<?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-6596913</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:55:57.637-06:00</updated><category term='Prison Break'/><category term='KAL'/><category term='politics'/><category term='kittings'/><title type='text'>Tongue tied..oh so squeamish...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>683</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-7320273728925909402</id><published>2008-08-23T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:34:43.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my archives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to browse them.  But I dont know how to link them on the side anymore.  My brain has emptied itself of important information like that and replaced it with spell damage numbers, and prices of tailoring materials for my Undead Warlock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sucked into World of Warcrack.  Not as bad as some people..but I will admit to having...*counting*  at least 12 toons.  2 of which I play with any regularity.  But still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to read my past insanity and giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-7320273728925909402?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/7320273728925909402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=7320273728925909402' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7320273728925909402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7320273728925909402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-my-archives.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-7740629086452901458</id><published>2008-08-23T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:59:46.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>holy shit.</title><content type='html'>Hai.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House bought.  School starts.  And I have pink hair now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.  For today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-7740629086452901458?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/7740629086452901458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=7740629086452901458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7740629086452901458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7740629086452901458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-shit.html' title='holy shit.'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-3587097236406580438</id><published>2007-11-20T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:38:32.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo thar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sign the papers on Tuesday the 27th.   We get the keys that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started this process in September, and the best part?  Its a brand spanking new never been lived in before home.  We watched it get built from the foundation up.  We picked all the appliances, the blinds, the carpets, the tiles, the paint, the brick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ALL OURS.  Not built by someone else who got tired of it and sold it.  Built FOR US.  To OUR SPECIFICATIONS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a homeowner now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, and I got a bad ass job too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job that lets me work here, and pays well, and involves playing a global computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the last 2 months of 2007 wont suck so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 2008 will be great.  We need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-3587097236406580438?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/3587097236406580438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=3587097236406580438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/3587097236406580438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/3587097236406580438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/11/hallo-thar.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-8179393160775484480</id><published>2007-09-21T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:30:20.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR-G3EFf7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4oODvL0BbAs/s1600-h/yarn2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR-G3EFf7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4oODvL0BbAs/s320/yarn2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112850133297758130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for my swap buddy BostonBecca!   She pegged it GREAT with colors and styles!  These are my next sock project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR-tHEFf9I/AAAAAAAAABM/eYeHpuLEUFY/s1600-h/Markers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR-tHEFf9I/AAAAAAAAABM/eYeHpuLEUFY/s320/Markers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112850790427754450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR-2HEFf-I/AAAAAAAAABU/PzRTuelIk-8/s1600-h/yarn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR-2HEFf-I/AAAAAAAAABU/PzRTuelIk-8/s320/yarn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112850945046577122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you all can speculate what this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR_CnEFf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/XxP4DjkOJf0/s1600-h/HPIM5784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR_CnEFf_I/AAAAAAAAABc/XxP4DjkOJf0/s320/HPIM5784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112851159794941938" 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/6596913-8179393160775484480?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/8179393160775484480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=8179393160775484480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/8179393160775484480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/8179393160775484480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-for-my-swap-buddy-bostonbecca-she.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RvR-G3EFf7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/4oODvL0BbAs/s72-c/yarn2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-1794648527117467538</id><published>2007-08-21T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:41:34.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oohh...its pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some Malabrigo wool the other day.  And it is quite possibly the softest, prettiest yarn I have had the pleasure of working with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, just wound it into balls so far, I dont have the perfect project yet...but I will! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX days and counting for school to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to start thinking of ideas for my Surprise Theme Swap partner!    I love yarn shopping, but I love shopping for other people even more!  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-1794648527117467538?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/1794648527117467538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=1794648527117467538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/1794648527117467538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/1794648527117467538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/08/oohh.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-6118732386918690459</id><published>2007-08-08T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:48:37.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I redid my office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that the big ugly orange chair in the bedroom needed to be moved to fit the puppy cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only spot in the bedroom for the chair would be the spot where the DESK already was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move a big wooden trunk out of the office, grab a tape measure...(amazing, Im a knitter who CAN find a tape measure...will wonders never cease?)  and determine that YES, the desk WILL fit in the spot where the box was.    I slid the trunk into the hallway, to deal with later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where will I put the CD rack.  With its massively heavy collection of CDs?   Hhmmm.  On top of the desk, I decide.    But I must remove the calendar and bulletin board off the wall.  Oh LOOK!  Behind my board is my long lost "Eat Rice, Potatoes Make Your Butt BIG" bumper sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull the desk out of the bedroom, wiggle the chair into the area recently vacated by the desk...hey, my black flip flop.  Sorry kids, I really did think you hid it in the toybox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair fits nicely.  I rearrange the white noise fountain thing on the stool next to the dresser, and think...that looks nice.  Then I trip over my yarn stash bin which was UNDER the desk I just moved OUT of here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.  I slid the yarn stash box under the desk in the office, and then I realize...well SHIT...the sofa in here wont fold out anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the CD shelf looks good on top of the desk.  And I have room to pay bills and write, and doodle...whatever I choose to do with all that extra free desk space.  Well, after I put away all the shit I cleared off the computer desk to make it neater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the hell has FOUR bottles of lotion on the desk?  Me, I guess.  Oohhh...look...theres those camera batteries Ive been looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what?  More shit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 screws, a curtain rod holder thingy, a Trivial Pursuit pie piece, (green in case you were wondering), a single die, 2 lighters, a guitar pick, half a red crayon and some scraps of paper I assume I thought I must have needed to hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my lava lamp will look good finally plugged in here.      I should go get it out of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*trip* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap..that stupid trunk is in the hallway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sound you hear is me cursing my husband.    And likely the crunch of my toe.  Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hell, THAT can just sit there, against the wall till I decide what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My printer needs a place to sit now..lucky me, I have a small table that will fit just fine inbetween the new desk and the wall.  Cant shove the new desk all the way to the wall, and set it there, cause the drawers are on the left side.  What moron did that, I wonder.  Thats done now.  Yay me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have the fan, a few books, and a pile of assorted cant throw away crap to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-6118732386918690459?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/6118732386918690459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=6118732386918690459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6118732386918690459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6118732386918690459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-redid-my-office.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-3912585051840423052</id><published>2007-08-07T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:30:21.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I joined a Fantasy Football League yesterday.  We'll see how that goes.  Our league is using Yahoo autodraft, so I dont have to pick and choose,  I do get to exclude players, and Ive already excluded Terrell Owens.   Ha.  Im so sick of hearing about him, I dont want him on my team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/Rri1UjQEVVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2pxsxODVHOQ/s1600-h/HPIM5467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/Rri1UjQEVVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2pxsxODVHOQ/s320/HPIM5467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096022343034361170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my 31st birthday present.  An Astros game!  YAY!    Living where we do, its all about the Rangers and the Cowboys,.  Neither of which I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit, when I saw that Texiera got traded to the Braves, I laughed my ass off.  I remember some Rangers fan sitting behind me at the game braggin about how Tex was the best player...he rocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you dont think that now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/Rri1EjQEVUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ns4fDSy7b8Q/s1600-h/Booga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/Rri1EjQEVUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ns4fDSy7b8Q/s320/Booga.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096022068156454210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished this last week...the book was finished at 2 AM the day I got it.   Ha.  Boo.  No more Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag is for the oldest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-3912585051840423052?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/3912585051840423052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=3912585051840423052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/3912585051840423052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/3912585051840423052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-joined-fantasy-football-league.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/Rri1UjQEVVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2pxsxODVHOQ/s72-c/HPIM5467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-3718067348574778543</id><published>2007-07-27T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:08:26.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown commencing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school for ALL THREE KIDS is August 27th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got supplies to buy for THREE kids..although, I think Im going to hold off on the bigger things like kleenex, soaps, sanitizers, and stuff like that till the 2nd week probably.  Cause My 1st grader has enough to take already..and my pre kindergartener is having a few nervous issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest starts 6th grade, complete with boyfriend.  Not entirely bad.  I know the kid...hes cool.  He mows my yard, and we are friends with his parents.  Good bunch, they are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to pick up the items she needs for band too.  And Im pretty sure I cant count on *him* to help pay for anything.  Hell, I should consider myself lucky that the child support went up by 23 bucks.   Whoopedy doo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, and probably go find a job.  How fun will THAT be, going to potential employers and informing them that I need to be home before 3 PM, and I havent been in the workforce since 2000.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Ive worked, but only through joint ventures with hubby.  Not out on my own, at something not affiliated with newspapers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last job I had was restaurant management, and I sure as shit dont want to go back to that.  It was so damn stressful, it nearly put me in the hospital.  Laugh if you must.  I was up at 4:30 AM every morning...and home around midnight every night.  Except for Tuesdays.  Cause that was the day that the owner worked so I could be off.  When I took the postion of manager, there were 3 other managers..and within 2 weeks, there was only me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about putting me off of work.  I loved the place, I loved the job, but I hated it at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...I seriously need to go finish off other stuff thats on my list for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-3718067348574778543?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/3718067348574778543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=3718067348574778543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/3718067348574778543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/3718067348574778543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/07/countdown-commencing.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-4436030393416560108</id><published>2007-06-28T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:36:36.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking about you and your family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for you guys..and what youve been dealing with for so long...I hope all is going as well as it can, hon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***HUGS***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-4436030393416560108?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/4436030393416560108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=4436030393416560108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/4436030393416560108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/4436030393416560108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/06/kim.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-569926659091121887</id><published>2007-06-20T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:22:45.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I hate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * Hearing the SAME FREAKING SONG on the radio 3 times in one hour. Sure, I like Daughtry...but there are a WHOLE LOT MORE that I like too!&lt;br /&gt;        * When I open a new box of laundry soap and the scoop is buried so deep I cant reach it without digging all the way to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;        * Gas prices&lt;br /&gt;        * Jackasses who park their cars in front of MY house, then walk through MY grass to get to their front door.&lt;br /&gt;        * Fat little shithead kids who stand in the road pretending to be air traffic controllers and refuse to move as I barrel down the road.&lt;br /&gt;        * Fat little shithead kids MOTHER who yells at ME for daring to drive down the fricking ROAD while HER precious shortbus riding moron is playing in the goddamn road.&lt;br /&gt;        * Flies. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;        * When the cat NEEDS to go out at 9 PM...then disappears, only to return scratching the door at 4 AM.&lt;br /&gt;        * At this moment, Rick Perry.&lt;br /&gt;        * Twizzlers.&lt;br /&gt;        * When a movie is edited for TV, and they redub the line...."Motherfucker" into "Monkeyscratcher" in a totally DIFFERENT voice than the actor. At least make it SEMI believable?&lt;br /&gt;        * Dog farts.&lt;br /&gt;        * This new Blogger thing.  Its driven me to LiveJournal.  Hence the tremendous lack of updates here.  Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Im sure Ill have more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-569926659091121887?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/569926659091121887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=569926659091121887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/569926659091121887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/569926659091121887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-6726347186236134514</id><published>2007-05-30T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:08:19.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer vacation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to report.  For now I think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH is home from Europe..and Ive been getting his jet lag back under control.  It extremely annoying to be on Texas time when your other half is still sleeping in Europe time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would go to sleep around 6 PM, then be UP at 3 AM.  Of course making noise and waking me up.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hes back under control now though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-6726347186236134514?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/6726347186236134514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=6726347186236134514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6726347186236134514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6726347186236134514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-here.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-5163223548794766825</id><published>2007-05-15T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:58:26.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally no fun to have to go drive to pick up the oldest at school.  Have to take her to the Dr. in the morning...shes been having icky headaches..today she came home...at 8:30 AM cause of it.  Tried to get an appt for today, but the earliest they had was at 2 PM...and I wouldnt have been at the house for Brad when he got home...ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow morning at 9 AM she sees the Dr. about it.  Im hoping its something like allergies.  Kinda worries me cause Ive heard a report of a confirmed meningitis case here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just takes one story on the news to make me worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-5163223548794766825?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/5163223548794766825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=5163223548794766825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5163223548794766825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5163223548794766825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/05/totally-no-fun-to-have-to-go-drive-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-4263661167536339985</id><published>2007-05-11T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:39:23.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week down...one to go.  At least he will be back for the kindergarten graduation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure the oldest has acquired some Houston Astros baseball cards for me for Mothers Day.  And I only think that cause its what shes been dropping hints about for nearly 3 days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mothers Days gifts I have are in the process of being packed and sent out..but Im doubtful it will be to the recipient by Sunday.  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished all 6 seasons of Oz a few weeks ago.  And damn if we didnt watch Shaft the other night, and lo and behold, Beecher was in Shaft.  Funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I cant watch Noggin and see Christopher Meloni reading storybooks without picturing him as the gay prison killer.  Weird.  BUT...the paper editor in Spider Man is the head of the Aryan Brotherhood in Oz.  I laughed my ass off when I figured that out.   &lt;br /&gt;AND...Sister Peter Marie was on Ugly Betty last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the preview of Traveler...it was interesting, but I mainly had it on for background as I cast on for a pair of socks.  Earlier in the day I had finished every other project on the needles, and felt naked without SOMETHING on my needles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ive found a new form of crack.  Funny.  Ha ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...lunch time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-4263661167536339985?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/4263661167536339985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=4263661167536339985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/4263661167536339985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/4263661167536339985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-week-down.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-5672361579099591221</id><published>2007-04-27T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:30:21.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RjJp_DbRC_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/otxizvSt44U/s1600-h/Detail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RjJp_DbRC_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/otxizvSt44U/s320/Detail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058221863462833138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RjJpZzbRC-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GUK1B6SScMk/s1600-h/Finished+Clogs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RjJpZzbRC-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GUK1B6SScMk/s320/Finished+Clogs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058221223512706018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I have 2 other finished objects...but they cant be posted here...BUT I can share this tiny pic...its a close up detail to what I finished last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished these a while back...but I need to felt some more.  One is a bit too big.  &lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, I have NO pictures of the felted ones.  Jeez...whats up with that?  Bad me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People...if you are gonna move into a house with both a driveway AND a garage...USE ONE OF THEM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick and tired of playing slalom and chicken down that damn street in the culdesac. And these arent small vehicles in the street either.  Im talking great big honking SUVs and trucks.  Now *I* personally drive a HUGE four door pickup...but I can manage to park mine under the carport behind my house.  Its crazy.  And pisses me off to no end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isnt directed at those who use one OR the other.  These people around here have spotless garages, and NOTHING in the driveway.  *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the countdown to Europe begins...*sigh*  He leaves one week from Sunday.  For 2 weeks.  With only ONE suitcase.  Gah.  Urg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-5672361579099591221?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/5672361579099591221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=5672361579099591221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5672361579099591221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5672361579099591221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-2-other-finished-objects.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/RjJp_DbRC_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/otxizvSt44U/s72-c/Detail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-5806762487405508264</id><published>2007-04-13T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T13:08:00.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...for the stash addicts over at &lt;a href="http://knittinghelp.com/knitting/forum/viewtopic.php?t=30089"&gt;KH&lt;/a&gt;...hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mine.  Not too terribly organized....but its nifty.  All that LB Wool and the Magic Stripes were bought at the closing of Hancock...for a total of $22.  Thats 13 of wool, and 3 of stripes.&lt;br /&gt;The rest is cotton, eyelash trims, and leftovers from other stuff.  Oh, and my wool from knitpicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/Knitting/1176487174.pbw" height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/getyourown.gif" style="border-width: 0pt;" vspace="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH....and there is a pic here of the yarn I got for my swap partner!  I mailed it off yesterday!  She should be getting it next week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/Knitting/SwapYarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/Knitting/SwapYarn.jpg" alt="" 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/6596913-5806762487405508264?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/5806762487405508264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=5806762487405508264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5806762487405508264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5806762487405508264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-1336014574688412222</id><published>2007-04-07T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:32:07.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-1336014574688412222?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/1336014574688412222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=1336014574688412222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/1336014574688412222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/1336014574688412222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-snowing.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-6327952778123278859</id><published>2007-04-04T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:40:45.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will post pictures of the WIP I have...I almost finished one yesterday, but I did two rows of the pattern backwards, and it messed everything up...so ribbit ribbit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said I looked like I was enjoying frogging waaaaay too much, and I offered to unbind an old swatch so he could see for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the weird riiiiiiiip feeling that you get as you pull the yarn apart...ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one project off the needles, I just need to decide if its a pillow or a bag.  Either or can be done with it...it was a swatch for practice on circs, and the oldest liked it so I kept going, and going, and going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for my knitpicks order to get here so I can begin my felted clogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!   I do have the package ready for my yarn swappee!  I just have to write the card, and ship it off.  I cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-6327952778123278859?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/6327952778123278859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=6327952778123278859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6327952778123278859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6327952778123278859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-will-post-pictures-of-wip-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-7082796130121856467</id><published>2007-04-01T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:08:16.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, tornados suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined the first part of my weekend.  Made my internet go ballistic, so I couldnt keep the computer on, then the sirens went off twice, and scared my son...and the rain kept going till well into the wee hours of the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to do all my intown errands yesterday.  Along with 95% of the Waco population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to pull out the computer, and fix the sound card.  It hasnt been working since earlier this week.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw "The Pursuit of Happyness" last night.  Enjoyed it ALOT.  Will Smith isa great talent.  His son is adorable too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also frogged the original green baby blanket I started cause the yarn was just FUGLY as it knitted up.  So I switched to this orange and white self striping yarn I liked...said to cast on 110 stiches...WOW..that barely fits on my size 8 needle!  Its gonna be a bitch when I get to the row where I gotta increase 10 stiches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it on a circular, but I didnt have the right size, and the cheap ass wooden.circs I bought from JoAnns kept snagging my yarn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can do it.   I know I can!  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah....how cool is this?  ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/tisp/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-7082796130121856467?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/7082796130121856467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=7082796130121856467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7082796130121856467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7082796130121856467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-again-tornados-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-4532195969736375285</id><published>2007-03-22T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T12:19:20.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freecycle.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great place to unload unneeded stuff.  Case in point, I bagged up some of Aryns older play clothes.  Well worn, clean, and matching outfits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emails start rolling in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY offer mesage was short and simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah...heres the clothes.  MUST PICK UP IN *my area*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email one...&lt;br /&gt;"Would you be willing to drop them off at the same salon you picked the chairs up at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?  I never picked any chairs up at any salons.  I told emailer that...they insisted that they took my chairs off my porch, and I picked them up.  Bwah?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...I ask what salon, cause there is ONE near my house.   Nooo...the one they talk about is way on the other side of Waco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of MUST PICK UP IN *my  area* do you not understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headdesk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-4532195969736375285?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/4532195969736375285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=4532195969736375285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/4532195969736375285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/4532195969736375285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/03/freecycle.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-7238958992401928976</id><published>2007-03-20T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:31:41.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my friend. &lt;br /&gt;Every damn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to contact them, because its not true.  But I dont want to because I feel like a big chicken waiting so long to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that if I had tried sooner, I would have said stupid things I dont mean, or that wouldnt have accomplished anything.   And that would have done nothing except make us both angrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.  I hate knowing that its as simple as dialing a phone, or sending an email..but its too hard to do.  I dont understand WHY it would be so hard to do.  But it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend. &lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-7238958992401928976?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/7238958992401928976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=7238958992401928976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7238958992401928976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7238958992401928976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-5794912527444987863</id><published>2007-03-20T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:14:57.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prison Break'/><title type='text'>I joined a knit along..</title><content type='html'>If you look over ----&gt; there, you will see a nifty little white button linking to a blog...if you click that button...you will see a blog dedicated to the Second Oddball Charity Knit Along  members of &lt;a href="http://www.knittinghelp.com/knitting/forum/index.php"&gt;Knitting Help&lt;/a&gt; are doing.  There was such success with the first one...(I missed out on it, cause I wasnt sure of the protocol, or whether or not I would stick with knitting long enough to try...) so another was started for people like me who didnt make it into the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda excited!  Ive been busting out dishclothes, and stuff like that for a while...been keeping busy learning the new stitches, practicing patterns and stuff...this may be a chance for me to show some of it off.  And its for a good cause too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I dont update alot here...and shame on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone who is on my bloglist over there that took advantage of taht feature to lock your blogs..(I can think of 2 offhand) could you help me out there...LOL.  I miss reading you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other topics...Im unsure if Prison Break needs to go much further.  I mean, if you saw last night, how  much longer can it go?  Its been a excellent ride thus far, but I would be disappointed if they draw it out too much long...(LOST, anyone?  :|)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-5794912527444987863?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/5794912527444987863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=5794912527444987863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5794912527444987863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5794912527444987863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-joined-knit-along.html' title='I joined a knit along..'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-1683904679177665877</id><published>2007-03-08T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:07:58.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knit, I purl.   And its relaxing.  So relaxing in fact, that I often forget to just sit and write, like I like to do sometimes.  Sure, I have another blog, that I at least pretend to try to update regularly, only because I dont feel entirely confident in bringing this one back to the mainstream, due to google, and nosy people who have nothing better to do....but I digress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May will be fun here.  Hubby is traveling to Europe,and will be gone for 2 whole weeks.  2 whole weeks of rushing around, and Ive been informed that there is a slight chance that he wont have time to do laundry.  *gag*  Can you imagine the suitcase when he gets home?  I have to remember to warn him to pack all the yarn he gets from each country in ziplocs.  Ha ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, since I cant go to Paris with him, I told him that he must bring yarn from each counrty h visits, so I can make myself a "multi country" blanket.   Since I cant BE there, I might as well get something out of it.  You know?  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my birthday this year is one Im totally looking forward too.  The Houston Astros are playing in Dallas...and my birthday is on a Saturday, the game starts at 2:55...so after the game, I have plenty of night time to enjoy Dallas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure if I start planning NOW...hubby cant object TOO much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-1683904679177665877?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/1683904679177665877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=1683904679177665877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/1683904679177665877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/1683904679177665877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-knit-i-purl.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-7609220531237005183</id><published>2007-02-21T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:47:04.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-panopticon.blogspot.com/2007/02/ten-alternative-ways-to-say-i-love-you.html"&gt;10 Ways to say I Love You to a Knitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahahaha!  I thought this was pretty funny.  Seeing as how my husband has been quite tolerant of my new craft...its worth sharing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ghost Rider on Friday....oh hell, it was amazing.  Great effects, nothing too hard to keep track of, and good action.  And Nic Cage doesnt hurt much either.  And the 2 men we went with didnt mind that Eva Mendes kept "almost" losing her boobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought an iPod.  Had a pink one first, traded for blue...its growing on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a Game Cube too.  And before everyone goes all up in arms about how this one is about to be discontinued....I bought it cause it was cheap, I like Mario and Zelda, AND....all the GC games are compatible with the Wii...which is what I REALLY want...and the Game Boy Advance my daughter has can play HER games on it too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all win.   Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-7609220531237005183?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/7609220531237005183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=7609220531237005183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7609220531237005183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7609220531237005183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-ways-to-say-i-love-you-to-knitter.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-8097154977952030111</id><published>2007-02-12T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:38:35.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grumble grumble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I attempt to log into Blogger with my GMail account, it never loads up the sign in screen.  Meh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished 2 knitting projects...the first one seems kinda weird...but the oldest just HAD to have it...even though the patterning is weird cause it was more a knitting TEST than anything.  Then I finished one for my son...and its awful thick for him...but he loves it.  So I started the ones for my youngest, and its coming along fine...and hubbys is getting started now.  After those are done...I think its time to find a project I want for myself.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive become highly addicted to watching past seasons of Oz on DVD.  Right now we are in the middle of Season 2...and we used to watch it on HBO OnDemand...and I think we made it through season 4 in there.  But there are 6 seasons...and I got them on NetFlix...so weve been flying through the episodes...wheeeee! Damn, its a good show.  Gritty, and rough, and raw...but good stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is going to Europe this summer...for 2 weeks.  And Im so annoyed that I cant go.  Hmmph.  Paris, Czech Republic, Russia...MAN I want to go.  :(    I told him to buy me some yarn in Paris...and Ill be nice when he comes home.  Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-8097154977952030111?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/8097154977952030111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=8097154977952030111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/8097154977952030111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/8097154977952030111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/02/grumble-grumble.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-6653489399245008688</id><published>2007-01-23T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:38:35.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*edit*  Bath and Body Works.  Sensual Amber.  Best. Smell. Ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I finished project number one in the knitting book.  Not that it was actually a project IN the book, but a tutorial on how to make a swatch to test gauges and stuff.  BUT...I didnt like the way that sounded.  It made me feel unaccomplished, so I changed it from Test Swatch to Coaster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coaster sounds so much better, doesnt it?  Especially after...hmmm...one, two, three...yeah, three days of poking my finger, and wondering if the hurt in my hands was supposed to happen.  Turns out that I may just be knitting too tight...but Ill save that diagnosis for my next coaster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least if my DVDs of Oz Season One arent here this weekend, Ill have something to keep my brain occupied.  Mr. has to go out of town this weekend, and likely wont be back till middle of next week.  Thus is life of one who writes about the whole state.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tonight is the night that I get 2 maybe 3 full hours of jackassery on my TV!  First, American Idol auditions.  Wheeee!  Then, the State of the Union address.  Thats bound to be interesting, seeing as how Mr. George is suffering immensely with the polls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough about that, Perry had the same kind of numbers right before our elections last November, and the man still won the governors seat.  Imagine that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is 3:30 PM, and I must go prepare to make stuffed peppers for dinner.  Yum.  I havent made that in AGES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-6653489399245008688?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/6653489399245008688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=6653489399245008688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6653489399245008688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6653489399245008688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-8330740886574881926</id><published>2007-01-22T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:58:05.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started knitting this weekend. I learned to cast on...and knit stitch. I havent tried the purl stich, or casting off...to get the peice off my needles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing...when I got annoyed, Id cut it off and start over. I think Im doing something wrong though, cause my stiches seem to be kinda tight....maybe its just one of those things I have to learn to work on, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...its something to keep my hands occupied while I watch TV...I was knitting while screaming at the New Orleans Saints yesterday, and yelling at the Indianapolis Colts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like the yarn I picked to practice with...its a green/yellow/blue combo...and hubby  gave me a bag from work that Im turning into my knitting bag. He laughed when I pulled it out of the closet. I asked him last night if I was turning into a little old lady...my knitting in the recliner while watching Desperate Housewives...and I threw a cheesy romance novel in the bag as well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-8330740886574881926?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/8330740886574881926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=8330740886574881926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/8330740886574881926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/8330740886574881926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-started-knitting-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-7187085486295852631</id><published>2007-01-17T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:43:33.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just Brrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited till midnight on Monday night to check for school closing or delays...didnt hurt that MCR was on Jimmy Kimmel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...no closing or delay on Tuesday being announced Monday night, so I go to bed...wake up early on Tuesday, see there is no closing or delay...so I roust the kids up, and go break ice in the front so they dont bust their asses getting on the bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, weatherdork says its getting worse...so I stay up waiting to see CSISD closing or delay...then weatherdork says...."We usually dont hear from CSISD or Killeen till the morning when they call us, so we will let you know." Argh. I go to bed. Hubby runs in 20 minutes later....."CS is delayed till 10!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go redo alarms..etc...wake up at 8 this morning...what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSISD closed for the day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now I get to cook for most of the day with my kids bugging me to help.  And my son is already wanting to repractice his ice cream experiment for class on Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM of all things...he picks THAT out of the book.  &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-7187085486295852631?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/7187085486295852631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=7187085486295852631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7187085486295852631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/7187085486295852631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-brrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-9133831869167140283</id><published>2007-01-16T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:08:55.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I  consider myself to have a tiny addiction problem...but mainly with new CDs that I absolutely LOVE when I discover them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not the band in question is new, or been around for a few releases...I have a habit of slapping the CD in the player, or setting it up on my WinAmp,and just letting it run over and over and over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my latest repetions include "The Black Parade" and "Decemberunderground"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I do it..I just do. Ive done it with "American Idiot", the "Snakes on a Plane" soundtrack, Duran Duran's "Astronaut", The Killers "Hot Fuss"...Franz Ferdinand, Robert Downey Jr...repeat, repeat, repeat, no lathering or rinsing required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the Linklater film "A Scanner Darkly"? I watched that this weekend, and it was just....whoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole creation of the movie was so eye popping, that I really found myself watching the art rather than paying attention to the story...not like the story was THAT hard to follow, but the undercover cops suits were just making me feel like Id dropped 8 hits of acid or something..and Ive never even seen acid, much less dropped ONE hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....its still icy cold. And little grey cat still isnt back. :(  We found this  kitten outside and found out that the people he belonged to moved...leaving him behind...well,he went outside before we got iced up, and I havent seen him since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-9133831869167140283?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/9133831869167140283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=9133831869167140283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/9133831869167140283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/9133831869167140283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-consider-myself-to-have-tiny.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-3556656409183005504</id><published>2007-01-10T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:12:52.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.capitalradiogroup.com/content/cgi-bin/planetrock_albumquiz/"&gt;Planet Rock Album Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat little album quiz...even though I sucked at it...I only got 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-3556656409183005504?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/3556656409183005504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=3556656409183005504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/3556656409183005504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/3556656409183005504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/01/planet-rock-album-quiz-neat-little.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-5754632973355885528</id><published>2007-01-08T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:43:36.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a jar of dirt...I've got a jar of dirt!</title><content type='html'>I think Im getting new neighbors.  Either that or some alternate weirdness in the universe flipped on all the outside lights in the place next door. &lt;br /&gt;I know they werent on last night.  But when I got up at the butt crack of od crap its cold and early this morning to get the kids up for school...I noticed that the lights were on next door. &lt;br /&gt;My sister knows what house Im talking about.  Her and I went in there one time cause the front door was WIDE open, and it was kinda freaky...totally empty...nothing in there...but all the power was still on and everything.  And this was like 2-3 months AFTER the guy there moved out!  O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdness.  And I was here most of the day yesterday...so I think I would have noticed had someone been bumping around in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see, I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-5754632973355885528?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/5754632973355885528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=5754632973355885528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5754632973355885528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/5754632973355885528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-got-jar-of-dirtive-got-jar-of-dirt.html' title='I&apos;ve got a jar of dirt...I&apos;ve got a jar of dirt!'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-6510078514426069388</id><published>2007-01-05T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:42:10.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New year...</title><content type='html'>New me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, no?  Seems I like to rechange with a new year..everything starts fresh...I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-6510078514426069388?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/6510078514426069388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=6510078514426069388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6510078514426069388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/6510078514426069388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='New year...'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-1229157100881657352</id><published>2007-01-02T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:18:40.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont ask my son to show you his underwear....</title><content type='html'>When you give a 5 year old underwear with his favorite movie on it...you better be prepared to see a little butt shoved in your viewing area everytime he changes clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look mommy!  I got Mater on my butt!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what Ive been hearing for 3 days now...and while it was funny the first time...now its just silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say though, "Cars" was a greatly enjoyable movie.  I got a big giggle out of  it more than once...and Im not a racing fan, nor a huge fan of most of the actors in the movie...but it was funny anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ovet the New Years weekend we also watched "The Da Vinci Code" and "The Devil Waers Prada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read both books, and while TDWP went off course a few times, I still really enjoyed it.  TDVC was good...if not a bit slow...maybe a little longwinded at times...but it was alright.  I liked the book better though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo....Im still tired...Ive been sick since Saturday...and I rang in the New Year with Kleenex and Mentholatum...fun fun.  &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/6596913-1229157100881657352?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/1229157100881657352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=1229157100881657352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/1229157100881657352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/1229157100881657352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-ask-my-son-to-show-you-his.html' title='Dont ask my son to show you his underwear....'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-116655236405400795</id><published>2006-12-19T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:19:24.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty much since my oldest has been in school, the deal with the ex has been that we each drive halfway to a midpoint between our towns when it comes time for their visitations during holidays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which for the most part, I dont really mind NOW as much as I used to.  Baby seats, diapers...etc...always made a hassle.  Now its juice boxes and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing that REALLY annoys the SHIT out of me...EVERY time...they decide to meet at a GAS STATION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really found it annoying when we lived in Aransas...cause we would meet at a Texaco that closed at 6 PM...when there was a McDonalds not 5 minutes up the road. But I kept my mouth shut...trying to be nice for the daughters sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved here.  And the last 2 times, we have met up HERE at a local BBQ eatery, when they were on their way to a relative in Dallas.  Fine by me.  Feed the kids is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time,  some one pulled out the MapQuest, and located a precise spot, exactly halfway between there and here.  And where is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frigging GAS STATION.  Ill be leaving here around 6, I think...pulling into the station right around 7:30....and I swear, if I see a McD's or something next to that damn station, I'm pulling in there.    They can drive the extra MINUTE or two to pick up kiddo.   Thats why there are cell phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-116655236405400795?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/116655236405400795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=116655236405400795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/116655236405400795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/116655236405400795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/12/pretty-much-since-my-oldest-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-116649365637107972</id><published>2006-12-18T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:00:56.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, with it being one week untill the mass exodus of any type of civility from my young ones...I must say that I am quite happy with my haul for them this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus has been quite generous to them...2 bicycles, and Ben 10 toys and boots for the boy, and Fairy Ponies and a Princess backpack for the girl...Along with a slew of DVDs...Cars, The Fox and the Hound, (Original, not the sequel), and the original Robin Hood, clothing, board games, knick knacks, and other various gotta haves...Now all I have to do is wrap and hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly bitter note though, HOW come Disney DVDs are so damn expensive?  Even at Christmas?  I found all the Harry Potters for 10 bucks each, and LOADS of others cheap too!  But Disney remains steadfast with their commitment to squeeze me dry when purchasing DVDs from them.  20 bucks a pop, IF I'm lucky enough to find it.  If Im not, I may look at 25-30 a pop...totally annoying.  I remember one year, absolutely DYING to find my husband a copy of The Black Cauldron on VHS..cause DVD wasnt quite as affordable then as it is now...and I had to look over hell and high water for the damn thing.  And even now, we are pretty much at Disneys mercy as to what they put out, how long it will be out, and just how many appendages we are willing to shell out for it.    Dont get me wrong, I LOVE a good Disney movie...but with their prices, I pretty much just stick to my VHS collection of what I already have, and just deal with not updating them to DVD anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, and my DVD player finally bit the dust as well.  Right in the middle of watching a brand new Acceleracers movie.  Grrrrrrrr.    I found a combo DVD/VHS at Wal Mart for 50 bucks...so hey...yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-116649365637107972?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/116649365637107972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=116649365637107972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/116649365637107972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/116649365637107972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-with-it-being-one-week-untill-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-115705353765483921</id><published>2006-08-31T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:45:37.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh.....sometimes it just takes one small, yet very meaningful thing to make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I moved to Waco, my days have been fuller than full, and sometimes more stressed than I would ever think they needed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is bigger...meaning more to keep clean, and more to take care of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's job is more professional and corporate, meaning there is more to do for him on a daily basis.  Ive learned the finer differences between ironing slacks, and shirts.     Hes off on business alot more than he ever has been too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my 3 kids are now in school...and that means double the school supplies, lunch making, and buses to keep track of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont mind.  Sure there are days when I just want to run outside and SCREAM at the planes flying overhead to drop me a line of sanity...but thankfully, they are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few days ago, I was in a rut, and just sad...My whole house had been attacked with a nasty back to school cold that my son brought home from kindergarten, and my period had hit me with a tremendous slam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking my mail, I found a small white Hallmark envelope addressed to me, with no return addy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I set it aside, and rummaged through the bills, and magazines, and free offers...After deeming what was and wasnt junk, I turned my attention to the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I had been the recipient of other envelopes similar to this one, that only held a cheap ploy to get me to come to a grand opening, or a card from a politician reminding me to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pleasant surprise to see a happy little Hello, and a thoughtful note in it from one of the first people that I have ever had the pleasure to meet online through the Def Leppard community.  Way back in 2003 it was...and it was one of the best times of my life.    Since 2003 Ive gone onto to meet people in Houston, Las Vegas, and Michigan, and had WONDERFUL times with everyone.    But this lady is one of the classiest, sweetest people Ive ever had the pleasure to meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda, thank you for the touching card, and the thoughts..it really made a stinky week for me so much better.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a doll.     :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-115705353765483921?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/115705353765483921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=115705353765483921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/115705353765483921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/115705353765483921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-115352834595572128</id><published>2006-07-21T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:32:25.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EAT RICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes make your butt big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the bumper sticker Mr. PG brought me home last weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else he brought me?  *grin*  After this phone call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the phone...see its hubby..."Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you had your druthers, would you pick Steve Clark, Phil Collen, or Rick Savage?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm, what?" I ask, REALLY confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pick one!" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK...Steve Clark." I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK! See you tomorrow!" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee heee....it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me a early 1984 Def Leppard fan club promo picture signed by Steve Clark.   One of the Ross Halfin photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really signed, but that silly stamp they do for mass production...  but its an AWESOME thing cause he picked it out all by himself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mint in a plasic bag...its SO cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;3's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-115352834595572128?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/115352834595572128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=115352834595572128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/115352834595572128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/115352834595572128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/07/eat-rice-potatoes-make-your-butt-big.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-115317729650136205</id><published>2006-07-17T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:04:38.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.snakesonaplane.com/fansweeps/index.html?votingUser=TXPaperGirl&amp;amp;entry=2"&gt;Clicky HERE to help me! I want to see if I can be the number one Snakes on a Plane Fan! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The little movie link thing may not work, so theres another direct link. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanna see my name on the top ten page too. You can hit it once a day after the initial activation vote. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry Ive been MIA...my little man starts kindergarten this fall, so weve been busy making sure hes ready. ABCs, 123s, colors, and just hanging out...I dont want to lose him! *cry* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-115317729650136205?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/115317729650136205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=115317729650136205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/115317729650136205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/115317729650136205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/07/clicky-here-to-help-me-i-want-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-115211471997168348</id><published>2006-07-05T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:52:00.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know...</title><content type='html'>As much as I want to believe that the majority of the American public are NOT morons, its basic observations like the one that I am about to tell you that make me scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I were watching The Capitol Fourth last night, only for a minute..Tom Selleck hosting....done in the Ford Theatre...(to which EVIL me came out and asked hubby if we could be so lucky again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they had that guy..the one that looks DEAD ON like George Bush..used to have the show on Comedy Central..."Thats My Bush"  come onto the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shame on me, if I didnt voice my thoughts out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey honey, I wonder how many people JUST now turned that on, and actually THINK that guy is REALLY the President." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random observation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we switched to the Boston Pops Celebration.  Hosted by Dr. Phil.  Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Joe Perry and Steven Tyler.   Wheee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a safe, happy Fourth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-115211471997168348?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/115211471997168348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=115211471997168348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/115211471997168348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/115211471997168348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know.html' title='You know...'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114986386338750850</id><published>2006-06-09T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:37:43.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Herro!</title><content type='html'>*bonkbonkbonkbonkbonk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the sound of my head hitting the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over and over and over and over this morning.  Wake up this morning to see that my brand new Norton Antivirus 2006 has discovered a threat during its weekly scheduled 2 AM scan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yay and shit!  But it didnt remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Boo and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I click on the link to instructions as to manually remove it...and OMG...was that the biggest pile of GIBBERISH Id ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;So its STILL telling me that my defenitions are not up to date, and I just CANNOT get the stupid thing to update! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round and round I go...My Norton works fine...but my LiveUpDate hasnt run since the 25th, it says...so my virus defenitions arent up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Ive been to the Symantec site 4 times to fix it...zip.  And to think I just paid 45 bucks for this renewal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...if there is someone snooping here, let me know what you are looking for, Ill be glad to help you find it if I can remember it.  *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114986386338750850?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114986386338750850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114986386338750850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114986386338750850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114986386338750850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/06/herro.html' title='Herro!'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114842138344539512</id><published>2006-05-23T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:56:23.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I ventured out into town today to go pick up the 3 different versions of Def Leppards newest release today.  I hit Wal Mart for the bonus CD with the live interviews, I hit Target for the special Target version with 2 extra tracks...and I meant to hit Best Buy...cause they have a disc with differnt bonus tracks on it as well. I dont wanna hear it.  I must have every thing..even if its only 2 songs different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all is fine and dandy, Im bopping along in the Cruiser, windows down, jamming out to the newest songs on the Target version that I havent heard yet...when I hear that noise  that makes your gut crumple and your heart stop.  My kids were in the back, and I didnt even have time to reigster that they were OK before I was swerving, and sliding to avoid the minivan that had collided 3 cars in front of me and flipped twice landing onto its roof.  I came to a stop on the side of the road, just feet from the turn off I was getting ready to take to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house was in plain sight..yet I couldnt bring myself to move...I was scared shitless.  I see people moving around..pulling out cell phones...I check my kids..they are fine...just scared..I get out of the car to look at the scene in front of me...and just stay quiet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky..had I missed one or 2 stoplights in town..and gotten the green the whole way..I dont know what would have happened.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard sirens and engines...the wreck site wasnt that far from my local police/EMS station..so they were there quickly.  The van that was flipped over was kind of hidden from my view, so I couldnt see it anyone was still in there...I did see 2-3 people sitting to the side of the road...from the vehicles in the ditch on the right side of the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up on the left side...there was no one on that side, and there were too many cars on the right side for me to be sure that I woudnt hit anything or anyone over there...An EMT guy came over to check on me...I was fine..bumped my head a bit...but I was more worried about my kids...and they were OK.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to let me just go home, please..my kids were scared..and needed to get home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did...only with the promise that I take it easy..Then he went to work on the flipped minivan...Im not sure what the outcome of that is...I hope that its not bad.  So...I'm home...and I have a tiny headache....but Im grateful for those red lights...and Im hoping to hear word of the minivan driver today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114842138344539512?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114842138344539512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114842138344539512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114842138344539512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114842138344539512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-i-ventured-out-into-town-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114645484713619383</id><published>2006-04-30T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:40:47.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tornado in my town.Early Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 people lost their homes...Im still tripped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on the upper Northwest side of Waco...this tornado was on the northeast side...Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northeast Waco doesnt seem like the trailer park side of town...even more so when you read the stories about it. The Baylor University Equestrian Program has their equine housing facilty there, and it collapsed and killed 2 horses. The girl whoes story was all over the news today was on the 2nd floor of her parents house, and crawled into bed only to feel the floor sinking...and the house collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something totally irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when hubband goes out of town. You know why? Cause the uber creepy, nasty, scare me and make me cry bugs come out. I shit you not. I squeeeshed a HUGE NASTY HAIRY EVIL SPIDER in the kitchen a while ago. Well, it took me 20 minutes..Everytime it moved, I jumped back...I kept raising the shoe to hit HUGE NASTY HAIRY EVIL SPIDER , and it twitched, and I jerked...Its like watching me have a episode of shoe throwing Tourettes Syndrome to see me squeeeesh HUGE NASTY HAIRY EVIL SPIDER, or any bug for that matter. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know the TRUE defnintion of a Desperate Housewife?  Trying to find something big enough to squish the spider without getting close enough to actually see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114645484713619383?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114645484713619383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114645484713619383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114645484713619383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114645484713619383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/04/tornado-in-my-town.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114606660217093635</id><published>2006-04-26T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:50:02.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*headdesk*</title><content type='html'>The ex calls OUT of the BLUE.....asks to speak to Cheyanne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand her the phone...next thing I know shes BAWLING her eyes out...and hes telling me that "I didnt think she would take it so hard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seems that some 88 year old 2nd uncle of the step monsters thats had 2 heart attacks and 2 strokes died FOUR WEEKS ago, and hes just NOW telling her this. And Cheyanne only met him twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she hands ME the phone back bawling her eyes out, Im like, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says...."Can I talk to you about picking her up for the summer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like, ummm, NO!. I have to go comfort a child now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a complete inconsiderate asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114606660217093635?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114606660217093635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114606660217093635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114606660217093635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114606660217093635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/04/headdesk.html' title='*headdesk*'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114478625373846247</id><published>2006-04-11T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:10:53.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony?</title><content type='html'>So I wonder if any of you all know about the "Day Without A Mexican" on May first?  Supposed to be a nationwide protest on the Immigration Reform Laws?    The president of LULAC is urging all Latinos to NOT go to work on May first to show the US how it would fare if all the illegal immigrants that do the honest work that alot of citizens wont/refuse to do...  (picking cotton, cleaning hotels, bussing your table at a restaurant..ect..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows this for IRONY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newscaster reporting it on the 10 PM news last night had a last name of Lopez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just not as widely known as it is here...this is a border state after all...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  I just found it ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114478625373846247?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114478625373846247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114478625373846247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114478625373846247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114478625373846247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/04/irony.html' title='Irony?'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114408685494220607</id><published>2006-04-03T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:54:14.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ice Age 2 has got to be the cutest movie Ive seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after "Fever Pitch" Friday  night. That was adorable as well. But in a grown up way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to see it Sunday afternoon. It was the first time for the little ones...and they did 95% good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been 100% except for the rocking chair seats. D'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the idiotic woman next to us...I shit you NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Yacking on her CELL phone...and tells the other person, "I'll have to call you back. I'm trying to watch this movie, the kid next to me wont stop talking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, hello, rewind, WHAT the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glared at her, and told her, "Sorry my 3 year old is interrupting your PHONE conversation in the MOVIE theater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much thanks for everyones votes.  :)  3 people for one section of DL.com will be a breeze compared to one person for a whole gaming forum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this HORRIBLE leg cramp in the back of my upper thigh that makes me cry when I walk.  Oh man...and I have alot of housework to do today.  Im about to say screw it, and sit here playing solitaire all day.  The couch is not comfortable..this chair is the only place my leg is not screaming at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114408685494220607?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114408685494220607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114408685494220607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114408685494220607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114408685494220607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/04/ice-age-2-has-got-to-be-cutest-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114356109743167795</id><published>2006-03-28T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:51:37.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we know anyone that was willing to apply for the DL Forum mod job?  I went on there yesterday and read up on it, and all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114356109743167795?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114356109743167795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114356109743167795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114356109743167795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114356109743167795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/03/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114295550417482633</id><published>2006-03-21T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:38:24.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mondays dont suck anymore.  After 4 months of hiatus, my uber sexy, gorgeous prisoner is back on my TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the Mr was on the local news today.  And had he been NICE and turned OFF the lights in the bedroom and NOT slammed the door when he left, I may have NOT gone back to sleep all pissy, thus causing me to wake up later, and miss the first 2 segments, and only catching the last one where he did nothing but sit at the table and drink coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations for the farmers are pouring in and thats a wonderful thing.   People have been so generous with their supplies and money...its really great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must shower...I feel icky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114295550417482633?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114295550417482633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114295550417482633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114295550417482633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114295550417482633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/03/mondays-dont-suck-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114237510692298419</id><published>2006-03-14T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:25:06.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell possesses dress shirt folder and packagers to FILL the shirt with 20 bajillion little pins when I buy them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I scored a jackpot on nice dress shirts for Mr. today...$40 shirts marked down to 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought him a ton of shirts.And Ive just spent the past 20 minutes pulling pins out of the collars, sleeves, tails, buttons...What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my blogger page looks weird..I'm feeling the urge to change it up.... *EG* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that Lepp will be touring this summer..I cant think of a better way to celebrate/moan about my upcoming *shudder* 30th birthday than with the sexiest men on the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Waco news...its hot here.  Alternating with bits of cool.  Much better than muggy humid...and the town is LOADS bigger.  I'm slowly starting to feel comfortable driving without the Waco map on my lap.  Although getting to Wal Mart is still a bit tricky...so Im glad there is a Target right by my favorite grocery store, which is right by my bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickel Creek is doing a concert here at McClennan College Saturday.  I need to go buy the Mr. a ticket so he can go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114237510692298419?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114237510692298419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114237510692298419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114237510692298419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114237510692298419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-hell-possesses-dress-shirt-folder.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114194542747586232</id><published>2006-03-09T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:03:47.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who in the hell writes those commercials?  Men I bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im sitting there on the couch last night watching Iron Chef, and a commercial for sanitary pads comes on TV.&lt;br /&gt;The woman is standing in the grocery store, accosting women as they shop for Tampax..asking them if they ever feel...."Wet, uncomfotable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me that in the store, with a camera, Id have to smack them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN the woman, to show how great this pad is...pours a thimble full of blue water on the pad, then runs her fingers on it to show how fast it absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the hell bleeds BLUE water? Im not a Smurf. And that thimble? Psssssh. Thats NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN...she takes the blue water dampened pad, and rubs it on her suit jacket. To prove what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd LOVE to see that moron try that on one of those lovely heavy thick days that Im sure all women, have or have had one month or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my next box of Super extra absorbency Tampax that she wont be rubbing it on her jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114194542747586232?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114194542747586232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114194542747586232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114194542747586232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114194542747586232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-in-hell-writes-those-commercials.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114186573113413743</id><published>2006-03-08T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:55:31.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO NOT CLICK THE LINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you are on my Yahoo list, and get a message from me telling you to click my profile photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DONT DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Yahoo Messenger signed me off this afternoon, and said I signed into another device (without me knowing), and I signed in to have 3 different people tell me about the message.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was not me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114186573113413743?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114186573113413743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114186573113413743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114186573113413743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114186573113413743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-not-click-link-if-you-are-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-114031242367821797</id><published>2006-02-18T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:27:03.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried sushi the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bet my ass I did everything wrong though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I bought it from the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;2. I bet I ate it wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, in my defense, it was prepared right in front of me. So I guess I get a smidgen of points for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a Vegetable Sping Roll...I think. Avacados, rice noodles, rice paper wrapping, carrots, and cucumber. I wasnt too impressed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would try again last night. Same sushi place...same guy making it. He made me "Inside Out California Rolls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice, nori, crab, and carrots, I think. With some pickled ginger and wasabi on the side. Now I KNOW what wasabi does, and I didnt touch it at all. Ive been the victim of that "Look! Taste this!" game one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much better than the first ones I had...but I have to admit...I can see HOW it could possibly be tasty. I have yet to find some that actually is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think I'll go back to being Texas, and go buy some buffalo. They sell that at the meat counter next to veal (YUCK) and lamb (YUCK).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-114031242367821797?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/114031242367821797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=114031242367821797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114031242367821797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/114031242367821797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-tried-sushi-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113987609533776213</id><published>2006-02-13T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:26:33.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060213/pl_nm/cheney_accident1_dc"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060213/pl_nm/cheney_accident1_dc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so embarassing. Jeez...Im so glad Im not anywhere near Corpus right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to wonder...had the gun been in the OTHER guys hands, and Cheney was the one shot, would it have taken so long for anyone to react about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060214/ap_on_go_pr_wh/cheney_hunting_accident"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060214/ap_on_go_pr_wh/cheney_hunting_accident&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheney didnt even have the RIGHT HUNTING STAMP on his license! Do you know how much HELL I would be in if I went hunting and didnt have the right stamp?&lt;br /&gt;Seems that Cheney sent a $7 check to Texas for the stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So seven bucks is the going rate to shoot a man in the face and get away with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got $50 bucks and Valentines Day is tomorrow.   Enjoy, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She said Cheney stayed "close but cool" while the agents and medical personnel treated Whittington, then took him away via ambulance to the hospital. Later, the hunting group sat down for dinner while Whittington was being treated, receiving updates from a family member at the hospital. Armstrong described Cheney's demeanor during dinner as "very worried" about Whittington. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SHIT ASSHOLE! You caused the frigging accident! YOU shot him in the face! And you have the nuts to go OUT TO DINNER while hes in the hospital being treated for a gunshot wound that YOU caused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder America is going down the frigging toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*head desk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113987609533776213?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113987609533776213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113987609533776213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113987609533776213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113987609533776213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpnews.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113877037680064175</id><published>2006-01-31T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:06:16.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img title="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" alt="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/egraphics/egg03061.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img title="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" alt="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/egraphics/egg03062.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img title="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" alt="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/egraphics/egg03063.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img title="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" alt="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/egraphics/egg03064.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img title="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" alt="This_egg_hatches_on_03/01/06!_Adopt_one_today_from_pickle-green.com/egraphics!" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/egraphics/egg03065.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee!   Its on!  The move is set for next weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bedroom, brick home, in Waco...the drive t the office is over a huge bridge overlooking Lake Waco, through trees, and hills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...couldnt be better.  Well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New house is about 30 minutes from Crawford.   &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113877037680064175?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113877037680064175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113877037680064175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113877037680064175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113877037680064175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113692405695799615</id><published>2006-01-10T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:14:16.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS game is just the CUTEST thing Ive ever found online, and my kids and I ADORE it!  Click on my pets to see, and play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gopetslive.com/inviter?PaperGirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/papergirltrans.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...hold on to your butts...Im on the move again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Lamaze breathing I learned 5 years ago is really turning out to be a helpful coping tool these past few weeks.   As I sit here and wait for the phone call that will change my life in the next month...and I scour the classifieds and listings for a new residence, and send out feelers...its all comes to a resonating CLUNK in my head.  This is it.   We made this decision, and I know deep down, way down in the cockles of my heart, (Thanks Denis Leary) that this is the best thing I could ever do for my family.  Sure it means packing up and moving.   Making new friends.   A new school for the oldest.  Disrupting the little ones routines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all worht it in the end knowing that our choice makes it possible for him to be home at night to tuck in the kids.  For him to be here on weekends and be with the kids.  For the phone to ring, and not be an angry person.  For him to be happy again.  For him to not be sick anymore.    For the stress to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took this offer down here to take the 2 papers, him to be publisher (the highest up on the newspaper food chain you can go) we were ready to do it.  Then things fell apart.  He was told by the company to fire people, yet he wasnt allowed to hire replacements.  He was told that he needed to be out in the public, schmoozing, yet he was also made to stay in the office running numbers, and doing advertising.  Both jobs that he was made to fire the people who did them.    When he inquired about taking the vacation that he was/has been due for the past 2 years...he was told "Keep your head down, work harder.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement, made to him by the president of the company, is what clinched it for me.  How much HARDER can a person work without killing themselves?  If we stay here much longer, I may be calling the company myself to tell them they need to hire a new publisher cause this one died.  And Im NOT saying this for drama either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, over the past few months, this job has turned into pure hell.  My husband has been hopitalized due to stress, and we have bought so much Tums we could cover this town and have another white Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not why we agreed to come to this job.  And after a long discussion, we agreed, that this new offer that was made to him out of the blue could be one of the best things that would ever happen to him.   Out of the office.  Back to the writing, the story telling, the photography that made him happy when I first met him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think  this decision is right.  I know in my heart it is.  He knows too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113692405695799615?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113692405695799615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113692405695799615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113692405695799615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113692405695799615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-game-is-just-cutest-thing-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113610548791620487</id><published>2006-01-01T02:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:51:27.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="300" style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; color: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;In the year 2006 I resolve to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Point and laugh more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right; color black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net" style="color: red;"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2006 to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113610548791620487?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113610548791620487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113610548791620487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113610548791620487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113610548791620487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-year-2006-i-resolve-to-point-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113598686733535207</id><published>2005-12-30T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:54:27.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&amp;nbsp;Earlier this year I was at the farm with the Mr and various assorted inlaws.&amp;nbsp; Kinda like a box of chocolates.&amp;nbsp; Some nuts, some pretty on the outside, but nasty on the inside (kinda like that nasty maple goo one), and some so sweet they make you sick.&amp;nbsp; Anyhoo...Grandma made a HUGE feast.&amp;nbsp; Im talking fried chicken, potatoes, corn, bread, beans, sausage, pies, cookies...ect so on and so forth.&amp;nbsp; She makes so much food, she packages it up for the 3rd generation of married (Her grandkids) to take home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Well, Grandma packs me up a butt load of fried chicken in a plastic Tupperware labled with the words&amp;nbsp; Lea King on it.&amp;nbsp; Grandma is a big&amp;nbsp;church goer, so Im thinking that she just picked up someone elses Tupperware after Bingo, or something.&amp;nbsp; I take my fried chicken, and other assorted Grandma foodstuffs home...and after all is eaten, washed, and put away..I think nothing of Lea King again.&amp;nbsp; Nor her Tupperware that now resides at the beach with me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Until last weekend after the big Christmas feast at my house.&amp;nbsp; BBQ pork ribs, beans, cabbage, cheesecake, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have my own Tupperware, but not nearly enough to hold the leftovers from Christmas.&amp;nbsp; So I pull out the Lea King bowl, and start ladleing beans into it.&amp;nbsp; Cover it with foil, into the fridge it goes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Next day, I realize that Lea King is NOT a someone...its a description.&amp;nbsp; The container is LEAKING.&amp;nbsp; Not belonging to a Lea King.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Damn Lea King for not picking her bowl up after the pot luck at the church.&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;For those of you (like me) who have nothing better to do, and no one to do it with...I invite you to listen to my dear friend NewRomantic's New Years Eve show on &lt;A href="http://www.cityofglassradio.com"&gt;www.cityofglassradio.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;All the greatness that is NewRomantic, live, for 6 hours on the final day of 2005, and on into the early hours of 2006.&amp;nbsp; Its gonna be a DAMN fine show, and I hope you check it out.&amp;nbsp; Details on the show, the station, and the link to the chat room we will party in can be found&amp;nbsp; here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.retroradionetwork.com/forums/showthread.php?p=5393#post5393"&gt;http://www.retroradionetwork.com/forums/showthread.php?p=5393#post5393&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/LeopardNYE.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;See?&amp;nbsp; Be proud of me.&amp;nbsp; XD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113598686733535207?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113598686733535207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113598686733535207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113598686733535207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113598686733535207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/12/xd.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113571378006709681</id><published>2005-12-27T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:03:00.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The gifts still arent here.  I had to go power shopping on Christmas Eve.  MANY repeated phone calls to the company have resulted in the numbers on my phone being worn off, and a migraine for me.  Fed Ex is not to blame, as I determined for myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed Ex opened a trace for me...and Fed Ex even called the company.  The company is trying to pass the buck on Fed Ex...and I told them to knock it off.  I made 2 seperate orders.  One on the 12th, one on the 14th. (You would think that is enough time for Fed Ex to deliver)  The one on the 12th was split into 2 shipments.  The one on the 14th was ADDED to the 2nd shipment of the order from the 12th, and its STILL not here.  According to the tracking number that I have from the company..the second order has only had a shipping label printed.  I called Fed Ex..Fed Ex tells me that they have only picked up and delived the FIRST package.  Which I recieved on Wednesday, the 21st.  Fed Ex said that one was shipped on the 16th.  As of right now, pakage #2 that is still AWOL says its data was trasmitted on the 16th.  But Fed Ex has NO record of this package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Frigging Christmas.  Its now the 27th, and its NOT HERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to pay for it when it does get here.  I'm furious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113571378006709681?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113571378006709681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113571378006709681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113571378006709681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113571378006709681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/12/gifts-still-arent-here.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113536107210343331</id><published>2005-12-23T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:04:32.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3DC7GOT97RD2J21UKJ0NEE9LVF"&gt;The kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0HEGGF1KT7VUX2FV2QNV3G3PJZ"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113536107210343331?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113536107210343331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113536107210343331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113536107210343331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113536107210343331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-kids-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113465967174984651</id><published>2005-12-15T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T09:14:31.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todays blog entry, darlings, is brought to you by the letters B triple R.  As in B-R-R-R.  As in COLD.  Chilly.  NOT WARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I forgot to turn the heater on last night.  But, PG, sweetie, you live in Texas, its not that cold, you all are thinking.  Maybe not.  But to someone who lives in the dry warm climate of the beach on the southernmost coast of Texas, when the mercury drops below 60, I'm cold. And last night as I skipped off merrily to bed, the happy little Weatherbug on my desktop registered 54 degrees.  To drop lower as the night progressed.  Yay me for pulling out the warm jammies.  Boo me for forgetting to turn the heat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up this morning, at the butt crack of dawn, and step my little tootsies onto the "lovely when we looked at the house, but evil now that I have to clean it, and it retains heat as well as a frigging ice cube" hardwood floor.  The gasp of cold floor touching warm feet shock was enough to make the neighborhood chicken sqwak in the yard next door.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You KNOW you need more sleep when you wander into the shower thinking that a nice hot shower will make you feel better...and the after jumpstarting your heart back into the land of the living, you realize you forgot to turn on the actual HOT water faucet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stepping OUT of the shower, as it finally starts to get warm, and lift the chill from your little toesies...you step out of the shower into a wee bit less than a meat locker.  Nekkid.  And wet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is it with every house that Ive ever lived in?  No matter how long or how hot of a shower I take, the bathroom itself is always so cold it makes dangerous glass cutting tools out of certain parts of my female anatomy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeebus...I'm such a wuss in the cold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoodles, Im off to go get gorgeously cute for the office Christmas party, and make my children look like the little angels that the public thinks they are, rather than the heathens that those close to me know as fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113465967174984651?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113465967174984651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113465967174984651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113465967174984651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113465967174984651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/12/todays-blog-entry-darlings-is-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113436632758316213</id><published>2005-12-11T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:45:27.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes...its not just the halls I feel like decking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um, we did Cheyannes concert last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, well, global.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a school has no African American kids, is there really a need for a Kwaanza song? Not that I minded, but I felt a bit odd...I heard NO songs I recognized, and 10 from anywhere BUT America. Peurto Rico, Africa, Jerusalem, Israel, Mexico, Austria, Catalonia,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I raged at the woman behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the concert, shes on her frigging cell phone! Yakkin away about some kind of bowel problem shes having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around, and shushed, her, she kept yakking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around, and glared, she kept yakking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally turned around, and whispered, VERY LOUDLY, "Excuse me, you think you have a stomach ache to complain about NOW? Keep talking, and Ill give you one to complain about when I shove that phone up your butt, lady!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hung up quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad, yet SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note...to the hundreds of elementary school kids in this town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its spelled &lt;strong&gt;REINDEER&lt;/strong&gt; not RAINDEER. And dont get me started on the MANY different ways to spell Rudolph, Christmas, XBox, jewelry, bicycle and cookies. And since when did it become acceptable for kids to write in their Dear Santa letters that "you need to stop eating so many cookie! You wont fit in my chimney!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yours truely has been SWAMPED with typing out nearly 3000 Dear Santa letters from the school kids in my school district for the newspaper to publish next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/explotar2jr.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113436632758316213?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113436632758316213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113436632758316213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113436632758316213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113436632758316213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113324443895129145</id><published>2005-11-29T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:07:18.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy belated Thanksgiving!  Lots of family stories and pictures to share soon!  Life is good...doing OK over here...I apologize for not being as up to date as I used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113324443895129145?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113324443895129145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113324443895129145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113324443895129145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113324443895129145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-belated-thanksgiving-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113198464812154964</id><published>2005-11-14T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:10:48.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...you thought I disapperared?   No such luck.  LOL.  Just havent had too many major things happen to bore you all with, especially not after the San Antonio concert.  Unless you want to hear about the dead body on the road on my way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I was coming home on Halloween morning, so that makes it all the creepier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going on I37 south...and up this pretty big hill, and as I crested the top, I see all these red and blue flashers roaring up the other side of the interstate...coming at me.  And as I get halfway down the hill...I see what they are coming for.  There is something in the northbound lane.  And I can tell you, it wasnt a deer, or a dog, or an armadillo.  Unless these animals started wearing blue jeans and having long hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled, and broken in the road...a body of a girl.  I passed her before the cops got to her...and Ive seen some bad stuff in my day.  But this was bad.  Horrible.  All I could think of was how I had just driven on that same road going into SA not 18 hours prior.  This was at 7:30 in the morning.  And how if the hotel had gotten my wake up call straight, I would have been by there sooner...and who knows, been able to help her, or maybe gone past before she was there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many maybes, and what ifs..and I dont even know what happened.  But it sure did shake me up...so bad I had to stop for a few minutes and calm down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats my Halloween story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113198464812154964?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113198464812154964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113198464812154964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113198464812154964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113198464812154964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113103216291179675</id><published>2005-11-03T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:36:02.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estimated delivery Nov 3, 2005 7:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking the Fed Ex website....I see that the package with my new phone in it is in Corpus!   30 minutes away from me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet delivery time is 10 hours from now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its faster for me to go DRIVE there and pick it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113103216291179675?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113103216291179675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113103216291179675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113103216291179675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113103216291179675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/11/estimated-delivery-nov-3-2005-700-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113096838864993026</id><published>2005-11-02T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:53:08.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Soooo....I dug through all the pictures, and these 4 stand out as the BEST shots of all 5 that I got, well, besides the one thats in the previous post..All of these are printed, and framed...I've never stared at my wall in the office for so long...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/MyLepp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/MyLepp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/Lepp5a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/Lepp2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113096838864993026?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113096838864993026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113096838864993026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113096838864993026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113096838864993026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/11/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113085979617301394</id><published>2005-11-01T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:43:16.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was a great concert. Cheap Trick was awesome...and caused a near riot in the row in front of me! The guy threw out this album cover sized chunk This was a great concert. Cheap Trick was awesome...and caused a near riot in the row in front of me! The guy threw out this album cover sized chunk of cardboard covered in pics into the crowd, directly in front of me, and the people went NUTS! 3 rows of chairs got knocked over, beer was spilled, and punches  thrown! Meanwhile, the first guy that grabbed it came up screaming, and the guy next to me reached over the seats and knocked it out of his hands, sending it flying again!   And later I found out that the first person to grab it was a GIRL, and after their set, CT gave her another one, signed by ALL the members...  pretty frigging cool of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seat was the exact middle...couldnt have had better...but of course, I wiggled my way up to the barricade with a girlfriend...and snagged some primo shots.    I had a single seat, and the usher comes up to me, and brings this *ahem* large man over, turns out, his seat is right next to me...and EVERY time that usher walked by again, he made this face like, "Getcha some!"  I wanted to flip him the bird, but didnt, seeing as how I smuggled in a good digital camera, instead of the disposables they said we could only bring it...figured I better behave myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some chick took the Halloween costume idea a bit far, and came as a "Cereal Killer" . White tshirt covered in opened boxes of Froot Loops and Corn Pops..all glued in so they would stay in the boxes, glued knives into the boxes, and covered it in ketchup. Quite funny, actually, and even funnier when the chick with MAJOR 80's hair that was poofed out around 4 inches on all sides of her head started to headbang, and got her hair stuck in the ketchup, didnt realize it, and got 3 sticky spoons stuck in her hair!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some dumbass was so excited that *I* smuggled my digital in, that he came up behind me and kept grabbing my ass...to which I turned around, and oops..spilled a beer on him...  By the time the Lepp set was halfway, I hadnt got that many pics, the secuirty guy in front of me was rather grouchy looking, and I didnt want to take the chance of him yelling at me, or worse, taking my batteries away!  So I kept ducking down behind the guy in front of me, holding the camera up, and praying that I got a good shot.  When they left the stage, and came back for an encore, I said fuck it, and just went camera crazy.  What were they gonna do, throw me out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113085979617301394?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113085979617301394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113085979617301394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113085979617301394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113085979617301394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-was-great-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113078082626854500</id><published>2005-10-31T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:45:21.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...just wow. Stories later...but for now, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...some may have seen what I just posted, but Im editing to post the tagged ones....sorry to take away the rest...but Ill repost after I tag them all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/TraciDH/MyJoe.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113078082626854500?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113078082626854500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113078082626854500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113078082626854500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113078082626854500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113060050471071326</id><published>2005-10-29T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T10:46:14.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween everyone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill see you all on Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113060050471071326?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113060050471071326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113060050471071326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113060050471071326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113060050471071326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween-everyone-ill-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113042465216033984</id><published>2005-10-27T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:50:52.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so it ends.  Swept in the Series.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have Sunday to look forward too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty has adopted us.  Every day, she's out there on the porch..which is pretty nice.  She's cute, and doesnt really want to come in the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its finally cooling down out here!  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113042465216033984?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113042465216033984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113042465216033984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113042465216033984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113042465216033984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-so-it-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113017871810539619</id><published>2005-10-24T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:31:58.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween. And I love baseball. And what better way to join the two?   Keeps my mind off this awful cold that smacked upside the head sometime on Sunday, in the wee early hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHEEE!  By this time next week, Ill be reeling in post-Lepp show euphoria..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/265/364/1600/Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/265/364/320/Pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/265/364/1600/AstrosPuimpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/265/364/320/AstrosPuimpkin.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/6596913-113017871810539619?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113017871810539619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113017871810539619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113017871810539619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113017871810539619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-113009003244268791</id><published>2005-10-23T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:53:52.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong with people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be warned, this is a whine fest, so leave now if you dont want to read it...or are a White Sox fan.   LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Astros lost last night.  Big deal.  One game out of a 7 game series.  Yes, I'm upset, yes, I'm disappointed.  But you know what burns my ass even MORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear about, on the news and the radio, is how much Chicago deserves to win.  Chicago should win.  Chicago fans deserve to see their team win.  What the hell ever.  Chicago hasnt been to a Series since what, 1918? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, HELLO!  Houston has NEVER BEEN!   In the history of the Houston Astros franchise, they have never made the World Series.  Not for lack of trying...but dammit!  I have yet to see a national newscaster say on the air how much HOUSTON deserves to win!   How much the Astros fans deserve to see their team take the title.   Bagwell and Biggio have been on this team over 30 years combined.  If thats not dedication, and perseverence...then tell me what is.  They deserve to win, and Ill be so frigging thilled when they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the national sportscasters are biased closet Sox fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a cold.  So I feel like shit.  Partially to blame for my whining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-113009003244268791?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/113009003244268791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=113009003244268791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113009003244268791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/113009003244268791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-hell-is-wrong-with-people-be.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112978094398780903</id><published>2005-10-19T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:23:31.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/images/2005/10/20/8m8LJPHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/images/2005/10/20/8m8LJPHO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kkrw.com/pages/audio/AstrosTribute.mp3"&gt;HOLY TOLEDO!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE ARE GOING TO THE WORLD SERIES!!!!!!!!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112978094398780903?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112978094398780903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112978094398780903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112978094398780903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112978094398780903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/holy-toledo-we-are-going-to-world.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112973924133509074</id><published>2005-10-19T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:27:21.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/265/364/1600/Kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/265/364/320/Kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the cute kitties come to me?  This one has been on the porch for a week!  Hubby says no...so I leave her outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do feed her...*whistles innocently*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112973924133509074?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112973924133509074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112973924133509074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112973924133509074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112973924133509074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-do-cute-kitties-come-to-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112965050122203358</id><published>2005-10-18T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:48:21.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh frigging hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed with happiness at Lance's 3 run homer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed with pain at Pujol's that gave them the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell to my knees when the final out was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I take this game a little too seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://smilies.sofrayt.com/%5E/_950/ole.gif" width="229" height="41"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112965050122203358?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112965050122203358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112965050122203358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112965050122203358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112965050122203358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-frigging-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112958669628571107</id><published>2005-10-17T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:04:56.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/images/2005/10/16/5rfjetRj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/images/2005/10/16/5rfjetRj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE GAME AWAY FROM THE SERIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112958669628571107?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112958669628571107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112958669628571107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112958669628571107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112958669628571107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-game-away-from-series.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112930433253423837</id><published>2005-10-14T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:38:52.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I go with cheaper, but farther away, or closer to the venue, but more expensive?  Not even that expensive, really...just about 10 bucks more.  and 8 miles closer.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not normally that big of a deal, but Im so detail picky that I want to make sure that I have PLENTY of wiggle room time wise, you know?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions decisions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112930433253423837?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112930433253423837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112930433253423837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112930433253423837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112930433253423837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112905410530721725</id><published>2005-10-11T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:08:25.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are easier ways to tell me that I need to clean the laundry room floor.  Which, BTW, wasnt even dirty to begin with.  Hmmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I must say, less painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My washing machine decided to get "stuck" on FILL...and just kept filling and filling and filling...I walked into the laundry room into a wall to wall puddle of sudsy water...&lt;br /&gt;In the laundry room are the washer, dryer, which was running at the time, and the deep freeze.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I have just spent the last 2 hours sopping and mopping a now sparkling clean laundry room floor.   Had to move EVERYTHING around, and/or out to get underneath or behind it to get all the water out...my laundry room looks like a disaster area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a war wound to show for it!  I ripped the palm of my left hand open when moving the VERY FULL deep freeze out of the puddle it was in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very hesitant to finish laundry now today.  The GOOD thing is that its hot outside, so I just open the back door, and the laundry room window, and the floor is dry now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just refuse to move everything back now.  Maybe later.  I think the other half will get a kick out of this one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are hardly boring, I tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112905410530721725?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112905410530721725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112905410530721725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112905410530721725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112905410530721725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-are-easier-ways-to-tell-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112897168880385954</id><published>2005-10-10T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:14:48.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy, this seems familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 teams.  The Houston Astros...the St. Louis Cardinals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One World Series spot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be left in tears a week and half from now. I was last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shit you not.  Last game...last inning...when it was over, I cried.  Like a big baseball loving baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Astros.  I love October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112897168880385954?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112897168880385954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112897168880385954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112897168880385954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112897168880385954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/boy-this-seems-familiar.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112871470035829233</id><published>2005-10-07T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:51:40.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To kick off the weekend..I invite you all to check out the new &lt;a href="http://www.retroradionetwork.com/forums/index.php"&gt;Retro Radio Network Forum&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;This past week has seen us move to a new host, and therefore a whole new board! Part of the changes include a new &lt;a href="http://www.retroradionetwork.com/chat/flashchat.php"&gt;Retro Chat Room&lt;/a&gt;. It's connected directly to the Retro Radio Network server, so it would only be down if the server is down. You know all those live shows that I post about?  Well, thats where we will be chatting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you KNOW I cant forget..&lt;a href="http://www.cityofglassradio.com"&gt;City Of Glass Radio&lt;/a&gt; underwent a major transformation, and the station now contains over 6,600 songs to choose from! &lt;br /&gt;Also, this Sunday, October 9th at 5 PM Eastern, City Of Glass Radio will be one of a superabundance of stations participating in what may very well be the first concert simulcast podcast. Podcasters and internet radio stations all over the globe will be simultaneously broadcasting a recent live concert performance by &lt;a href="http://mynameischance.com/"&gt;Chance &amp; The Choir. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard Chance before?  Get thee over to City of Glass Radio and check him out.  He rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112871470035829233?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112871470035829233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112871470035829233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112871470035829233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112871470035829233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-kick-off-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112861676088822968</id><published>2005-10-06T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T11:51:26.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/265/364/1600/My%20Lepp%20Seat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/265/364/320/My%20Lepp%20Seat.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 posts in a hour?  Well, heres why....  Im the happiest girl in the world right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats ROW 7 BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112861676088822968?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112861676088822968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112861676088822968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112861676088822968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112861676088822968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/2-posts-in-hour-well-heres-why.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112861499322017494</id><published>2005-10-06T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T11:09:53.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started decorating for Halloween...and I found a few boxes of orange and purple lights that I bought last year.  Now, I love having lights up..I'm the type of person that will leave them up year round, if I didnt get weird looks from the hubby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I strung the purple and orange up in my office, and IMO, they look bad ass next to the big silk screened Pink Floyd banners I bought him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking for those lights, I stumbled across the Christmas stuff.  Seems that last year, I threw out all my old white lights, and during the after Christmas sale, I bought over 1100 more white lights.  I know why I did it.  Last year I had a porch that I lit up...this year I dont.  And I doubt hubby wants to climb the roof to string them on the house...so...that leaves me with lots of extra lights, and nowhere to put them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I decided that after Halloween, and I take down the orange and purple, I will most likely take the extra white ones, and make my ceiling in my office a indoor night sky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just keep the orange and purple up, and mix all three together.   I have yet to decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...for those of you interested...I am going to yet again pass on a CD recommendation that I got the other day.  Rob put the word out on Franz Ferdinand's new album, "You Could Have it So Much Better"  so I got it.  And I like it.  So I recommend it to you.  You wont be sorry.   I wasnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112861499322017494?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112861499322017494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112861499322017494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112861499322017494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112861499322017494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-started-decorating-for-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112845770588269085</id><published>2005-10-04T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:28:25.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112845770588269085?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112845770588269085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112845770588269085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112845770588269085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112845770588269085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/test.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112836850231144758</id><published>2005-10-03T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:41:42.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hippity hoppity hooray and its about absolutely frigging time!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Leppard luck has suddenly changed for the better..  The Beaumont show that was cancelled due to Rita, has been rescheduled in San Antonio!  Which is a 2 hour drive from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is SO doable for me!!  The show is a Sunday..and I really think that I could swing spending the night and coming home Monday morning...if not, I could drive home..AND...hubby doesnt object either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...hope my luck holds out when tickets go on sale Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may mean that I dont make it to Pyromania in Houston though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112836850231144758?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112836850231144758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112836850231144758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112836850231144758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112836850231144758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/10/hippity-hoppity-hooray-and-its-about.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112810302527062862</id><published>2005-09-30T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:57:05.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAARRRGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate alarm clocks.  What I hate even MORE than alarm clocks are men who set them to go off at the butt crack of dawn, and then hit the snooze button 10 times, so they finally get out of bed and get their ass in gear at the same time that I needed to get up.  But the span of time between their "awakening" and mine was puncuated every ten minutes by the local rock station blaring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this after they made sure to emphasize how important it was that they get up at the butt crack of dawn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have myself a copy of a certain album that I know all Lepp fans, well, most are looking forward too.  Thats the one thing that makes me not completely grouchy today.  That and it FINALLY rained last night.  One big honking motherfucker of a storm.  And it was great.  My idiot cat decided to shoot out the door when I opened it to check on the yard, and within 5 minutes, he was back on the porch, drenched, and wailing to be let in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...off to finish all those pesky things that I always seem to start, then forget about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112810302527062862?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112810302527062862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112810302527062862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112810302527062862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112810302527062862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/yaarrrgggh-i-hate-alarm-clocks.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112783599928639074</id><published>2005-09-27T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:46:39.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo much to catch up on...what a week.  It was a week ago that we got the word that things were gonna happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to catch up from my return.  I can sit here and whine about the ton of laundry to do, the school that my daughter missed, or the milk that spoiled...but deep in my heart, Im grateful that I still have a laundry room to do laundry.  A school for her to go to.  A kitchen to hold my milk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky...while so many others werent.  And it really opens your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can, where you can to help people...it will be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112783599928639074?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112783599928639074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112783599928639074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112783599928639074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112783599928639074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/soooo-much-to-catch-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112766751734803062</id><published>2005-09-25T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T11:58:37.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, we get ready to leave on Wed...go to the office, pull out ALL the hard drives, monitors, financials, cameras, ect, so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;Town looks deserted....HEB was boarded up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive for 4 hours to get to Grandmas....no beds...we are all sleeping on mattresses on the floor.  Not that its bad...but it sure wasnt comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;No cable, no internet...just San Antonio stations...so I had NO idea what was going on at home. All I kept seeing was the people leaving from Houston, and I was like, holy shit! I just did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas was going crazy! Driving through the towns to get there, most of them had signs up that said, "NO GAS!" &lt;br /&gt;And all the people in those traffic jams! My cousin lives in Pearland, and my aunt in Katy...a 45 minute drive...they were coming to Hallettsville too...it took them FIVE hours to get to my aunts so , so they stayed put...it was CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;And that was on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we were hearing that it was turning, so we were all paying close attention...but the news had started focusing on Houston and Galveston, no one was saying anything about Corpus...&lt;br /&gt;So we had no idea what had or was happening there. Bobby called the Police cheif there, and no answer... So we decided to set up the work computers at Grandmas in the dining room, and yes, I was WORKING at her house.  My boss sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday NIGHT we hear a itty bitty clip on the news saying that Corpus had lifted evacs, and people could come home. So we wanted to come home, then we thought about it, and realized that ALL those people that had left, were coming home...&lt;br /&gt;Traffic nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed another night...and on Friday, we heard back from the poilice chief, he said that the evac orders werent lifted untill FRIDAY...not Thursday like the news was saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time we are there, we still have no pictures of whats going on at home...&lt;br /&gt;My UNcle owns a store next to Grandmas...and he ran out of gas twice! All the evauees stopping there for gas, food, water...&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go into town, and get some presents for Aryn, and a cake, and just leave on Saturday, (her birthday) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had cake, presents, all that this morning, and left around 1. Got home around 4...and Im still unpacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been horrible...but Im so glad that it was not anywhere near as bad as what Houston, and Galveston and NO are getting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so horrible for those people there.  &lt;br /&gt;Get home, and NOTHING has happened. No wind, no water, no rain, nothing. We might get some later this week...but right now, its just triple digit hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you who messaged me, emailed me, and just thought about me and my family...It was so reassuring, and calming everytime my phone beeped with a new message...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112766751734803062?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112766751734803062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112766751734803062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112766751734803062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112766751734803062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-we-get-ready-to-leave-on-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112732032388203749</id><published>2005-09-21T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:32:03.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much for Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im outta here today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think good thoughts for me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112732032388203749?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112732032388203749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112732032388203749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112732032388203749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112732032388203749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-much-for-thursday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112725670439667701</id><published>2005-09-20T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:51:44.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.  The final word is that Im outta here with the kids, and pets on Thursday morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the latest I can stay without getting too behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...help me keep my chin up cause I am scared shitless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112725670439667701?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112725670439667701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112725670439667701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112725670439667701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112725670439667701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112715103950592991</id><published>2005-09-19T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:30:39.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh crap. Rita, I dont like you already, and you are still in the Bahamas.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is projected, and supposed to hit this weekend.  Jeez.  At least I have my hurricane shit still around from Emily.  Whether or not I have to use it is another story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kris.static.worldnow.com/images/incoming/wsi/FTP_GULF_TRACK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112715103950592991?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112715103950592991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112715103950592991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112715103950592991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112715103950592991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112709994997118358</id><published>2005-09-18T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:19:09.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo...I'm sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 2 very good friends this week.  I dont know when I'll see or hear from either again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jason is moving to New Mexico this week, and its tough.  I know he's doing whats best, and I applaud him for that...but man.  I hate that he has to leave.  Things with him will probably be up in the air for a good long while until he gets settled with a new job and place...and I hope it all goes fast with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other friend...well, I just dont know.  No word for over a week...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112709994997118358?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112709994997118358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112709994997118358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112709994997118358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112709994997118358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112690330582140242</id><published>2005-09-16T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:41:45.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050914/i/r2587077477.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U.S. President George W. Bush writes a note to Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice during a Security Council meeting at the 2005 World Summit and 60th General Assembly of the United Nations in New York September 14, 2005."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snort*  Everyone have a giggle...I sure as hell did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112690330582140242?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112690330582140242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112690330582140242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112690330582140242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112690330582140242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/u.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112679665012656356</id><published>2005-09-15T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T10:04:10.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heres a dream you'll appreciate...although I dont remember much...and what I do remember is well, odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Tommy Lee (yes, THAT Tommy Lee)...we are somewhere, his studio, I guess...I'm playing, he's playing...he asks me to go get a drink with him...we stop at a gas station for cigarettes...he leaves the door to the Camero open, some big dog jumps in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are staring, and just taking pics of his car...its weird! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets back in...and what do I tell him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never seen you drum live before, that was awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I told him he had nice legs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, Aryn woke up and had to potty. I gotta teach that girl how to go by herself at night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think I liked Tommy Lee that much to dream about him....I did buy his new album though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course this dream hasnt REPEATED since I wrote it down the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112679665012656356?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112679665012656356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112679665012656356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112679665012656356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112679665012656356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/heres-dream-youll-appreciate.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112673258900340399</id><published>2005-09-14T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:16:29.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears: Mother - Sep 14, 2005 - E! Online News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,17362,00.html?rssceleb"&gt;Britney Spears: Mother &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In todays "Who give a shit news..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears gave birth to a little boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name will be London.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant you just see it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down..London bridges falling down.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112673258900340399?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,17362,00.html?rssceleb' title='Britney Spears: Mother - Sep 14, 2005 - E! Online News'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112673258900340399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112673258900340399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112673258900340399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112673258900340399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/britney-spears-mother-sep-14-2005-e.html' title='Britney Spears: Mother - Sep 14, 2005 - E! Online News'/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112662093312866208</id><published>2005-09-13T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:15:33.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive just been told that there is a hummingbird migration going on here.  I was outside in the yard yesterday evening, and my neighbor had 3 feeders on his porch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an abundance of black buzzy things around them..and I thought bees.  To my surprise and enjoyment, it was around 20 hummingbirds!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came out to refill, and he informed me that in about 2 days, there will be hundreds EVERYWHERE there is a feeder!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hummingbirds...and Im on my way out to pick up some feeders right now..and of course, check the music scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112662093312866208?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112662093312866208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112662093312866208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112662093312866208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112662093312866208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-just-been-told-that-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112655372210705522</id><published>2005-09-12T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:35:22.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jiminy crickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth would I have over 30 hits in less than 8 minutes from one place?  From 2:30 to 2:37...37 hits from one IP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, side note.  You are missed.  No further words are needed.  You know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112655372210705522?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112655372210705522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112655372210705522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112655372210705522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112655372210705522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/jiminy-crickets.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112648663446067868</id><published>2005-09-11T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:57:14.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So don't let go&lt;br /&gt;Now we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand please&lt;br /&gt;Understand me&lt;br /&gt;You're never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got to believe&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright in the end&lt;br /&gt;(Nobody knows)&lt;br /&gt;You've got to believe&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright my friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112648663446067868?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112648663446067868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112648663446067868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112648663446067868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112648663446067868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-nobody-knows-whats-gonna-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112627529749770678</id><published>2005-09-09T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:43:09.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Friday!  Its raining!   Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also the first weekend of Fantasy Football.  A friend of mine started a league on Yahoo, and I joined with him...and wouldnt you know it...this weekend its his team against mine.  I dont think my team is too bad, although I did have to bench my preferred starter cause his dumbass is suspended till next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since its raining, and I dont anticpiate actually going OUT tonight or tomorrow...Ill be checking out the music shows of my friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight- &lt;a href="http://www.retroradionetwork.com/retro/midasmix.htm"&gt;MidasMix live on Renegade Retro&lt;/a&gt;  Midas is another good friend of mine..the boy knows more about dance music than anybody I've ever met.  He puts on a pretty good show! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow-  &lt;a href="http://www.retroradionetwork.com/retrocommunity/index.php?&amp;board=79;action=display;threadid=4573;start=0;boardseen=1"&gt; NewRomantic's Nude House of Wacky People &lt;/a&gt;  This weekends theme is repetition.  Yes, you heard me.  Repetition.  See the little snake in the corner with the smart ass sayings?  There's where you click to  listen.  And Ive already told you in previous posts how to get in touch with us if you want to join us in chat.  So come on!  So come on!  &lt;br /&gt;Fine..I'll tell you again.  After all, the theme is repetition.  &lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;a href="http://edit.yahoo.com/config/send_webmesg?.target=newreligion&amp;.src=pg"&gt;newreligion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm &lt;a href="http://edit.yahoo.com/config/send_webmesg?.target=horeckat&amp;amp;.src=pg"&gt;horeckat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually sometime soon I will put in words all my thoughts about this catastrophe.  And all the bad it brought out in people.  And all the good.  I spent alot of time doing alot of stuff in the neighboring town where we had refugees brought to.  I just need more time to put my feelings into words.  Maybe this weekend.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112627529749770678?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112627529749770678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112627529749770678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112627529749770678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112627529749770678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-friday-its-raining-yay-its-also.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112618973600851583</id><published>2005-09-08T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:28:56.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just remembered why I dont wash my hair before I go to to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with the most lopdsided curly head Ive ever had, and since I cut my hair off short short short...that makes it even curlier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to fix it...LMAO!  Ive never had such a mess!  It doesnt look bad, though.  I'm just not used to seeimg my normal straight hair all wild and curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES, I do wash my hair, but in the mornings, for those of you wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112618973600851583?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112618973600851583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112618973600851583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112618973600851583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112618973600851583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-remembered-why-i-dont-wash-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112613266866637942</id><published>2005-09-07T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:37:48.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Herro?  Evir knocking at the dool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, still off on a tangent about how utterly BAD that movie was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the dentist in the morning.  How fun is that!  Depending on what they tell me, I may be getting teeth yanked, braces, or both.  This is the same problem I went for in April, but with moving, and all that fun crap, I didnt have time to get it all taken care of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez..I cant believe that September is here.  The yearis 3/4 gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the hell did 2005 go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112613266866637942?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112613266866637942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112613266866637942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112613266866637942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112613266866637942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/herro-evir-knocking-at-dool-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112593882581326952</id><published>2005-09-05T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:47:05.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why why why, don't I listen when I am warned?  I was told not to do it.  I was told I would regret it.  Did I listen?   Nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a stupid thing last night.  I wasted 91 minutes of my life.  But it seemed soooo much longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "The Grudge" last night.  And boy, am I ever sorry that I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the most crap filled, crap oozing, craptacular, crapfest of a crap movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only redeeming factor of the whole night was the fact that the 2 people that I watched it with didnt mind when I started making really snide comments through the whole thing.  They even joined in, and the laughter made it a bit more bearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else?  I discovered you can make a grown man shit his pants with just a cat, and a weird noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend went to sleep after that crapfest, so hubby picked up my cat, and we snuck into the room, hubby tossed the cat on the bed, and I made that noise...you know, the noise that the pale girl kept making every time she showed up...(Oh if you are worried about me giving away the plot, don't be.  There is NO plot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my 12 bucks back.  I want a personal apology from Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Bill Pullman.  I want those 91 minutes of my life back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was TERRIBLE.  I have NEVER seen a movie that was so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112593882581326952?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112593882581326952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112593882581326952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112593882581326952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112593882581326952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-why-why-dont-i-listen-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112576682343884584</id><published>2005-09-03T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T12:00:26.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Men are stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has a Mac laptop, and I have a PC.  He needs the Fetch program so he can update the papers websites from home.  Its not compatible with Windows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, look, lets just buy a router, so you can use the net here at home on your laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says no...that wont work cause he is using a Mac, and he will have to change all his settings, and stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will win this battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112576682343884584?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112576682343884584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112576682343884584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112576682343884584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112576682343884584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/men-are-stubborn.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596913.post-112558369955630751</id><published>2005-09-01T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:08:19.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy frigging September.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August?  HOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August in Texas?  Hotter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August in Texas with a heat index of 110?  Hottest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August in Texas with a heat index of 110, and the air compressor on your air conditioner crapped out?    Oh hell, might as well park a turkey on the couch, save time and make dinner as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6596913-112558369955630751?l=tracistirades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/feeds/112558369955630751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6596913&amp;postID=112558369955630751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112558369955630751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6596913/posts/default/112558369955630751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracistirades.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-frigging-september.html' title=''/><author><name>PaperGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07736182853742951284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XebUDkMBlUg/SbkgcJAFzkI/AAAAAAAAACc/g6zva3onnn8/S220/pink3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
