</id><published>2009-04-14T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:52:11.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie night on Idol</title><content type='html'>Tonight was movie night on Idol. Quintin T. was special guest &amp;amp; here's how the performances rated in my book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison came out and sang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aerosmith's&lt;/span&gt; Don't Wanna Miss A Thing. I was excited! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; girl is a rocker! She's gonna do some mad vocals on this! So then she comes out and sings... total disappointment. She didn't ROCK it like I thought... it was soft... much softer then it should have been! So sad. But, don't worry Allison, I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt;... He sang Bryan Adams' Everything I Do... I was shockingly surprised... in a good way... I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt;... really I do... but he's been sappy for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dawg&lt;/span&gt;, you're pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;darneded&lt;/span&gt; good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... my FAVE! Adam came out... HOLY COW, I was NOT disappointed! No matter WHAT he sings it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; AWESOME... did I tell you that I'd NEVER heard of Mad World by Tears for Fears before? Well, I LOVED Adam's song and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pandora'd&lt;/span&gt; Tears for Fears and Mad World was the song played. Even hubby agreed, Adam was BETTER than Tears for Fears! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; week, NO difference. I LOVE Adam... and I don 't care what my dear friend Lainey says. Just because he has black nails doesn't mean he sucks. HE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FRIGGEN&lt;/span&gt; ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ALLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt; TIME FAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes Matt. My sexy Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; twin. I LOVE Matt. I LOVE his sexy, soulful voice. I REALLY loved his performance also! When he plays the piano along with his vocals, it brings out a whole new Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny was the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to sing. He wasn't wearing his signature glasses... saddened me. But his vocals, OH MY GOD! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; boy knows how to pull you DEEP into emotion! I wanted to cry during his performance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; emotional! LOVE YOU DANNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt;, During Danny's performance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Seacrest&lt;/span&gt; tweeted his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;loverly&lt;/span&gt; tweets. FYI, if you wanna follow me, &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/fran429"&gt;www.twitter.com/fran429&lt;/a&gt; I'm just as boring there as I am here, but it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then sings Kris. I don't have a CLUE what it was that he sang, but it was BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've never heard the song before to my knowledge. I LOVED it. And TOTALLY disagree with Randy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly was Lil Rounds. She's been OFF my radar for a while... probably after week 2... It was as tho she became cocky and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;conceited&lt;/span&gt; and full of herself and didn't care about anyone but herself. It probably isn't true and she's probably the biggest sweetheart ever but that was the vibe she was throwing off to me.... ANYWAYS, she sang The Rose... By Bette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Midler&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;.... I HATE that song... She sang it better than Bette but it was still icky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was tonight's performance. If I get my wish, I hope Lil goes. She has the voice to get a record label but she doesn't have the intelligence to pick out the perfect song for Idol night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my blog for the night, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7624372613135632053?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7624372613135632053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7624372613135632053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7624372613135632053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7624372613135632053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-night-on-idol.html' title='Movie night on Idol'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-6890655257989457179</id><published>2009-04-13T08:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:52:43.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My vouge to you...</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vouge&lt;/span&gt; to you is that I will try like heck to post daily. Only problem is that I never know what you want to hear... Any suggestions on what I should blog about? Leave me comments on topics to blog. I will randomly pick topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll blog about topics to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blogs to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-6890655257989457179?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/6890655257989457179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=6890655257989457179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6890655257989457179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6890655257989457179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-vouge-to-you.html' title='My vouge to you...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-612436943304324160</id><published>2009-04-12T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:15:17.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happy%20easter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i639.photobucket.com/albums/uu115/tistelblomst/easter/happy-easter-3.gif" border="0" alt="happy easter Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ham is in the oven with the final glaze. Carrots and green bean casserole waiting for the oven. Mashed potatoes waiting to boil. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alls&lt;/span&gt; left to do is corn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; and crescents. Was hoping to eat for 1, but it looks as tho I may be about 15 minutes behind schedule. That's because the brown sugar was hard as a brick so I had to find a store that was opened that carried brown sugar that wasn't already as hard as a brick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I also realized a half hour ago that I forgot the turnip. See what happens when I Easter Dinner shop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;withOUT&lt;/span&gt; a list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's dessert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-612436943304324160?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/612436943304324160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=612436943304324160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/612436943304324160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/612436943304324160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i639.photobucket.com/albums/uu115/tistelblomst/easter/th_happy-easter-3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-1348441129259645998</id><published>2009-03-27T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:20:02.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilt 1 of 9</title><content type='html'>Here's the story of how I made my first quilt. Blogger &amp;amp; Charter (or maybe its just Charter) are being dumb and freezing so I have to do this in 9 diff. segments to show you it all. I'm missing photos because I'm not uploading any of the ones I took with my cell because it'll charge me internet LOL...&lt;br /&gt;I started with 2 plain white pieces of cotton fabric:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XPUwwMxI/AAAAAAAAANY/bFXZoo1qx1A/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318002655777272594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XPUwwMxI/AAAAAAAAANY/bFXZoo1qx1A/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulled out my embroidery threads and the pattern:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XO3W4rpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/B0Ik4db1Ezg/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318002647884148370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XO3W4rpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/B0Ik4db1Ezg/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged the pattern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XO4f6BaI/AAAAAAAAANI/DZG5d7tSSXk/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318002648190420386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XO4f6BaI/AAAAAAAAANI/DZG5d7tSSXk/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And set off to iron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XOWTbnLI/AAAAAAAAANA/XpmT17xlJLE/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318002639011290290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XOWTbnLI/AAAAAAAAANA/XpmT17xlJLE/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion ironed good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XOEaMT9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/W-6X9eMevk8/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318002634207809490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XOEaMT9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/W-6X9eMevk8/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-1348441129259645998?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/1348441129259645998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=1348441129259645998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/1348441129259645998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/1348441129259645998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilt-1-of-9.html' title='Quilt 1 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1XPUwwMxI/AAAAAAAAANY/bFXZoo1qx1A/s72-c/my+first+pair+of+quilts+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-524727365882926409</id><published>2009-03-27T18:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:41:45.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quilt 2 of 9</title><content type='html'>I'm ironing on the stencils here so I can embroider them:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VD0unRcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-_dLQCIVN1A/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318000259176547778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VD0unRcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-_dLQCIVN1A/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VDYuzToI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MaS3kgZf7xE/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318000251661143682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VDYuzToI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MaS3kgZf7xE/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stencils ironed on well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VDFq2h4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/0Moi2hqnOHc/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318000246544304002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VDFq2h4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/0Moi2hqnOHc/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had to put in a few spots with my blue magic pen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VCpdNVfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wkkMBwi6k5Y/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318000238970885618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VCpdNVfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wkkMBwi6k5Y/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VCL3B7lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AuNYR1tEIMQ/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318000231026126418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VCL3B7lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AuNYR1tEIMQ/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to embroider!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-524727365882926409?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/524727365882926409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=524727365882926409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/524727365882926409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/524727365882926409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilt-2-of-9.html' title='quilt 2 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1VD0unRcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-_dLQCIVN1A/s72-c/my+first+pair+of+quilts+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7393618461519035441</id><published>2009-03-27T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:32:38.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quilt 3 of 9</title><content type='html'>Some pics of the finished embroidering of quilt 1:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1Tamhq1ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/s6CF3HPdi7M/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317998451477894546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1Tamhq1ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/s6CF3HPdi7M/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1TaMJj18I/AAAAAAAAAMA/n4WCVGJZ1dE/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317998444397451202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1TaMJj18I/AAAAAAAAAMA/n4WCVGJZ1dE/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1TZ8i-BwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dF1lXX8qJDw/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317998440209057538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1TZ8i-BwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dF1lXX8qJDw/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1TZgzq2LI/AAAAAAAAALw/b8_o9cQL_Yw/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317998432762910898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1TZgzq2LI/AAAAAAAAALw/b8_o9cQL_Yw/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7393618461519035441?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7393618461519035441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7393618461519035441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7393618461519035441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7393618461519035441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilt-3-of-9.html' title='quilt 3 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1Tamhq1ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/s6CF3HPdi7M/s72-c/my+first+pair+of+quilts+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7980115840920406463</id><published>2009-03-27T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:25:58.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quilt 4 of 9</title><content type='html'>Here, my friends are some pics of quit #1 close up&lt;br /&gt;A zebra &amp;amp; turtle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1SAmqtD2I/AAAAAAAAALo/9pjgAejLBYo/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996905327562594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1SAmqtD2I/AAAAAAAAALo/9pjgAejLBYo/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camels &amp;amp; piggies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1SAcGjDII/AAAAAAAAALg/uZdoqCFJFMs/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996902491556994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1SAcGjDII/AAAAAAAAALg/uZdoqCFJFMs/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1R_SZnWSI/AAAAAAAAALI/NqIfzQvmr7Y/s1600-h/quilts+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996882707306786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1R_SZnWSI/AAAAAAAAALI/NqIfzQvmr7Y/s320/quilts+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tigers &amp;amp; the cow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1R_w3v5QI/AAAAAAAAALY/mrEQxp0ssc0/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996890886759682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1R_w3v5QI/AAAAAAAAALY/mrEQxp0ssc0/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently I repeated myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1R_vLJvPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0BWVCuqdD1g/s1600-h/my+first+pair+of+quilts+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996890431274226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1R_vLJvPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0BWVCuqdD1g/s320/my+first+pair+of+quilts+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7980115840920406463?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7980115840920406463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7980115840920406463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7980115840920406463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7980115840920406463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilt-4-of-9.html' title='quilt 4 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1SAmqtD2I/AAAAAAAAALo/9pjgAejLBYo/s72-c/my+first+pair+of+quilts+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-800764762322328236</id><published>2009-03-27T18:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:18:48.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quilt 5 of 9</title><content type='html'>quilt 1 on left, quilt 2 on right. I am all done embroidering the sheets...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P5g_MM0I/AAAAAAAAALA/zlRpVhCyJ48/s1600-h/quilts+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317994584520536898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P5g_MM0I/AAAAAAAAALA/zlRpVhCyJ48/s320/quilts+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fabric I chose for the 1st quilt. Its yellow &amp;amp; white pinstripe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P5FvMpyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jV7MOU3BCfw/s1600-h/quilts+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317994577205700386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P5FvMpyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jV7MOU3BCfw/s320/quilts+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer shot so u can see the stripes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P49ACUlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iiRl-wy9bK8/s1600-h/quilts+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317994574860407378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P49ACUlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iiRl-wy9bK8/s320/quilts+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top sheet &amp;amp; bottom sheet of quilt 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P4e_JDeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IP_I-Qnn6h0/s1600-h/quilts+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317994566803590626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P4e_JDeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IP_I-Qnn6h0/s320/quilts+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top sheet &amp;amp; bottom sheet of quilt 2: its a solid yellow backing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P3yB_nFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9jTqg3voQTI/s1600-h/quilts+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317994554735959122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P3yB_nFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9jTqg3voQTI/s320/quilts+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-800764762322328236?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/800764762322328236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=800764762322328236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/800764762322328236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/800764762322328236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilt-5-of-9.html' title='quilt 5 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1P5g_MM0I/AAAAAAAAALA/zlRpVhCyJ48/s72-c/quilts+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-3705377190541158789</id><published>2009-03-27T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:10:55.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quilt 6 of 9</title><content type='html'>I have finally finished embroidering both quilts and decided on the perfect gender neutral backings but made them both differant. The quilt on the left is quit #1:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1OPDohnfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gTUdJ1m_KOE/s1600-h/quilts+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317992755574709746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1OPDohnfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gTUdJ1m_KOE/s320/quilts+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attached the top sheet &amp;amp; bottom sheet along with the batting, trimmed it all and attached the binding. Quilt #1 is ready to sew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1OOle17AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/llCBrY0JLdE/s1600-h/quilts+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317992747481033730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1OOle17AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/llCBrY0JLdE/s320/quilts+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1OOFHzsDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8aUUZTTZCBM/s1600-h/quilts+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317992738794483762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1OOFHzsDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8aUUZTTZCBM/s320/quilts+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1ONzSVigI/AAAAAAAAAKA/j57rJTUiOl8/s1600-h/quilts+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317992734006807042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1ONzSVigI/AAAAAAAAAKA/j57rJTUiOl8/s320/quilts+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to quilt #2 now...&lt;br /&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/8305827875096358422-3705377190541158789?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/3705377190541158789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=3705377190541158789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/3705377190541158789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/3705377190541158789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilt-6-of-9.html' title='quilt 6 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1OPDohnfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gTUdJ1m_KOE/s72-c/quilts+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-3470822364759384921</id><published>2009-03-27T17:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:03:40.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quilt 7 of 9</title><content type='html'>This one got out of order so you should scroll down then back up. This is quilt #1 completed:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317990526027158434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MNR6906I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Yxdla_ULqxo/s320/quilts+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close of quilt #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MMy24M2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gxwMFf4_eO8/s1600-h/quilts+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317990517688513378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MMy24M2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gxwMFf4_eO8/s320/quilts+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is quilt #1 getting the blanket binding all ready to be sewn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MOqUlyeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VnRKn5iuNAo/s1600-h/quilts+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317990549756955106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MOqUlyeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VnRKn5iuNAo/s320/quilts+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MONCmCGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Tk26TRa7Ihs/s1600-h/quilts+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317990541896845410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MONCmCGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Tk26TRa7Ihs/s320/quilts+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is quilt #1 with the binding all done so you can get an idea of the end result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MN9Vd-GI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Uv8gu9eYtqU/s1600-h/quilts+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317990537681041506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MN9Vd-GI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Uv8gu9eYtqU/s320/quilts+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat around for a week b4 I got nerve to actually sew it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8305827875096358422-3470822364759384921?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/3470822364759384921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=3470822364759384921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/3470822364759384921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/3470822364759384921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilt-7-of-9.html' title='quilt 7 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1MNR6906I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Yxdla_ULqxo/s72-c/quilts+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-8952678401768598204</id><published>2009-03-27T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:54:19.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilt 8 of 9</title><content type='html'>Because of Blogger &amp;amp; Charter being dumb... this is post 8 of 9 to show my fabuloso quilt. Here u can see the finished product of quilt @ 2!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KQ4GuSTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cuAVO-yybgw/s1600-h/quilts+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317988388793370930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KQ4GuSTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cuAVO-yybgw/s320/quilts+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its quit @2 because it has the solid yellow backing:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KQlqi4sI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nNnfkTwlxk8/s1600-h/quilts+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317988383843345090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KQlqi4sI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nNnfkTwlxk8/s320/quilts+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 2 quilts together. Quilt 1 on the left &amp;amp; 2 on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KQUXuclI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TQlaqClQHVM/s1600-h/quilts+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317988379201008210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KQUXuclI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TQlaqClQHVM/s320/quilts+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quilt #1. Its hard to tell but its white &amp;amp; yellow pin stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KRpqodeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-JU54RBBeRI/s1600-h/quilts+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317988402097321442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KRpqodeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-JU54RBBeRI/s320/quilts+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quilt #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KRU6g4uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YSO_BM1iqIc/s1600-h/quilts+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317988396526789346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KRU6g4uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YSO_BM1iqIc/s320/quilts+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-8952678401768598204?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/8952678401768598204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=8952678401768598204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8952678401768598204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8952678401768598204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/quilt-8-of-9.html' title='Quilt 8 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc1KQ4GuSTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cuAVO-yybgw/s72-c/quilts+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-2901927793719231305</id><published>2009-03-27T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:46:17.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my quilt page 9 of 9</title><content type='html'>Blogger is being dumb so I have to work backwards... hopefully you all read this in order! This is the last 5 pictures. It's completed!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wMzQRMQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/O6Cm6AafAro/s1600-h/quilts+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317959731469431042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wMzQRMQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/O6Cm6AafAro/s320/quilts+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wMdWx4oI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-0ady64aVsI/s1600-h/quilts+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317959725591159426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wMdWx4oI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-0ady64aVsI/s320/quilts+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was so surprised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wLgPk-HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R-25thStmAA/s1600-h/quilts+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317959709186390130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wLgPk-HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R-25thStmAA/s320/quilts+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOVED them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wLXafUXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nvNO2A2blNM/s1600-h/quilts+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317959706816237938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wLXafUXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nvNO2A2blNM/s320/quilts+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept wondering why *I* would want a conference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wKwtbn4I/AAAAAAAAAII/C69nW5RMetQ/s1600-h/quilts+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317959696426704770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wKwtbn4I/AAAAAAAAAII/C69nW5RMetQ/s320/quilts+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also said her last day of school is the start of April Vacation and she will be bringing the babies to school. I told her I needed notice so I can tell my boss I have another teacher conference. He doesn't need to know that it is including babies! I love me some babies... especially 2 at a time... as long as they don't come home with me and I can give them back LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-2901927793719231305?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/2901927793719231305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=2901927793719231305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/2901927793719231305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/2901927793719231305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-quilt-page-9-of-9.html' title='my quilt page 9 of 9'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/Sc0wMzQRMQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/O6Cm6AafAro/s72-c/quilts+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-2783220606281578088</id><published>2009-03-25T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:48:56.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a quilt!</title><content type='html'>YUP! That's right! I did! I have completed one quilt! Second quilt to be finished today... blog with pictures to follow once the second one is completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, it's 9:47am and I'm fully completed with my work. Waiting for boss' wife to get here so I can show her my quilt that's finished... But, I wanna go home so I can finish quilt #2 and clean my room... getting new furniture on Friday so need to organize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to play a game of spades while I wait to be able to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I love you! Bye Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-2783220606281578088?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/2783220606281578088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=2783220606281578088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/2783220606281578088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/2783220606281578088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-made-quilt.html' title='I made a quilt!'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-4806301374034580256</id><published>2009-02-25T21:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:29:38.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idol'/><title type='text'>Idol on Blog</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD! He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hasta&lt;/span&gt; stay! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think Idol would survive without him! I absolutely LOVE Nick! He's funny as HELL! He's VERY entertaining... OK, so he doesn't sing GREAT, but he's not bad... I think he MAY have potential more once he finishes his identity crisis... not to mention, so far tonight, he's one of the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap of the night to catch me up then it's live blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #1... who was it? Oh yea, the 16 year old. She sang FANTASTIC during the Hollywood tryouts... tonight, she BORED me... so much that I can't even remember what she looked like, let alone what she sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #2... I can't remember his name, but he's the dude that looks SORTA like Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; (yummy). He sang a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; song. Guess what? I'm TOTALLY disagreeing with the guys on this one. I actually really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #3... um yea... 2 words... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EWWW&lt;/span&gt; BORING!!!! Time to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bartending&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and honey, you can't go begging for another chance when you blew the one you had! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #4 Nick... or Norman  Gentle... either one, I LOVE you! (read above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #5... redheaded 16 year old Allison. So far during her talk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Seacrest&lt;/span&gt;, she's annoying me already... she is sounding very much either like a stupid person or a person on drugs. And since a) she's 16 and b) this is IDOL, she BEST not be on drugs, but HELLO... being dumb don't help either... hopefully she can sing better! She's singing Alone by Heart. I can't quite place Alone, but I LOVE Heart so I HOPE it's good... song is starting, I remember the song. I LOVE the song... don't blow it... She's very rocker-voiced. Not a voice of a 16 year old. One of a much older person. And guess what... She's REALLY good! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; sings better than she talks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #6 Kris... OK he's singing Michael Jackson... Man in the Mirror... he's missing the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;" and nut grabbing but he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cute... I hope he's legal, but with my luck (and my streak) he's gay... I really like him too... Sounds better than Michael Jackson... sounds better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;withOUT&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ohhh's&lt;/span&gt;! And this Kris dude is putting in a growling soulful sound... but then also has a touch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;grownded&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Archeletta&lt;/span&gt; in him... I like him too... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DANGIT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #7 Megan Joy - she's singing Put Your Record's On. She's got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shaky&lt;/span&gt; hips... and her voice is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; more different than I expected. I'm not quite sure if I like her or not. So far it wouldn't bother me if she stayed or went... but if I had to compare, person #5 was better than she is... she's not bad, but this line she just sang sounds like she's screaming instead of singing... Oh, and her mother looks like one of those Orange County Housewives gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; bimbo trying to look like the older sister than the mother of a what-ever-aged Megan is... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! Simon agreed that she screamed the second half... Oh, and she kinda sorta looks pregnant... maybe she should find more flattering clothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #8 - Matt... he's the welder dude, or something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;laborous&lt;/span&gt; like that... He looks a LOT like one of the Brian's on the Brian/Brian crew... he may have a rounder gut and he's probably a touch whiter in complexion but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; looks like Brian! He's an OK singer. His song is from like 1997 or so... it's all good tho. I REALLY hope he makes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; B&amp;amp;B get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;unlaid&lt;/span&gt; off b4 this dude gets voted off so I can have this discussion with Brian at work... true story... He probably should have chosen more of a rocker song. Maybe I'm comparing him to Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of the appearance... but I think this song is too cheesy for him... Oh look... Simon &amp;amp; Randy are agreeing with me with more rocker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #9 - Jessie... she's a single mother... of an 8 year old... she's singing Betty Davis Eyes... I LOVE that song... so husky... and she's NOT singing it huskily enough for me... it sounds like a bad karaoke version for me... and, girl... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;u've&lt;/span&gt; been on Idol for quite some time now, time for some Crest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Whitestrips&lt;/span&gt;! No vote for me... She's got the voice for Put Your Record's on NOT Betty Davis Eyes... UGH! Ruined it for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #10 - Kai... I don't remember him from any auditions then next thing I know he makes it... I know his name &amp;amp; because he looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; I can put the name to his face but, that's the only reason so far... lets see what he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hasta&lt;/span&gt; sing... What Becomes of the Brokenhearted... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ooooooo&lt;/span&gt; He's the guy taking care of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; or mom who's very sick... I remember him now... he sang good... and he's singing very good now... dammit! This really sucks... Last week there were 5 peeps I REALLY liked and only 2 got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;... this week same is happening... UGH! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;AWWWWW&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt;) is jamming in the audience! I liked his performance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #11 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Mishavonnah&lt;/span&gt;... she got cut immediately at Hollywood on Season 7... this time she's in the top 36... singing Drops of Jupiter... she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; sang something diff. These girls have MAJOR bad song choice fever! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; sang Alicia Keys or something more R&amp;amp;B like that... or maybe she could have gotten away with a pop-country song... not Train... I didn't enjoy it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #12 - Adam - He's the Wicked singer... not in a Yankee-talk kinda wicked as in totally awesome... as in Wicked with the groovy wicked witch of the west? and WHY she's so wicked... the Broadway Musical which is on my list of culture... and it WILL happen... anyways... lets see what he has to sing... He's doing the Stones... Satisfaction.... He's starting off with very sexy starting... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt; he just did an Elvis Lip... but he's rocking it... this really sucks... he's good... so aren't like 5 others... only 3 will get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;... He's theatrical tho... which should be obvious since Wicked is theatrical... DUH... but he ROCKED it! GREAT performance &amp;amp; staging &amp;amp; singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, I'm casting the word VOTE to 5702, 5704, 5705, 5706, 5708, 5712. Now, we get the top guy, the top girl, then the next highest vote... so I think America is going to vote that the guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; is Adam(5712) and the girl will be Allison(5705) and the next highest vote will be (damn, that's tough) Megan Joy(5707) (the one I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care either way that looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt;) or Kris(5706) or Nick AKA Norman Gentle (5704)... guess we'll find out the results tomorrow night... well, in my case, Friday... I have bowling tomorrow night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, all I'm gonna say is... Cupcake... Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-4806301374034580256?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4806301374034580256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=4806301374034580256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/4806301374034580256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/4806301374034580256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/02/idol-on-blog.html' title='Idol on Blog'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-110539575915762798</id><published>2009-02-20T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:26:29.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future'/><title type='text'>A blast from the past...</title><content type='html'>I meant to write Wednesday but I've been busy &amp;amp; hectic and what not so it never happened so pretend today is Wednesday. (*to protect the identities, names have been changed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/18/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went out for breakfast with Angel this morning at Burger King. You see, it's school vacation and our week was planned like this: when the kiddos woke up, they'd go upstairs to Nanny's until I got home from work at 9:30am,  BUT they each could go to daycare one day this week and I'd spend a little 1-on-1 time with the other and we'd do lunch together and what-not. Oh, and of course, on Friday we'd all drive to the airport to see Nanny off to Florida... Princess decided she wanted to go to daycare on Thursday and Angel wanted to go on Wednesday. Suddenly, we realize that one of Angel's friends is having a birthday party on Wednesday and she doesn't want to miss her daycare day so Angel &amp;amp; Princess swapped days. So that brings up back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at 9:30 and all seemed way too quiet so I go and check and, sure enough, Angel is still sleeping. I wake her up and tell her she needs to get up and shower because she's getting picked up at 10:40 for her birthday party... Then I realize since I can't spend lunch with her like planned, it wouldn't be fair when I have lunch with Princess tomorrow so I tell Angel if she hurries up and showers and gets ready, we can run for breakfast at Burger King or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; so that we know we'll be back home b4 her friend's mom gets here at 10:40. Angel decides on BK and showered in the nick of time, so off to BK we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She orders her french toast sticks and I get a biscuit sandwich which slightly disappointed me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I wanted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biscuit&lt;/span&gt; but when I got it, it really wasn't what I wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;... but ANYWAYS, I'm waiting for Angel to finish up eating so I'm checking out the ads on the tray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;place mat&lt;/span&gt; and notice Barnett* Computer Solutions and think to myself, &lt;em&gt;I know a Barnett*, his name is Justin&lt;/em&gt;*. That's when I notice Mr. Computer Guy's name IS Justin*. Like HOLY COW! I was suddenly flooded with memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll give you the skinny on Justin* in the concentrated version. I "met" this dude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a friend and Justin* &amp;amp; I only spoke on the phone. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;labeled&lt;/span&gt; Phone-Sex-Justin* because he was, like any other typical 15-16 year old boy, a horny toad. When ever I spoke to him, he insisted on phone sex. So... for the first 2 minutes or so of our conversation, I would say (normally in a Ben Stein tone) 'Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;' and then we could start a normal conversation... for a little while... but, oddly enough, during the normal conversations we got along remarkably great. In fact, it got to the point that I was pretty sure he was my soul mate! We were like 2 peas in a pod! I kid you not! It was weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;.... One day, I'm talking to Justin* and he says he's gotta go because he's going to a career fair at my high school (he lived in a diff. town, obviously) so I'm thinking its now the time to meet my soul mate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; we plan to meet up. That's when he tells me he'll be wearing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chubacka&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ewok&lt;/span&gt; or R2-D2 or some Star Wars type shirt. WHOA! Well, I went to the career fair looking for him in hopes that it was one mad cool shirt. Well, it was pretty much something an 8 year old would wear. Way gross... that was when I realized that my soul mate wasn't my soul mate. He was really my brother. Well, not my real brother, just an  exact replica (non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; tho) of my brother in a non-related body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still talked the same after that and I told him I couldn't find him, we must have missed each other some how. But, he was no longer my soul mate. I moved on in search of the next bozo in my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, seeing that ad brought more than memories. It brought curiosity! I wrote down his website and checked it out once I got home. It seems he did good for himself! I'm glad! I always like to see people I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;excel&lt;/span&gt;! I also took the opportunity to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;search&lt;/span&gt; for him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;. I found him. Mr. Phone-Sex-Justin* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;growded&lt;/span&gt; up. Geeky, dorky, Star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Warsy&lt;/span&gt; Justin* got buff! HOWEVER, apparently at one point he went to a drag party &amp;amp; dude got legs chicks (me) would KILL for! Oh, and you know how I said he was an exact replica of my brother? He's NOT gay! I mean, we all know my track record with gay guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, coming across a name from an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt; is always fun, isn't it? Can't wait for the next name to come across my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-110539575915762798?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/110539575915762798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=110539575915762798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/110539575915762798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/110539575915762798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/02/blast-from-past.html' title='A blast from the past...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-5273851796089466032</id><published>2009-02-09T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:32:55.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Glad &amp; Sad...</title><content type='html'>Welp, here goes... my bestest friend in the whole wide world told me she has a phone screening on Friday for a new job which will turn into an interview, and since she is the most awesomest person in the whole wide world &amp;amp; really truely friggen ROCKS, she will ALSO get a full blown interview and then, she WILL get the job... if she doesn't, I'll be beyond surprised... I'm so GLAD for her... but, it's at the Perfect Company, therefore I'm sad... I didn't even get a call! I'm off to go mope around now... buh bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-5273851796089466032?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/5273851796089466032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=5273851796089466032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5273851796089466032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5273851796089466032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/02/glad-sad.html' title='Glad &amp; Sad...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7665829181469276190</id><published>2009-02-07T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:26:36.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"But everyone else is doing it!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt; now... hubs is watching some movie on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt;... u know that White Castle movie? The one with the dude from House on it? Well, I guess they did a sequel type thing &amp;amp; that's what he's watching... DUMB!!!!!!!!!!! BUT, while I'm trying to stay awake with him I decided to catch up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; blogs and notices that &lt;a href="http://princesssparklepants.blogspot.com/2009/02/fluffy-bunny-happy-people-with-big.html"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; did it and &lt;a href="http://smplyunprdctble.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-into-my-personality-at-least-what.html"&gt;he&lt;/a&gt; did it and even &lt;a href="http://salonchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-quizical.html"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; did it so I wanted to do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;IT&lt;/a&gt; goes... I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ISFP&lt;/span&gt;... Do you know what that means? Yea, neither did I... but it means that I am 56% Introverted, 25% Sensing, 50% Feeling, and 33% Perceiving... Here's the perceptive side of me... that is WAY more than 100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;... The following is directly from the page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are:&lt;br /&gt;moderately expressed introvert&lt;br /&gt;moderately expressed sensing personality&lt;br /&gt;moderately expressed feeling personality&lt;br /&gt;moderately expressed perceiving personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL... that doesn't exactly tell me what I should be when I grow up... so I did a bit more research and according to &lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=4&amp;amp;c=Composer"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keirsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I should be a composer. That's kinda funny... I'd have a better chance at taking Paula's place as an Idol judge... or as a Dancing With the Stars judge... BUT, really, it doesn't mean I'm the next Beethoven (Thank GOODNESS!) It means I can be the next Jackie Kennedy, or Cher, or Spielberg... I wonder if author or screenwriter fits in that? I'm also really good at taking pictures... maybe I'm not good at it, but I REALLY enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; hell, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Keirsey&lt;/span&gt; is just as confused at what I wanna be when I grow up as I am! And I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most difficult to pigeonhole is the Composer (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ISFP&lt;/span&gt;). They are driven by their values and usually have a strong aesthetic sense. If they have a driving force to do good, you may find them in medical or veterinary occupations or in social services or education. If they need to express their artistic talents, they may be a painter, a potter, a jeweler, a fashion designer, a carpenter, or a chef. Some are called to more technical occupations such as surveyor, botanist, or chemist. Still others are in the service industry as wait-people, beauticians, or retail clerks. Some do a variety of clerical services and may be bookkeepers or legal secretaries. Says Lorenzo, “Being a chef is more than making a good meal. The taste, aroma and presentation of the food must be perfect – like creating a great symphony.”&lt;br /&gt;Having a life of action and freedom is what makes an Artisan tick and gives them a sense of being alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; figure? So, I traveled on with my research and decided to visit &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lifexplore/mbcareer.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ISFP&lt;/span&gt; - Artists, musicians, composers, designers, child care workers, social workers, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;em&gt;counselers &lt;/em&gt;(BTW, they mispelled that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, teachers, veterinarians, forest rangers, naturalists, bookkeepers, carpenters, personal service workers, clerical supervisors, secretaries, dental and medical staffers, waiters and waitresses, chefs, nurses, mechanics, physical therapists, x-ray technicians. They tend to do well in the arts, as well as helping others and working with people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't narrow it down much either... however, I can nix the musician since I sing like crap, child care worker is a nay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like them that much (however it could just be my own that drive me batty... same goes with veterinarians, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;altho&lt;/span&gt; that's more along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reasonings&lt;/span&gt; I have with the medical parts...) I can't do blood or bodily fluids, my cooking is mediocre (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;altho&lt;/span&gt; I can bake really good, decorating is another story tho) Waitress gets paid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;caca&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;poopies&lt;/span&gt; and I get along with males better than females because I can't stand the egotistical little bitches that are around here in the female bodies these days... so I guess that kinda keeps me where I am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I know me &amp;amp; what I REALLY would like to do (and MAYBE one day I will) is own a bookstore... so, maybe that means step 1 is to go work for Barnes &amp;amp; Noble or Borders to learn all I can in the business while going back to school for my BA in Business Management and take an entrepreneur class for extended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;edumacation&lt;/span&gt;... Anyways, thank you Myers-Briggs for helping confoozle me even more than I already am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7665829181469276190?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7665829181469276190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7665829181469276190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7665829181469276190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7665829181469276190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='&quot;But everyone else is doing it!&quot;'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-5443097216801049778</id><published>2009-02-07T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:54:41.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"We're in San Diego... I'm 40% sure of it..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words straight from the giraffe's mouth! Melman to be exact! I LOVE me some Madagascar! T'was just as good the second time around... I loved it! I give it 2 thumbs up! I STILL wanna go to the San Diego Zoo because of that movie!!!!! And, one day I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now a quick hello and update on my life... I have about 100 more pages to go in my book, Talk of the Town by Karen Hawkins... I bought it because of the uber cute beagle puppy on the cover... whoda thunked that the beagle really was a gabillion years old... however, that beagle is just as lazy as my puggle is now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The job search is still going on... so far all dead ends... so I'm still working only 2 hours a day... and spending the rest of my time being addicted to One Tree Hill and my DVR... I try to squeeze JUST enough cleaning in there that I'm not told I'm lazy LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did I tell you that Angel's teacher is preggers? YUP! She's having twins even... its her first pregnancy too... I told her to quit now while she's ahead... and get this! SHE wants to go the old fashion way &amp;amp; NOT know what she's having! Who does that anymore??? Well, my mom is crocheting her this really cool ABC baby blanket &amp;amp; I'm attempting my very first quilt! Well, really it'll be more like a baby comforter... Its of Noah's Arc and it's going to be hand embroidered then I get to learn how to sew so I can put on the backing and bottom... Only I dunno what I should do for the backing since it should be a neutral color... Dang her for not wanting to know the sex of the children! I'll definitely post pics when I get one taken... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know what else to tell you... Like I've said, I live a boring life... Not much happens here.... Have a great day guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-5443097216801049778?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/5443097216801049778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=5443097216801049778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5443097216801049778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5443097216801049778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-in-san-diego-im-40-sure-of-it.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re in San Diego... I&apos;m 40% sure of it...&quot;'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-6979907893200111736</id><published>2009-01-28T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:56:19.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation... or maybe some happy pills...</title><content type='html'>The dog is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aggrevating&lt;/span&gt; me, the kids are grounded, and hubs is giving me a headache... it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; snowed today, and not to mention the grandmother has called about 7 times today... all for the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reasonings&lt;/span&gt;... well, the first 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sentances&lt;/span&gt; of each call were different but that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start? Lets see... we'll start with the most of my problems... right now, its that dang-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nabbit&lt;/span&gt; dog! The stupid thing hurt his back leg a few days ago &amp;amp; he wont stay still which is increasing his stupid injury so now I'm  gonna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hafta&lt;/span&gt; cough up an arm &amp;amp; a leg tomorrow at the vet for them to pretty much not tell me anything... at least they could probably express him... he seems like he's about ready for that to happen again... not to mention he wont leave anything alone and he wont stop crying at the door to go outside because hubs is out there... OK, that was about an hour ago, but still... he's just aggravating me lately! And I SWEAR, he's doing it on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we'll move on to the kids... I've been asking them and telling them... and hounding them to clean their damn room since before Christmas. Now, what you probably don't know is that we moved their toys from their room down unto the basement (for the most part) so ALL they had to clean up was trash, clothes, and the random toy... it's been OVER a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; month and last Friday I gave them a deadline of Sunday to get it done or face the consequences. They doubted me so they're now grounded for the week. They have had days added on since then for being their horrible selves during grounding &amp;amp; not listening. So, they are grounded now up until Tuesday (that's their last day)... Wednesday if they don't get the room clean by the end of the day tomorrow, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain TOO much about hubs... Its just me taking it out on him... and he plays with the dog (did I mention the dog aggravating me?) LOUDLY while I'm  on the phone with my grandmother (who's repeating herself for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gabillionth&lt;/span&gt; time) while she ACTUALLY says something that was new to me... WHILE I'm trying to put photos in order by date as close as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... photos! I somehow managed to inherit loads of photos... some from mother... some from dad... I don't know who's was who for the most part... let alone where most of them came from, but I FINALLY got them in albums and I was able to fit about 40 years or so into 1 album... FYI - If you plan on leaving me photos in your passing, make sure they're in albums already! I'm NOT interested in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cronicalizing&lt;/span&gt; your life when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know most of it! BUT, I've now made it to 1999... more specifically, the birth of my eldest brat... she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; adorable! I had to scan about 40 photos from 1999 so that I could get duplicates to be able to put in my album &amp;amp; her album  so I should remember to post some of those pics on here another day when I'm  blogging from my desktop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that made me less frustrated! Or maybe its because everyone is in bed except for me... But, let me finish off my aggravations... It snowed today... I'm glad about that... I didn't go in  to work. I told boss before he cut my hours that I will NOT come into work if school was cancelled and school WAS cancelled... however, I STILL got woken up at 7:15 by the mutt and then the kids woke up shortly after that so I didn't get much me-time, but it's OK... Hubs asked me if I could clean up the snow a bit before the ice came down... I vaguely remember nodding &amp;amp; humming that I would so I had no choice... I went out around 11:30 or so to do it &amp;amp; got back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; at 1:00. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; called and asked if I was tired. I responded with "Did your grandson get a new job?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt; she said "I dunno, did he?" And I said "I don't know but I figured he must have gotten a new job because I'm sure he'd be out helping me if he wasn't working." And she laughed. Apparently she told him to go down &amp;amp; help shovel &amp;amp; he never did. And also, apparently he snuck out the house and off to the wife's house while I had my back turned to him and was clearing the path for the trash. Lazy ass bottom-feeder! UGH! He pisses me off, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna go to bed. I no longer feel the need to write this blog to begin with now... Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-6979907893200111736?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/6979907893200111736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=6979907893200111736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6979907893200111736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6979907893200111736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-vacation-or-maybe-some-happy.html' title='I need a vacation... or maybe some happy pills...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7594444068101244712</id><published>2009-01-20T22:18:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:51:49.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the new me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>A day of changes</title><content type='html'>Well, today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a day of changes. It started out with the Presidential Inauguration. We now have a new President. An African American President even! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; next one will be woman! Today also happened to be my hair appointment... If you go back to my prior blog, you will see what I was looking for... then you can compare it to what I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we get into that, let me introduce you to a few 'before' pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYa6rw_WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oJEbfQn5NO8/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586000217439586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYa6rw_WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oJEbfQn5NO8/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me with straight hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYanvJRaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZbpeboFt0N8/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585995131340194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYanvJRaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZbpeboFt0N8/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  my hair all natural...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYTLI26aI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ghbRhLT-GAo/s1600-h/PIC-0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585867195476386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYTLI26aI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ghbRhLT-GAo/s320/PIC-0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I arrive at Maria's and she decides to chop off all of that before she starts to color. We'd hate to waste the time coloring what's being cut anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYKDQw_YI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aB0As6-CLC0/s1600-h/PIC-0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585710462336386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYKDQw_YI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aB0As6-CLC0/s320/PIC-0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  And we start to foil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaX-nCLFwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/To1F3F6n55M/s1600-h/PIC-0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585513906378498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaX-nCLFwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/To1F3F6n55M/s320/PIC-0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I feel like Cousin It. Maria sworn I wouldn't look like Cousin It when she was done with me. I told her I didn't mind as long as I didn't look like Uncle Fester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaXwjV3qOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lkTpxm1PiCU/s1600-h/PIC-0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585272397080802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaXwjV3qOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lkTpxm1PiCU/s320/PIC-0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Oh, look... all foiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaXwvw8lNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hYbgguGmDsg/s1600-h/PIC-0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585275731875026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaXwvw8lNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hYbgguGmDsg/s320/PIC-0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  And now I wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaXfIifpUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D1USqTufHXs/s1600-h/PIC-0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584973144499522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaXfIifpUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D1USqTufHXs/s320/PIC-0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rinsed &amp;amp; ready to cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaXGLTFcHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DdmCPEY-1Rw/s1600-h/PIC-0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584544388444274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaXGLTFcHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DdmCPEY-1Rw/s320/PIC-0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  snip snip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaW7_cGB4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DL99r6Y6jCw/s1600-h/PIC-0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584369406314370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaW7_cGB4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DL99r6Y6jCw/s320/PIC-0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  so far so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWy4QNdQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LoIAGWoSAJI/s1600-h/PIC-0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584212858598658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWy4QNdQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LoIAGWoSAJI/s320/PIC-0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make sure it's all even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWqoqKT1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cx3koq8YUN4/s1600-h/PIC-0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584071233523538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWqoqKT1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Cx3koq8YUN4/s320/PIC-0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWgc8P8fI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oH7-eyzGLyo/s1600-h/PIC-0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293583896289473010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWgc8P8fI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oH7-eyzGLyo/s320/PIC-0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting ready to style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWV6S849I/AAAAAAAAAE4/JDtvN-t8pXI/s1600-h/PIC-0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293583715190760402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWV6S849I/AAAAAAAAAE4/JDtvN-t8pXI/s320/PIC-0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's get you pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWMYLa0hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2LI0c-6akmM/s1600-h/SANY3991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293583551413539346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaWMYLa0hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2LI0c-6akmM/s320/SANY3991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Hot Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaV6N5ji7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ztv9sk6pvCg/s1600-h/SANY3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293583239416613810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaV6N5ji7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ztv9sk6pvCg/s320/SANY3993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaVsY3ehuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-H-i_PNmimc/s1600-h/SANY3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293583001842517730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaVsY3ehuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-H-i_PNmimc/s320/SANY3992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The new &amp;amp; improved me! Am I hot or what????? I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited about my hair! I LOVE it! I can't wait til I get seen in public to see what everyone thinks! Hubs kept telling me I was cute... Angel &amp;amp; Princess told me I looked weird... but in a good way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;... And Max barked and tried to eat me, but I think that's because I was avoiding his stupid jumping and not giving him my undivided attention... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; else has seen it yet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I'm off to bed... Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite, see you tomorrow, see you on Wednesday, sweet dreams, luv u so much&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7594444068101244712?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7594444068101244712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7594444068101244712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7594444068101244712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7594444068101244712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-of-changes.html' title='A day of changes'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SXaYa6rw_WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oJEbfQn5NO8/s72-c/Fran+hair+pre-cut+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-4913179325905109761</id><published>2009-01-19T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:01:41.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furry critters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='max'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><title type='text'>Dag-nabbit furry scoundrels!</title><content type='html'>I'm telling you, I am giving up on furry creatures... they're nothing more than a pain in my ass! This has been one sore weekend! It started out on Saturday... Sir Max-a-lot decided to take a nap on the couch (one of his MANY favorite past times... I think just short of licking his ass...) and the kids are down in the basement playing and hubs is... well... lets just say he's the king &amp;amp; he was sitting on his throne... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, it's about 1:30 or so &amp;amp; I decide I should check the mail so I get up, open the hallway door and walk to the front porch. I'm just closing the mailbox cover and notice something in the corner of my eye. I look down &amp;amp; there's the sleeping dog... only, he's not sleeping anymore, he's sniffing... "MAX! Come on... In the house, lets go..." Oh, he went alright... down the steps and to the corner of the house... "Come on Max... lets get a cookie" I cooed. Cookie? Screw the cookie... I'm outside... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LEASHLESS&lt;/span&gt;! FREEDOM... off he goes towards the back of the house so off I run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;THRU&lt;/span&gt; the house to try to catch him off guard... NOPE! Didn't work! Stupid dog! I chased that dog back &amp;amp; forth down the street &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the yard then he took off down the driveway &amp;amp; down the street... I passed the mailman too... Stupid guy couldn't help me out at all! See if I leave HIM a card this Christmas! JERK! BUT, anyways... Max stops so I start creeping up on him... just about there... a few more inches... DAMN! He took off again! OH, did I tell you that I was shoeless? YUP! I had me no shoes... You DO know I live in New England, right? Also, in case you were wondering, there is snow on the ground... and ice... and people don't know how to clean up their sidewalks... so my feet are numb and I'm pissed off at this stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' dog and now I'm yelling... I'm halfway up the street (really it's about 3 houses away from the 'busy intersection') and Max stops and I notice something coming up from behind me and I hear a shout... this isn't good because of the location of where I was standing... Max stands the hair up off his back and starts to growl and this is where I take my moment... I pounce onto Max &amp;amp; scoop him up, turn around and am relieved because the shout was to the very pretty silver/gray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pitbull&lt;/span&gt; puppy instead of to the mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' boxer who tried to eat poor defenseless Max once before when he was just a baby! (I know, Max is 7 months old, he's still a baby but this was when Max still LOOKED like a baby... when he was about 16 weeks old or so... damn bastard boxer...) So, the guy yells over that she's just a puppy and I know this... I've seen her before... and I told him mine is too but mine is a jackass because he ran away... SO, NOW I'm walking up the street and I'm about 3 houses away from home and hubs got off the throne and came out searching for the dog... next time I'm going to let him go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was quite the ordeal and I can finally feel my toes... but, Hubs decided that I was mad at HIM instead of the dog (who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; thought that? IDIOT...) and so he started getting all defensive at me and I wasn't going to listen to it so I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and started on a new novel... my inspiration? Max... but then I leave and go to Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond... guess what? They don't believe in bookshelves there! So, I asked Mark if he wanted to take a road trip to CT to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; and he said sure... I'm thinking i don't have to see the stupid mutt anytime soon... yea, I'm still irked at this point... I get home, we get ready, we leave for what ended up being an almost 5 hour adventure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;... didn't realize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; was almost 2 hours away... BUT, we pull in the driveway and hear the damn dog barking &amp;amp; crying &amp;amp; howling... UGH! he NEVER does that! He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; quiet in his crate, he must REALLY have to go potty... so I send hubs in while I wake the girls up... guess what people... Houdini escaped! YUP! He was crying because he was in the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; house alone... in the dark... and he was all done chewing up plastic bags... His bowels are FINALLY back to normal... I THINK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday, I have a nice peaceful day... the dog &amp;amp; I haven't quite made up yet &amp;amp; he'd rather be with anyone BUT me but that wasn't quite an option at that moment but we made it and went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to today... I'm suddenly woken up to hubs leaning over me... dammit! It CAN'T be time for him to leave &amp;amp; me to get up yet... Its still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; dark outside and the dog isn't crying to get out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he's up... "I think there's a mouse in the house," he says. &lt;em&gt;GREAT!&lt;/em&gt; You wake me up because of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; mouse? How the hell do you expect me to go back to sleep NOW? "OK? What do you plan on doing?" I ask. So now he's sitting there leaning over me shining a flashlight into the corner... He sees nothing, I hear nothing &amp;amp; now I think he's just lost it... I'm going back to sleep, I'm tired... I roll over and start hearing a noise. &lt;em&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;/em&gt; Hubs sits up and turns the flashlight back on... he's searching &amp;amp; searching... lights out... I start relaxing... movement... flashlight... dirty vicious cycle... but then he's like "I see it!" &lt;em&gt;FABULOUS! There's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; mouse in my house... in MY bedroom of ALL places... &lt;/em&gt;I'm NOT a fan of mice or rats or any other rodents unless they come from a pet store and are in a cage... you know, an INVITED guest... So now I'm TRYING really hard to go back to sleep and I hear the movement again and hubs &lt;em&gt;SOMEHOW&lt;/em&gt; was able to follow the noise... "He's in the kids' room," he says.&lt;em&gt; Oh, thank GOD they slept over a friends house last night! This would NOT be going over so well if they were here... &lt;/em&gt;Thinking of which, wish me luck with telling them WHY their room is torn apart even more than before (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;altho&lt;/span&gt;, to me it looks like an improvement...) Princess will never sleep in her room again! Anyways, hubs gets up, starts walking to their room, and says "You're done now f*er!" MY HERO! All the while, I just want to go to sleep and I'm now thinking&lt;em&gt; Screw it! Its ONLY a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; mouse...  &lt;/em&gt;But then, I learn that its NOT a mouse... its a squirrel... a baby squirrel... a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt; FLYING squirrel... experienced that one before... NOT wanting to do that again... ESPECIALLY since THIS time its in MY house... not so funny like it was when we chased it around to rescue Mother... hell, I'm laughing my ass off right now thinking about that time upstairs! I even got pictures of that little guy... BUT, that little guy didn't show up &amp;amp; wake me up after 3am either... Hubs demands a little help *basically watch it &amp;amp; tell me where it goes*... SO, I watch him chase the damn thing around for a good 40 minutes before we FINALLY caught it... in a box up on top of the kids bookshelf and let me tell you, that critter was caught by pure LUCK! AND he was unharmed, too! Hubs let him outside and the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;scoundrel&lt;/span&gt; took off running back to the side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; house... the Bastard best not try to sneak in again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... it's 4:20am and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; give hubs an hour longer to sleep and we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that if I even THOUGHT about going to sleep I wouldn't wake up... not to mention I'm wide awake now anyways and couldn't fall asleep now if I even tried so we both get up, let the happy-go-lucky Max out &amp;amp; we try to find something on TV... I'm starting to crash when hubs gets up to go shower but then he leaves AND that means &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can turn on One Tree Hill! I watched 1.5 episodes, almost finished disc 3 of Season 1 and now I'm sitting at work with only 1/2 hour to go... What an adventurous morning! I need a vacation... and soup... I think I want soup for dinner tonight... cheeseburger chowder! YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-4913179325905109761?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4913179325905109761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=4913179325905109761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/4913179325905109761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/4913179325905109761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/dag-nabbit-furry-scoundrels.html' title='Dag-nabbit furry scoundrels!'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-1625268597765922628</id><published>2009-01-18T18:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:21:02.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the new me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucking'/><title type='text'>well, THIS can't be good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK, y'all... remember the Perfect Company that I applied to? Well... the listing is STILL on their website and I have yet to get a call back... BUT, to make it worse, that same position was posted onto Monster.com on 1/12/09... THAT can't be good, can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on a completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/span&gt; note, I go in 2 days for my cut &amp;amp; color &amp;amp; hubs is convinced I'm going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;... he saw the box in the bathroom &amp;amp; doesn't believe me that that is mother's stuff... boy, he's surely in for a surprise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-1625268597765922628?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/1625268597765922628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=1625268597765922628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/1625268597765922628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/1625268597765922628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-this-cant-be-good.html' title='well, THIS can&apos;t be good...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-4232683519957333470</id><published>2009-01-12T14:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:43:29.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a new me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, I have an appointment for a cut &amp;amp; color on the 20th so I need to find a newlook. I THINK I found it but I need to know what you all think. This is my current hair, Au Natural: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3FDpouII/AAAAAAAAADo/wANrv1SvUP4/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290523484783949954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3FDpouII/AAAAAAAAADo/wANrv1SvUP4/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3Crq2KdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/t7ClmRRWun0/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290523443986835922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3Crq2KdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/t7ClmRRWun0/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3DdtiM9I/AAAAAAAAADY/uuEFL8OUQ5Y/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290523457419883474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3DdtiM9I/AAAAAAAAADY/uuEFL8OUQ5Y/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3EgZQAbI/AAAAAAAAADg/T4v1u2Q4Ppo/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290523475319980466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3EgZQAbI/AAAAAAAAADg/T4v1u2Q4Ppo/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And THIS is me with straight hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu15nJVuhI/AAAAAAAAADA/AURG0qSzomU/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290522188642105874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu15nJVuhI/AAAAAAAAADA/AURG0qSzomU/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu15DRClvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/apxtu4NaESY/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290522179010729714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu15DRClvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/apxtu4NaESY/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu16PtRA1I/AAAAAAAAADI/i_eRUqKqH0c/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290522199530210130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu16PtRA1I/AAAAAAAAADI/i_eRUqKqH0c/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu14fjpDRI/AAAAAAAAACw/OCx9JW8Zh00/s1600-h/Fran+hair+pre-cut+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290522169425071378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu14fjpDRI/AAAAAAAAACw/OCx9JW8Zh00/s320/Fran+hair+pre-cut+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And THIS is me with only the help of moose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meeeee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/meeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that you've seen my hair, normally I just throw it up in a ponytail &amp;amp; run out the door. THAT is because I work for the crappy company... BUT, with the job hunt happening, I want something that I can either spend a little bit more time with and go straight, or stick with the moose and go curly ALL while it still looks professional enough for a fabulous company... AND still be able to toss up in a pony when softball comes back around... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking of THIS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hairstyle1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/hairstyle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want those colors... I want the color to look like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=haircolor.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/haircolor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So... tell me... is that hot or WHAT???? I LOVE it... BUT, would it work for me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; where you come in... my 3 fabulous followers... would that cut with the chosen colors look fab or drab on me?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-4232683519957333470?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/4232683519957333470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=4232683519957333470&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/4232683519957333470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/4232683519957333470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-new-me.html' title='time for a new me...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWu3FDpouII/AAAAAAAAADo/wANrv1SvUP4/s72-c/Fran+hair+pre-cut+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-1924757209587327751</id><published>2009-01-10T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:15:31.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mutt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winning'/><title type='text'>oops... I did it again...</title><content type='html'>I went to another basketball game... I found out that yesterday's game was their 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; win... they pretty much suck... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WELLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;.... today... they... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;... well, I'll let you see for yourself... they were the guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2009family102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/2009family102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP! They kicked BUTT!!!!!!!! And Twinkle Toes ALMOST made a basket! So now they're 3 wins &amp;amp; LOTS of losses... I think I'm going to keep going until he makes a basket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm off to read my book but I'll leave u with an adorable pic of the lazy mutt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2009family004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/2009family004.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/8305827875096358422-1924757209587327751?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/1924757209587327751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=1924757209587327751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/1924757209587327751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/1924757209587327751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='oops... I did it again...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-5417952093695425798</id><published>2009-01-09T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:50:07.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photo test - final take</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;... now I'll give you a show from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photobucket&lt;/span&gt;... 1 of 2 things will happen... either I'll get pics &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;-out my text or I'll have a page full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mumbo&lt;/span&gt;-jumbo that means nothing... here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This SHOULD be a picture of my &lt;a href="http://smplyunprdctble.blogspot.com/"&gt;wonderful brother&lt;/a&gt; showing off part of his banana suit... notice the mullet?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mullet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/mullet.jpg" border="0" alt="Russ Mullet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this photo, my mother decided to use a whole roll of film on us in 1 day &amp;amp; I guess figured it'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; for... well... the rest of our lives? But, I must say, I WAS pretty darned cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=merusskids.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/merusskids.jpg" border="0" alt="me &amp;amp;amp; russ kids" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Thanksgiving 1986 I was 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thanksgiving1986.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/thanksgiving1986.jpg" border="0" alt="thanksgiving 1986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was taken at wonderful brother's college graduation... can you believe I was 3 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt; there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/?action=view&amp;amp;current=russgrad2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e162/fran429/russgrad2.jpg" border="0" alt="russ grad 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the sad thing is that I THINK I figured this out &amp;amp; if I did, I'm gonna HATE to have to take ANOTHER step just to add pics in my blog... any suggestions of easier ways or is this it for me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-5417952093695425798?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/5417952093695425798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=5417952093695425798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5417952093695425798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5417952093695425798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-test-final-take.html' title='photo test - final take'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7170624351995521376</id><published>2009-01-09T21:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:37:32.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another picture test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJwDrK40I/AAAAAAAAABQ/CYxAKZWpc8I/s1600-h/bradley+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289488483571393346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJwDrK40I/AAAAAAAAABQ/CYxAKZWpc8I/s320/bradley+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJwdYEVZI/AAAAAAAAABg/exvg7OPeTdI/s1600-h/bradley+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289488490470593938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJwdYEVZI/AAAAAAAAABg/exvg7OPeTdI/s320/bradley+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJwX_ZTSI/AAAAAAAAABY/rs4O2U2bFnE/s1600-h/bradley+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289488489024933154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJwX_ZTSI/AAAAAAAAABY/rs4O2U2bFnE/s320/bradley+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get it right one of these tries... maybe I'll give you a tour of my handsome nephew... ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGH! THAT didn't work either... am I going to have to use photobucket for this??? I'm thinking so... I'll attempt one last time...&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/8305827875096358422-7170624351995521376?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7170624351995521376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7170624351995521376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7170624351995521376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7170624351995521376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-picture-test.html' title='another picture test'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJwDrK40I/AAAAAAAAABQ/CYxAKZWpc8I/s72-c/bradley+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-8044875693568352134</id><published>2009-01-09T21:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:35:12.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJAYPuhLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q7Mjg8W-wT4/s1600-h/boston01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289487664459711666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJAYPuhLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q7Mjg8W-wT4/s320/boston01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJAq5FdbI/AAAAAAAAABI/90qBMZ5gtjs/s1600-h/children+museum+BMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289487669465019826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJAq5FdbI/AAAAAAAAABI/90qBMZ5gtjs/s320/children+museum+BMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJAZ7GPSI/AAAAAAAAABA/6bG7lRtR46E/s1600-h/boston03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289487664910056738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJAZ7GPSI/AAAAAAAAABA/6bG7lRtR46E/s320/boston03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so this is just to see if I figured out how to add a picture so I can start blogging on my desktop which is loaded with pictures LOL... so, I have a very small amount of pictures on my laptop (which is very few and I'm not sure WHAT is on here...) so here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... I THOUGHT that maybe the pics would show up underneath my writing... but I guess not... that is our trip to Boston the summer of 2007... doesnt my fam look oh-so-cute? Those are all cellphone pics... maybe I'll post a few more blogs with a few more pics to see if I can learn this thing after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8305827875096358422-8044875693568352134?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/8044875693568352134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=8044875693568352134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8044875693568352134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8044875693568352134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing.html' title='testing...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SWgJAYPuhLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q7Mjg8W-wT4/s72-c/boston01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-89070390830102043</id><published>2009-01-09T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:04:52.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smply unprdctble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous'/><title type='text'>who woulda thunk?</title><content type='html'>OK, so anyone who knows me knows I HATE basketball. I think it is the most pathetic sport ever. I mean, seriously... it was only invented so a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; goons in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;redonkulous&lt;/span&gt; sized feet could feel better about themselves... but anyways, my nephew is on a basketball team... he's 10... or is he 11? I can't remember. But, his mother sent a text a few weeks back telling us about his 1st game and if anyone wanted to go. I told her I'd make it to one of his games one of these days... I had to find out when hubby wanted to go... I wasn't going to torture myself to basketball all by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had spoke to her yesterday (I think *I speak to her almost daily at the school*) and she said he had a game today, tomorrow, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. I told her to text me the times of the games &amp;amp; I'll try to make it to one of them, I had to talk to hubs 1st. I spoke to hubs &amp;amp; he said he'd go with me (THANK GAWD!) and so I said we'd talk about which one we'd go to later when he got home... Well... guess what, I decided we'd go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tonight's&lt;/span&gt; game because a) I could get it over with; b) we had nothing planned for the day; c) it's not in the middle of the day (tomorrow at noon); and d) I don't have to worry about the kids needing to hurry up and get ready for school the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;... I head off into the car with Princess while Angel watched Hubs finish beautifying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hisself&lt;/span&gt;... I'm thinking we're going to be late and have NO parking and have to walk in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blistering&lt;/span&gt; cold freezing our asses off but we get there with about 2 minutes to spare. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; this BIG-ASS brick pillar that is in our view of 1/2 the court. Really fun... especially since, well... I HATE basketball... so, here I am doing my 'good aunt' deed and torturing myself with basketball, however... I consider it an excuse to take pictures (I'm a picture whore! *I took 172 pictures during a 2 hour birthday party once*) and find out that my Sugar Daddy is ref-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; the game... added bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so... the game starts, we're like a minute in &amp;amp; the whistle blows, ref says something &amp;amp; I'm like "what?" and hubs says "carrying"... sure, if he says so.... what ever the hell THAT means... so the game continues on and the whistle goes again &amp;amp; so, again, I'm like "what?" but this time sister -in-law-in-law says "traveling", yea, sure... if you say so... i thought that was carrying... hubs attempts to tell me what a carry is &amp;amp; I realize that that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;'t what I thought it was after all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;... so that's when I  look down &amp;amp; realize that my nephew isn't even playing at that time. Time to put the camera away... I'm thinking I wasted my time... then sister-in-law-in-law says that they'll be putting subs in in about 20 seconds. "So that's when *said nephew* will be playing?" I asked. "Yup," said she. GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, buzzer rings &amp;amp; nephew enters the game... it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; entertaining... can I tell you... nephew runs on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tippy&lt;/span&gt;-toes. AND... he gets mad &amp;amp; he hunches his shoulders and suddenly looks like he could charge you like a bull... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wayyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; too funny since he has this look of a kid who's pretty much a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dweeby&lt;/span&gt;-wimp (true story... he's &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a dork!) But anyways, I'm snapping pics every now &amp;amp; then and trying to figure out what the hell all these fouls are for and Princess announces that she has to go potty. I told her she had to wait 5 minutes until half-time break and I'd bring her... so she went &amp;amp; sat with hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-time came - score was 10 them, 6 us... wasn't really looking good since their 10 came EASILY and our 6 looked like total LUCKY shots! I mean, we couldn't even get a free-throw! So, Princess gets her potty break and the game starts again. A friend of Angel's was there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;becuz&lt;/span&gt; her brother was on the opposite team and Angel &amp;amp; Princess wanted to go play with her so I told them to get lost (they were still in my eye-sight, just not up my ass anymore) So now, I'm finally kinda understanding the game and Twinkle Toes finally gets the ball... woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! Go Twinkle Toes... whistle blows... WHAT the hell happened now? Traveling... Good old Twinkle Toes, if you didn't run on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tippy&lt;/span&gt;-toes, you'd be able to stop once you got the ball so you could dribble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this really short kid (which surprises me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; aren't you supposed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; to be able to play? this kid was the shortest THERE) shows up outta nowhere *really I think he was just hidden behind all the normal sized players* and makes a basket... YES! suddenly we come back &amp;amp; the score is 10-10 and then our team gets another chance at free throws... he gets 2. First shot... bounce... bounce... position... roll the ball.... shoot.... miss... DAMN! second shot... bounce... roll the ball... position... roll the ball.... rock back and forth... roll the ball... aim... roll the ball... aim... throw... WHOOSH!!! 11-10 us... THAT'S the point that's going to win the game... suddenly I'm into the game, so what if I don't like it, we're winning! I'm watching these little kids run back and forth... suddenly Twinkle Toes gets the ball again and we're like THROW IT TWINKLE TOES (except we used his real name) and a little brat stole it from him... crap! other team comes back &amp;amp; scores... now we're losing again... then, outta nowhere, you remember that really short kid I told you about earlier in this paragraph? He comes back and he scores a basket... then the other team grabs the ball &amp;amp; they're going back &amp;amp; forth on the court.. and Twinkle Toes gets the ball again &amp;amp; we're like THROW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And he throws it... I'm on the edge of my seat... he missed it... hubs said if he gave it a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;UMPH&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; went in (see, I told you twinkle toes was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dweeby&lt;/span&gt;) and that's when I told sister-in-law-in-law that even though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like basketball, I was about to jump up outta my seat &amp;amp; cheer like crazy if Twinkle Toes got it in. She said she was going to as well... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we're coming down to the last 2 minutes and its a very close game... we're losing... but then shorty &amp;amp; another kid show up and go back &amp;amp; forth hogging the ball but they scored... then again... so now the score is 19-16 us... HOLY CRAP! GET THAT DAMN BALL AWAY FROM THEM!!!! THEY'RE GOING TO SCORE! OH MY GOD! LETS GO DEFENSE... finally our team is able to get the ball away from the other team without them scoring any... our team has the ball they're coming up court... we yell SLOW IT DOWN THE COURT... I guess you only get 3 seconds in a box... it'd suck to have to give the ball up... so he's slowly doing it... then the other team gets the ball again... I'm like CRAP! Then the countdown starts... 3...2...1... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;BUZZZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt; WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELL YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly clapping like crazy, screaming, and clapping like a huge fan... you never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; guessed I hate basketball... I think it's OK when its played by kids... they're cute... not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; goons... yet... so, maybe I will go back tomorrow... we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while I was writing this blog, my &lt;a href="http://smplyunprdctble.blogspot.com/"&gt;wonderful brother&lt;/a&gt; kept &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SmplyUnprdctble/status/1108080269"&gt;tweeting&lt;/a&gt; me asking me to announce his embarrassing childhood... so, I brought up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; experience and come to find out, EVERYONE already knows that... but I wonder if he tells the WHOLE story... the part where he sticks his hand in for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; AS the toilet is flushing, not after everything was down the septic... so I bring up his banana suit and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dweebiness&lt;/span&gt; and how he got beat up by a girl... the next blog I do, I should make it a tribute to his childhood... and yes, you have permission to do the same about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 9pm, I'm off to watch How Its Made to see hubs! He's gonna be FAMOUS!!!!!!! Well, sorta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-89070390830102043?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/89070390830102043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=89070390830102043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/89070390830102043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/89070390830102043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-woulda-thunk.html' title='who woulda thunk?'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-8767026677202698590</id><published>2008-12-12T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:46:18.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total awesomeness'/><title type='text'>It's Christmas!</title><content type='html'>At least here at the office it is... you see, Big Boss Man &amp;amp; wife are heading to FL on Monday til March (which means I get laid off, but, I digress... I'm OK as long as unemployment will roll in again... and/or a new job comes my way...) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;... we had to celebrate Christmas... early... I started out by getting them an ornament back in like January or something like that... it cost me a whole whopping $.15 or so! I figured if I wasn't working here still I would just pass it off to someone else... Well, Big Boss Man's wife comes in today with my gift... they got me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; ornaments and once I figure out how to add photos to blogs I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; will... oh, and they got me... ready? a $25 gift cert to... wait for it... BARNES &amp;amp; NOBLE! I LOVES ME some Barnes &amp;amp; Noble!!!!!!!!!!! It was the best Christmas EVER!!! (Shut up! I KNOW I say that every year!) SO, I felt bad and ran to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt; donuts during lunch &amp;amp; got them a donut ornament and a gift card... pretty crappy tho... you can't top the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; ornaments OR Barnes &amp;amp; Noble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-8767026677202698590?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/8767026677202698590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=8767026677202698590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8767026677202698590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8767026677202698590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas!'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-5675799295735884191</id><published>2008-12-11T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:37:48.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a chapter...</title><content type='html'>Today was Jeanne's funeral. Big Boss Man was nice enough to give me a few hours off of work so I could go (THANK YOU BIG BOSS MAN!!!!!!) It started out as awkward at the funeral home... Especially when I was the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; called to pay my respects and I didn't really want to... I wanted to sneak out as quickly as possible... I had seen her yesterday and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like it. BUT, I did the right thing... I paid my respects and walked out to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to the church (right next door, but we had to drive anyways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) where we had a full Mass for her. I broke down and cried when they brought her down. Then I cried again when they brought her back up the aisle. All the time between that, I was able to hold back the tears but my heart ached. It ached for everyone in that room mourning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; loss of Jeanne. Did I say yet, that I felt awkward? Well, that awkwardness continued onto the church. You see, I'm not Catholic. Well, I was baptised Catholic as a baby. But that's as far as it goes. Its funny how I can't recite the Lord's Prayer, but it flowed outta my lips so easily tho. Then, we had to turn around to everyone &amp;amp; shake hands or hug &amp;amp; say "Peace be with you"... AWKWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, Mass ended.... and all that up &amp;amp; down, up &amp;amp; down, up &amp;amp; down I had to do did a toll on my bladder... I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;... so, I stood in line at the bathroom... and waited.... and waited... and waited... finally it was my turn... so I went &amp;amp; peed... and peed... and peed... I'm telling you, this pee was WORSE than Black Friday after 4 LARGE coffees and an hour wait for the store to open... it was CRAZY! It WOULDN'T end! Luckily for me, I was the last car to drive to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;... I'm walking out the church and people are laughing at me, I kinda almost wanted to take a bow &amp;amp; wave but decided it wasn't the time or the place... so, I got in my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're driving to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; now *oh, did I tell you my sis-in-law drove with me?* and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jerk-faced&lt;/span&gt; people are suddenly just cutting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the line of cars with these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;loverly&lt;/span&gt; little purple flags on top all clearly written out with the word FUNERAL on them but, I digress, we're now driving to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;, me the last of the line... We pull in and the boys (not so much, but u get the idea) are carrying the casket over and the Priest is saying the final prayer for her and I start to bawl again... I thought I was all out of tears, guess not... I bawled &amp;amp; bawled &amp;amp; bawled... Then I feel better... suddenly, Jeanne's ancient mother gets up and walks over (with help) and placed a carnation upon the casket. Then more family get carnations and say goodbye. Suddenly I start crying again. This time, I'm not crying for my own sorrow. I'm crying for them. Because THEY just lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;THEIR&lt;/span&gt; loved one. Because I know that the void in their heart they are feeling will never go away. It will feel lighter but it will always be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone leaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;. I leave and run home. Let the Max out to piddle and made him go back in his crate. We then *in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; cars now* make our way to the Legion for the get-together there. I walk in &amp;amp; Mother is there. UGH! She's awfully disrespectful and ignorant and I wished she had been at the other bar instead... But, I go in and walk past her as quickly as possible saying as little as allowed... we eat and now I have to return back to work. I say good-bye to all and notice that there is dessert out now. Zoom in on the cake... the cake with LOADS of frosting... now, anyone who knows me, KNOWS that frosting, to me, is better than sex! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; I ate frosting... lots and lots of frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now back at work (for a couple more minutes) and my belly hurts. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wayyy&lt;/span&gt; too stuffed. I said my farewell to Jeanne and did the best I could to help comfort her family members I knew and we are all starting a new chapter in our life. The next chapter is the chapter where we live our life with the memories we have of Jeanne and remember her for how she was before her short lived residency on her death bed. Rest In Peace Jeanne! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I go home, feel better, eat nothing, and bowl my brains out tonight! This night is for you Jeanne!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-5675799295735884191?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/5675799295735884191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=5675799295735884191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5675799295735884191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5675799295735884191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-chapter.html' title='The end of a chapter...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-6143535092528544485</id><published>2008-12-10T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:55:41.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happening again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm gonna be getting laid off again! Sooner this year than last year too... especially since "last year" is still this year... you see, I got laid off in January, but with severence... til mid-year where I got brought back on the books but only part time. I'm now currently working up to 32 hours a week and have been for about a month now... Boss is thinking about heading to FL like this week or next week til March... a good 2-3 weeks earlier then normal... I'll be getting laid off at that same time, I'm certain of it! If not, it'll be within the week of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I applied to &lt;em&gt;Perfect Company&lt;/em&gt; and have yet to hear back... they still have job posted on website... I can ONLY hope that they dont plan on hiring til after the holidays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Wish me luck guys!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-6143535092528544485?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/6143535092528544485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=6143535092528544485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6143535092528544485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6143535092528544485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-happening-again.html' title='It&apos;s happening again....'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-2363204013138719528</id><published>2008-12-08T09:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:07:17.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankfulness'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Well, where do I begin? lets see here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1) RIP Jeanne L! You were a great wife &amp;amp; wonderful mother &amp;amp; loving grandmother. You will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be missed, but like your family said, We will see you again up there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;2) Hubs - thank you so much for going to the hospital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;... I know it was hard for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of your mom... I KNOW it meant SO much to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; it meant a BUNCH to me too! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;3) Princess is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; funny! Driving down the street, we see Nativity scene. "Look mommy! There's baby Jesus! And Mary! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jophes&lt;/span&gt;!" "It's Joseph, honey." "I KNOW! That's what I said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jophes&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; cute! LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;4) Angel, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; ARE an angel! You are way to sweet and perfect! I can't thank God enough for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And THAT is what I'm dedicating this post to! All the things I am thankful to God for. Sometimes I wonder why I bother with the way my life is going then something happens and God makes me see why I do it. So, Dear Lord, (and all else who reads this) I am thankful for the following (NOT in any particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1) Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;2) Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;3) Hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;4) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Smply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;5) Nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;6) My life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;7) Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;8) My dear Daddy - RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;9) food on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;10) clothes on mine &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fam's&lt;/span&gt; back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;11) a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;12) friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;13) my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;-kins (she's MORE than JUST a friend! She's the BEST!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;14) Mother (shocking, I know!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;15) Music - it's about as powerful as reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I know I don't post often and I will have a blog run through my mind but never make it on here, so know that I'm also thankful for you all for tolerating my lack of postings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-2363204013138719528?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/2363204013138719528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=2363204013138719528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/2363204013138719528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/2363204013138719528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-8571758725624503309</id><published>2008-11-18T14:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:48:52.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The place I hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>The search is on...</title><content type='html'>I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hooky&lt;/span&gt; from work today. Angel had a fever and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; stuffy nose... She's still congested but I think, for the most part, her fever is done with. I spent the day searching for a new job. I found 6 potentials but 1 that I really, REALLY want! It's Admin Assistant for VP. I am currently AA for P but its such a small company that I can easily be confused with receptionist. I need to figure out Outlook tho. That's a requirement. I fiddled around with PowerPoint today and I THINK I got that... but I can't think of anything that I'd ever need PowerPoint for in everyday life so I don't know what else I'd use PowerPoint for aside from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;templated&lt;/span&gt; slide show that I created (I even threw in a chart!) Outlook seems easy enough but I can't figure out how to put my email in it so I can't move forward. I thought I did but apparently it wasn't right because it wouldn't let me send any emails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... time to get ready to pick Princess up from school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-8571758725624503309?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/8571758725624503309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=8571758725624503309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8571758725624503309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/8571758725624503309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/11/search-is-on.html' title='The search is on...'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7348020685434461930</id><published>2008-11-17T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:11:37.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The place I hate'/><title type='text'>It's official... I HATE my job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK, it's official. I HATE my job! I don't think there's anything that could happen to make me change my mind now... short of a $5/hour raise &amp;amp; that's the funniest thing I've heard all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I figured the tension would be gone come Monday morning like it normally is but he's STILL acting like an arrogant prick! SOOOO, I'm hardly speaking to him. I hope he chokes on his guilt of being a jerk! Its so bad that even McDonalds looks good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone wanna hire me???? (or at least view my resume and tell me what to do TO hire me????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7348020685434461930?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7348020685434461930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7348020685434461930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7348020685434461930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7348020685434461930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official-i-hate-my-job.html' title='It&apos;s official... I HATE my job!'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7302560692679982688</id><published>2008-11-17T08:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:48:12.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The place I hate'/><title type='text'>My life DVR'd Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ready? Set? REWIND!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frantastical&lt;/span&gt; Fables Episode 2 - aired on Friday 11/14/2008 @ 2:00&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Boss Man (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;) is such a jackass! I don't know if I like him or not anymore! It all started around 7:45am *insert wavy lines to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;back story&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BBM's&lt;/span&gt; brother-in-law, we'll call him Bob, wait, not redneck enough... we'll call him Billy Bob... OK, so Billy Bob walks in with a yellow delivery slip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;What's that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Billy Bob: &lt;em&gt;*Insert supplier's name here* just brought a door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ME: *thinking to myself* &lt;em&gt;CRAP! I forgot to write it up on the board that it was coming in, oh well... go with the flow... *&lt;/em&gt;walks over and grabs the delivery slip from Billy Bob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;Yea, that's So&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;So's&lt;/span&gt; door...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;So&amp;amp;So?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;Yea, remember the pain in the ass who changed the door 5 times in 3 minutes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Oh, them... lemme see... maybe you can go and install that door today, Billy Bob.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Billy Bob: *&lt;em&gt;breathing heavily like he's in a deep sleep* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mmmhmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*reaches over and grabs a clipboard* Why isn't he on the clipboard?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ME: *looks over at boards then down at him* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;... that's the window clipboard, not the doors clipboard *tries to squeeze &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; to get it but a) I'm too fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;becuz&lt;/span&gt; b) he is pushed back too close to the wall for me to get by so I stop*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I'll grab it *takes contract off clipboard and turns to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;confirmation&lt;/span&gt; order sheet*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, now, NOTE that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have the delivery sheet and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has his order sheet, I'm standing next to him while he's sitting. Billy Bob is standing in front of the desk looking like a gorilla like usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;OK, its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jeldwen&lt;/span&gt; s530&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Yup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;Size is... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;... three-oh by six-eight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;What's the hinge?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;... its uh, right hinge swing in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;PERFECT! &lt;/em&gt;*grabs phone and calls homeowner... Door is ready to be installed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt;: *hands billy bob the contract* &lt;em&gt;Take a copy of this and leave it on her desk to bill. You can install the door after 10am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Billy Bob: &lt;em&gt;OK *&lt;/em&gt;then walks out the door*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*INSERT wavy lines again... present time* Do you see where this is going? Not yet? Well, lets go back to approximately 10:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*PHONE RINGS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;Good morning, Crap Job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Billy Bob: &lt;em&gt;(OK, I'm going to be honest. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; word for word so I'll just get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;gist&lt;/span&gt; of it) The door don't fit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;WHAT? Well, that figures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Billy Bob: &lt;em&gt;Yea, *insert Supplier name here* screwed up because its written right on the order slip that Big Boss Man does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;Wait, you SEEN that, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt; was the one that checked that, right???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Billy Bob: &lt;em&gt;Yup, I seen it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Yea, but watch... It'll STILL be my fault... it's ALWAYS my fault!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Billy Bob: &lt;em&gt;*laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We finish up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;. I proceed to tell Boss Lady that it'll be my fault even tho I never seen the paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Insert wavy lines - back to 2:00&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; pm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not even going to enter in all the word for word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;convos&lt;/span&gt; now... It went something like this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt; walks in the office, I'm finishing up my work. My 6.5 hours are almost done... I'm wanting to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;, well, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and I got things to do... So, anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;BBM&lt;/span&gt; comes up and says how I didn't check the door before it went out to get installed. I told him that I couldn't check something I didn't have and we argued for a while back &amp;amp; forth about that... he insisted the entire 20 minutes that this went on that he never seen the paper to know the size was wrong... even when I TOLD him in DETAIL how it happened, he still said he had nothing to do with it so I told him I'd argue with him til I was blue in the face because I KNEW I was right &amp;amp; I flat out asked him why he just couldn't admit that he was wrong, for just ONCE in his life! He then says something along the lines of how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never admit when I'm wrong. I tell him how untrue that is and he says that I never admit it, I just look down and walk away... well, rewind... the last time that happened was because he yelled at me and made me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; belittled that I left the room and went in the bathroom and bawled my eyes out as quickly as possible since I get no hiding time EVER... so yea, I do hang my head down and walk away! It sure beats crying in public! So, I'm suddenly at a point in my life where I'm not wanting to cry over this argument. I'm now ready to bring the claws out and fight and not even really care! So, I'm now sitting at my desk snapping at him over EVERYTHING and then swearing under my breath saying how much of an arsehole he is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End of episode 2 - 11/14/08 2:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I'm now out of work and trying to figure out if I should start looking for a job NOW or after the New Year or if I should even bother at all. It seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; something like this happens, it blows over within a few days... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, I need your advice Blog-a-maniacs, do I look for a new job or not???? I've been here for ALMOST 5 years! That's a LONG time! Especially for someone like me with a fear of change!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7302560692679982688?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7302560692679982688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7302560692679982688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7302560692679982688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7302560692679982688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-dvrd-episode-2.html' title='My life DVR&apos;d Episode 2'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-2691835764988010080</id><published>2008-11-16T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:01:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life DVR'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Life, like always, is hectic and crazy! But luckily for you, we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;! Ready?  Set? REWIND!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frantastical&lt;/span&gt; Fables Episode 1 - aired on Friday 11/7/2008 @ 12:02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sitting at work playing a game of spades with whomever is available to speed the time since I now work 6.5 hours a day but only have about 3 hours of work. This time, it happened to be Rock.Starz.Rule when suddenly I get a text from &lt;a href="http://smplyunprdctble.blogspot.com/"&gt;my brother&lt;/a&gt;. It reads as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          him: &lt;em&gt;May I call on you? And if so, is 'big boss man' or 'boss woman' there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          me: &lt;em&gt;'boss woman' is here but you can call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So, suddenly &lt;em&gt;boss woman&lt;/em&gt; gets up and goes potty. &lt;em&gt;SWEET!&lt;/em&gt;, I'm thinking, because now I don't have to worry about her moaning and groaning about me being on my cell phone. Next thing I know, the beep sounds telling us there is someone entering into the office. &lt;em&gt;SHIT! Big Boss Man&lt;/em&gt; is here now and Big Brother is about to call! Wait! No slam! It's not Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt; Man after all! Big Brother will be calling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; a customer here now... Big Brother will have to wait! As I turn my back away from the stairs to get my cell so I can silence it, I suddenly hear "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HERRRBBBIIIIIEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;(PAUSE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;....  back story time... way back when, about 3-4 years ago or so, I enter into work that morning and check the messages. Someone decided to call and leave a message that went something like this almost word for word in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; nasally, southern voice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, my name's Herbie. Herbie Day Hancock and I have some REALLY bad gutters, if you know what I mean!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That caused a huge uproar in the office and something that is joked about now &amp;amp; then between Big Brother &amp;amp; I... now that back-story is told, lets hit PLAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Was that REALLY what I heard? I do a double take, and sure enough, Big Brother is standing at the top of my stairs! My heart skipped about 5 beats and I'm suddenly hugging him. HOW I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my desk is still a blur but I'm screaming and oh so excited to see Big Brother. I haven't seen him in about 3.5 years... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; he came up for the Redneck Wedding (completely diff. story not avail on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;)... So, now I no longer want to be at work and am kinda ticked that I slacked off all day... I quickly finish up my work &amp;amp; leave an hour early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Get outta work, we go to lunch. At this point he has already managed to heart attack mother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt;... when we get back from lunch, its time to pick up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chirren&lt;/span&gt;... Princess looks at Big Brother with this weird, giddy look and says nothing... Angel comes in glances, gives a 'huh?' kinda look and says "Uncle Big Brother?" then gets all excited and starts jumping up and down yelling "Uncle Big Brother!!!!!!!" We leave daycare and hubby is home. All is exciting and happy go lucky hunky dory and we go to the &lt;a href="http://friendlys.com/"&gt;Forbidden Place&lt;/a&gt; for dinner... You see, it's been probably about 3.5 years since Big Brother has had the Forbidden Place so that was where we HAD to go! And we had a BLAST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've decided that Big Brother is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; my other half! I mean, he's about the only one who wouldn't mind going in public with me while I'm wearing my purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;capri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;! He's the only one I know who would go with me to Toys R Us to play on the bouncy balls... Except I was disappointed that there were no bouncy balls... so much for singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Supercalafragilisticexpialadocious&lt;/span&gt; while bouncing... damn commercials lied to me! He's the only one I can watch RENT with and be able to cry and not feel embarrassed... The one I got to watch Phantom of the Opera with and appreciate it. We're like 2 peas in a pod... next thing I know, it's Thursday morning and he's leaving to head back to NH then Boston to go home. It was a great week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End of Episode 1 - Thursday 11/13/08 2:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-2691835764988010080?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/2691835764988010080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=2691835764988010080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/2691835764988010080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/2691835764988010080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-dvrd.html' title='My life DVR&apos;d'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-5150090974184521032</id><published>2008-11-08T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:27:19.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://princesssparklepants.blogspot.com/2008/10/starring-me.html"&gt;PSPants&lt;/a&gt; tagged me so I must comply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clothes&lt;/span&gt;: whatever is comfy and doesn't make me look TOO fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Furniture&lt;/span&gt;: I loves me my entertainment wall tower! Any my full bookshelf... needs me a new bookshelf! Beds are new, couch is a futon... table is hand-me-down... thats it for furniture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt;: East-bum-fudge, MA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweets&lt;/span&gt;: Cheesecake... of any sorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drink&lt;/span&gt;: coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;: Right now in CD player is RENT... Russ' fault... thats a diff blog... thats another day, another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TV Series&lt;/span&gt;: House, American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, 90210, ER, Gossip Girl, Greek (haven't decided if I like it or not yet...), NON-DVR is Roseanne, Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Film&lt;/span&gt;: RENT, RENT flobit, Legally Blonde's, any worthwhile chick-flick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Workout&lt;/span&gt;: Ha ha ha ha ha. Wait- you were serious? Okay, my favorite workout is... the ones that get done in my head... I am mentally HAWT &amp;amp; fitter than fit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pastries&lt;/span&gt;: Donuts count? Boston Creme... or the little frosting filled kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;: Hot... Large, Cinnamon... 7 creams, 7 sugars, 12 cinnamons.... Iced, coconut or toasted almond, extra cream and extra liquid sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging my friend &lt;a href="http://justaflipflopmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flip Flop Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-5150090974184521032?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/5150090974184521032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=5150090974184521032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5150090974184521032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/5150090974184521032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-up'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-6597135150970271034</id><published>2008-10-16T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:43:28.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Who won the debate?</title><content type='html'>My boss asked me this morning if I watched the debate last night. Well, let me tell you. I tried... I really, truely, honestly TRIED! I could NOT do it! It was worse than watching my children. There was more finger pointing than ANYTHING! It was absolutely, positively, PATHETIC! I watched about 3 minutes of it... It wasn't getting any better... so I shut it off &amp;amp; went to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO, this afternoon, I noticed this lovely little article on the internet (and if I could figure out how to post direct links on, I'd do that but u can look here: &lt;a href="http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/91909"&gt;http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/91909&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to quote a line from this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to a &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/10/15/debate.poll/index.html"&gt;national poll&lt;/a&gt; that CNN conducted after the debate, 58% of people felt Barack Obama won the debate, while 31% felt that John McCain performed better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm no math-whiz... well, I DID get my AS in Accounting, so maybe I'm SLIGHTLY a math-whiz... but, even my 3rd grader knows that 58% + 31% is NOT 100%! That means there's another 11% out there... And I bet that that 11% is the only normal bunch of Americans who feel that neither one deserve to be pres. and that we're pretty much screwed for th en ext 4 years... I'm one of that very small 11%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the HELL America... WHY are we letting these IDIOTS try to run our country? WHERE did all the serious candidates go????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us all... I can see this becoming a REALLY LONG 4 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-6597135150970271034?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/6597135150970271034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=6597135150970271034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6597135150970271034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/6597135150970271034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-won-debate.html' title='Who won the debate?'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-51712243458565538</id><published>2008-10-10T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:44:41.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hellz yea!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty peeps! I changed my template &amp;amp; now I so don't have to click on it to see my text! Go me! Too bad I liked the purdy pinky one b4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post yesterday's MySpace blog now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, October 09, 2008&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I’m tired Current mood: tired Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=37927111&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=11"&gt;Jobs, Work, Careers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, my eyes are heavier than heavy &amp;amp; I REALLY contemplated calling in sick today! THAT tired! SO, I decided that I wanted to curl-ify my hair today... I added my product &amp;amp; headed out the door! Confidence booster needed... so I added some eye make-up! Go me, I'm HAWT!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I gets to work today (&amp;amp; what do u know, I was only 5 minutes late today &amp;amp; it wasn't even dunkin donut's fault this time... damn road work clusterfucks!) &amp;amp; here is the morning conversation:&lt;br /&gt;BOSS: Oh, you did your hair today&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yea, I threw some moose in it.&lt;br /&gt;BOSS: You molested a moose and it looks like the moose won.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that was a compliment or an insult, so I took it as a compliment... after all, I AM hawt today!&lt;br /&gt;All that said, my coffee is empty, I'm still tired, and now that my hair is all did &amp;amp; my eyes are done, and I'm all hawt &amp;amp; what not, I can't even take a nap... anyone wanna bring me coffee????&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening : &lt;a onmouseover="window.status=unescape('Daughtry');return true;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Daughtry/dp/B000IY04RC?SubscriptionId=10YFNG2YAAQ0VTNNR4R2&amp;amp;tag=myspace08-20&amp;amp;linkCode=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;creative=165953&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000IY04RC" target="_blank"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/a&gt; By Daughtry Release date: 2006-11-21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-51712243458565538?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/51712243458565538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=51712243458565538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/51712243458565538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/51712243458565538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-hellz-yea.html' title='oh hellz yea!'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-7715406270297718857</id><published>2008-10-10T20:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:53:21.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Oh, what the hell!</title><content type='html'>Alright, WTF was I thinking? This damn blog thinggie sucks... Am I the only one who has to actually click on the screen to show the text to my wonderful postings???? PEEPS!!!!!!!! HELP!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -  My 2 posts for the week are up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-7715406270297718857?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/7715406270297718857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=7715406270297718857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7715406270297718857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/7715406270297718857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-what-hell.html' title='Oh, what the hell!'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8305827875096358422.post-855365772316281163</id><published>2008-10-10T19:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:09:30.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha Peeps</title><content type='html'>Its official! I just created a blog! How often will I update? How cool will my posts be? Who really even gives a damn? I guess we will just have to wait &amp;amp; see! Until then, whazzup????????? I'm off to learn this darned thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8305827875096358422-855365772316281163?l=frantasticalfables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/feeds/855365772316281163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8305827875096358422&amp;postID=855365772316281163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/855365772316281163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8305827875096358422/posts/default/855365772316281163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frantasticalfables.blogspot.com/2008/10/aloha-peeps.html' title='Aloha Peeps'/><author><name>Cupcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460335371258701248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rkCNxk5OP0/SO_v7ZFcDUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yXfe8I5geTg/S220/me+from+jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
