<?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-9132412</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:24:40.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life as a Mouse</title><subtitle type='html'>A place in time to post my thoughts and general meanderings of myself as I go through this life. A time and place for racing through the stars to crash land here, with me and the things that don't make sense..at least not to me..:-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>239</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-3577940523155185827</id><published>2010-05-02T00:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:40:06.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I watched on TV tonight after I got home from a fun night at work.  I cracked myself up and made other people laugh.  Its actually gives one a rather good feeling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway back to original thought the TV I watched.....A movie-&lt;i&gt;TAKEN&lt;/i&gt;-with Liam Neeson(2008).              It was very good.  My husband and I both enjoyed it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we watched the last 45 minutes of Ice Age 3. Hilarious is all I have to say about that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-3577940523155185827?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/3577940523155185827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=3577940523155185827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/3577940523155185827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/3577940523155185827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-i-watched-on-tv-tonight-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-4142613919241304867</id><published>2010-03-25T04:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T05:00:33.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the sleepy-eyed zombie</title><content type='html'>Its around 430 in the morning and its obvious that I can't sleep.  For some strange reason I got bitten by the cleaning bug so I decided to run with it.  One never knows when its going to hit so I take advantage because I do all that tedious cleaning that should be done ever so often anyways  but never gets done.  Maybe its that spring cleaning thing.  It also didn't help that our dog &lt;i&gt;Duchess&lt;/i&gt; was snoring louder than my husband Rob usually does and since she is a 90lb Mastiff its not like I can tell her to roll over or even roll her over myself.  But I digress.......what really sucks about not being able to sleep is the fact that I have to work tomorrow at 1230.  Either I will make it or I won't.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son Isaac finally got his driver's permit.  I am looking forward to teaching him how to drive.  I'm so proud of him.  He always worry's about passing any kind of test that he has but I just reming him that he gets straight A's and he will do just fine.  And of course he does every time. He takes after me in that regard.  He is a great kid.  Actually all 3 of my kids are great. I don't know how I got so lucky.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I got to talk to my good friend "R" that I haven't spoken to for a long while. Well, I can't ever remember the last time we chatted.  It was good to get back into touch with him, he was a riot to hang out with.  He even invited the hubby and I to come over for a visit after I get off work tomorrow(actually later today).  I am looking forward to because its been awhile since we've hung out with friends closer to my age.  My friend Summer from work came over last friday and we played "kings" the drinking game which my hubby won of course.  I took a couple of shots of jaggermiester and that was it for me.  I'm just not that into drinking anymore.  I guess its because I'm older and getting drunk and feeling like crap the next day just isn't my idea of fun anymore.  But ehh, whaddya gonna do peer pressure sucks...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-4142613919241304867?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/4142613919241304867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=4142613919241304867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/4142613919241304867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/4142613919241304867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2010/03/attack-of-sleepy-eyed-zombie.html' title='attack of the sleepy-eyed zombie'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-4125951954329706456</id><published>2009-11-20T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:42:43.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.neopets.com/faerieland/air_faerie_icon.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just having a little fun on neopets.  Supposedly I'm like the Air Fairie....which is i guess could be kind of true....sometimes it takes a little time for things to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is finally playing Modern Warfare 2 online.  He can't have his X-box online at his dad's house but we have ours online so he plays here.  He has been playing since aound 5 this afternoon and he is on Level 13  so far.   I played him in a private match and he kicked my butt.  I played Elijah and I beat him once and that was the end of my winning streak.  They really like playing the game and so do I.  Ok. Elijah just walked in and he says I didn't beat him....I am starting to see a rematch in the not so distant future....stay tuned for more developments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-4125951954329706456?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/4125951954329706456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=4125951954329706456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/4125951954329706456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/4125951954329706456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-having-little-fun-on-neopets.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-2116556080889872178</id><published>2009-11-12T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:04:50.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick update.....Duchess our 6 month old mastiff puppy is now 62.5 lbs.  Pepper our 4 yr old husky mix is only 54.5 lbs.  She has started to chance him around the yard now instead of the other way around.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby went and got the new call of duty game modern warfare 2.  Its really cool and no, i havent played it cause  I don't even try.  I just like watching the hubby and my 2 boys play it.  I think the graphics are awesome, and the maps are way more involved than in the last one.  I will tell you that the online play is harder (to me anyways) than the 1st game.  Which is good, it intensifies the game.  My oldest son Isaac is dying to play it but he has to wait until the next weekend to play it because we have it here and he doesn't have one at his Dad's house.  I was thinking to taking the game up to him so he can start playing it.  I know he is going to love it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In family news.....I found out last week that my eldest sister Lori is back in jail.  Yeah I said jail.  She has been back in since September.  A friend of hers called me.  I guess she said something to him about calling me when he went to go see her.  I can't blame her for not thinking of it sooner.  She has a lot of difficulty in the mental area.  And I'm not sure if she will ever get better.  I keep thinking that if she lived up here closer to us we could help her more and make sure she does everything that she can to get herself better.  She really doesn't have a support system where she is because her family-meaning me and our 2 other sisters-are all up here in ohio.  Anyways, I found the # for where she is so I'm gonna call it to see how I can write to her.  So I can let her know that we love her and are here for her when she is ready to need to us.  I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, My eldest son, Isaac got a 4.0 gpa on his report card.  I'm so proud of him. I knew he could do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-2116556080889872178?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/2116556080889872178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=2116556080889872178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/2116556080889872178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/2116556080889872178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-3102161559705439521</id><published>2009-09-28T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:01:11.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things are moving fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Hey everyone.  Just sitting here at home watching another episode of Law &amp;amp; Order criminal intent. Very good show.  The season premieres of &lt;i&gt;House and Her&lt;/i&gt;oes was absolutely entertainment at its best.  I also watched the new show &lt;i&gt;Eastwick and The Good Wife&lt;/i&gt; i enjoyed both of those which I know that one of them or both won't make it.  You get hooked on a show and then they pull it.  There are so many shows that I like and with my work schedule thank god for the DVR.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;Our new mastiff puppy "Duchess" is doing great.  She is 5 months old and she is almost bigger than our 4 yr old Husky mix "Pepper".  It so funny watching them play together. Our 2 kitties chewy and fuzzy love her too.  They will cuddle right up with her and sleep.  They play with her tail and she just ignores them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;We did get the new Halo ODST game for xbox when it came out.  Its a pretty cool game.  I don't play them much anymore because it just hurts my hands too much.  Hubby and my 2 teenage boys like playing it.  I just watch and read my books.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;I read The Time Travelers Wife it was very very good.  It was hard to put it down, you want read more and more but Alas! one does have to sleep sometime.  Speaking of sleepy Hubby is past out in his recliner.  He is still in a lot of pain from his neck surgery its hard to sleep in the bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;I think I might take a nap today.  I don't work again until the morrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-3102161559705439521?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/3102161559705439521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=3102161559705439521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/3102161559705439521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/3102161559705439521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-are-moving-fast.html' title='things are moving fast'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-7769933396626498361</id><published>2009-08-24T18:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:36:14.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SpMUZETUFNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JYZU4UtzNHs/s1600-h/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SpMUZETUFNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JYZU4UtzNHs/s320/DSCN0524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373661201267168466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Duchess, an English Mastiff.  She is the newest addition to our family.  We got her from a breeder in Tennessee and she has been absolutely wonderful to have.  She is very lovable as you can tell from the picture.  She is 3.5 months old and weighs 35 lbs.  Our other dog Pepper, a husky mix is 4 yrs old and weighs 50 lbs.  So pretty soon she will weigh more than him.  They get along great and the kitty cats are warming up to her especially Chewy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-7769933396626498361?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/7769933396626498361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=7769933396626498361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/7769933396626498361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/7769933396626498361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-duchess-english-mastiff.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SpMUZETUFNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JYZU4UtzNHs/s72-c/DSCN0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-583819549596658417</id><published>2009-08-02T19:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:43:15.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, the magellan name for one of my new kitty cats didn't stick.  We finally came up with Chewy and Fuzzy and they suit them very well.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the kids to the Newport Aquarium today.  It was fun.  I got some good pictures of some of the underwater dwelling creatures.  I will post them to flickr later if I can figure out how to get them off of the camera to the computer.  Usually my hubby does it but he is asleep because he has to make the long trip back to Tennessee to take his nieces back home.  They start school on the 7th.  It was fun having 5 teenagers in the house.  I think we spent more on food the last week and a half than Rob and I have in the last 6 months.  OMG they can eat and I don't know where they put it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to finally get to see my baby sister Julie on the 6th.  We haven't seen each other in I know its been at least 4 years.  The crazy thing about it is that we don't live that far apart.  Maybe 2 hours.  Its just been hard to keep in touch.  With our lives having been really crazy the last couple of years with having to move every 6 months and just trying to keep our heads above water.  Things are definitely alot better now.   Having lived with some kind of family the last year and a half when you finally get the privacy that you need it just feels strange just being "us" again.  Oh don't worry I'm not complaining just have to get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My vacation from work started yesterday and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.  I'm going to try to keep myself busy so I don't get bored though.  Because last year when I went on my vacation after the 2nd day I was so bored I could barely stand it.  Rob says I get like that because I'm a workaholic which I think is true.  Even when I'm not at work I will call to make sure everything went okay especially if I closed the night before.  I work for one of my local Krogers in customer service and I just love it.   But at the end of this vacation they are moving me to another store.  I don't know yet if it is temporary or permanent and I'm not sure which one I want it to be.  I will need some time working at the new one to decide.  It will be a slightly weird transition but I do make friends quite easily though and I definitely think that helps.  I will certainly miss all my friends at my "old" store but I will see them from time to time.   Especially My Summer, she is a great girl and we are really good friends.  She does start college in about a month so we are going to have a party at the house before she goes.  I will miss seeing her almost everyday but I know she will have fun and make some new friends at school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Rob and I's 8th wedding anniversary and He is going to be traveling.  We were really looking forward to it this year because the last 2 anniversaries have sucked.   Two years ago Rob had the accident and last year we had no means of celebrating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been married for 8 years, together for 9 and in love for 10.  It still feels like the it was just yesterday we told each other how we felt.  He is the part of me that I was always missing.  I was thinking the other night that with all the bad things thats has happened in my life that I just wasn't lucky but then I realized that I'm married to the love of my life, my kids are just the most awesome kids ever, and I'm  finally back in touch with all my sisters.  How much more luck does one person need?.  I guess I needed to go through all that I did to make me see that the being lucky depends on whether you appreciate having what you need in your life and not just want you want.  To me that is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-583819549596658417?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/583819549596658417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=583819549596658417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/583819549596658417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/583819549596658417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-magellan-name-for-one-of-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-2056390194530919635</id><published>2009-07-02T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:11:38.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Urban Jungle.</title><content type='html'>We went to the animal shelter and and got 2 new kitties.  They are both orange tiger tabby.  I just can't think of names for the them.  I've always been able to pick out names for my cats, but this time they aren't coming to me.  oooo.´®ΩuyzzzzzzzzzzzB&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;V1BV ÏRD/T     the following message brought to you by "Magellan"  I finally came up with a name for one of our new kitties.   Now I just have to think of one more.  Oh and the reason behind Magellan is the fact that he just explores everything and very mischievous. It will suit him very much.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-2056390194530919635?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/2056390194530919635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=2056390194530919635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/2056390194530919635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/2056390194530919635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-urban-jungle.html' title='My Urban Jungle.'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-7131895079771543301</id><published>2009-06-27T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:31:36.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new new new</title><content type='html'>Well, we are finally back living in our own place again..thank god!!  Its been a long time coming and I can say that it was worth the wait but the wait was the worse.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is much better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally got a Macbook Pro and we absolutely LOVE IT!!!!!  It has awesome features that I just love and I haven't even really messed with it yet.  I do like the Garage Band program and so does my youngest son who is 14 now.  We also got a PS3 and its fabulous and of course the boys love it.  The X-box has nothing on it and we have one of those also.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still have our doggy Pepper.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a new ride too.  Its a 2006 Chrysler Pacifica.  It has awesome features and rides great and does good on gas too.  It has plenty of room for the all 5 of us and the dog.  Its great on trips too.  Last week Rob had to run down to Kentucky to get my sister Lori and bring her up her because we had an Aunt pass away and she needed to say her goodbyes too so Rob jumped in the car and 12 hours later was back with her in tow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still working at a major grocery chain and I love it.  I went through the training to become an Asst. Customer Service Manager and passed with flying colors. Now am I just waiting for my promotion to go through which hopefully will be soon because I've pretty much been doing the job for the last year or so.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure I will start posting more often now that I have the means too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-7131895079771543301?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/7131895079771543301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=7131895079771543301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/7131895079771543301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/7131895079771543301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-new-new.html' title='new new new'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-226965012760798482</id><published>2008-04-09T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:25:26.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally made it back....</title><content type='html'>well, here I am. I finally made it back to the blogging world.  It only took me about 20 minutes to figure out how to get logged in with the new google log in....I will say that after being offline and not on a computer since Aug of '07 one does lose the ability to remember on how to use this complicated piece of technological machinery.  Anyways,  there has been so many things happening since then I don't know where to begin.  So here goes nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Hubby and I's 6th anniversary he was in a car accident which totalled my car. Some 'idiot' and i say that as nicely as I can at this point decided he couldn't wait ten more seconds to turn left and hubby ended up hitting the front right side of the guys' pickup truck.  The impact flipped the truck on its side and the car went in and under the truck.  My hubby was injured to the point that 4 of the disks in his cervical spine were compressing on his spinal cord, which left him with loss of strength of 40% in all 4 of his limbs, numbness and constant tingling.  He ended up having to have surgery on his neck-front and back-which bone had to be removed along with 2 disks, and titanium plates and screws and bone grafts to stabilize his neck to the point that no more compressing of the spinal cord would take place.  The pain that he is in very unimaginable. He can no longer move his neck at all and reguires assistance when walking, bathing, eating, etc. It has been very hard to all take in and deal with but I will do whatever I have to care for him because he is my Husband and the Love of my Life. So for him I will be strong but I am not going to lie, somedays I cry on the inside.&lt;br /&gt; His neurosurgeon told us that without the surgery he would be paralyzed within 5 years.  Which of course scared me to death because who would want that for the one the loved so dearly. &lt;br /&gt;    After being home from the surgery he ended up the pneumonia and the incision from the surgery became infected and now he is back in the hospital.  They are going to give him IV antibiotics and if that doesn't work they may have to open him back up and clean everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I finally got out of the fast food business and I got a job at a local supermarket working in the office.  I very much like it a lot better.  Its a pretty easy job and I get paid a decent wage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than Hubby being hurt, everything was going pretty well.  I like to hope that things will get better down the road because they couln't get much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-226965012760798482?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/226965012760798482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=226965012760798482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/226965012760798482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/226965012760798482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-finally-made-it-back.html' title='I finally made it back....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-117347575829464502</id><published>2007-03-09T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:29:18.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a quiet moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;the faintest of glimmers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;silver, sparkling, a warm glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;ignited by a moment, rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tucked inside, the blind emotional soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;in fear of waging a lustful hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;captivating heart, to much a care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;an ember ignites, extinguishes another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-117347575829464502?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/117347575829464502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=117347575829464502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117347575829464502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117347575829464502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2007/03/quiet-moment.html' title='a quiet moment'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-117329938326407271</id><published>2007-03-07T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:29:43.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>circus, circus</title><content type='html'>Ella Fint wore a dark gray suit today, and&lt;br /&gt;what a drab color, indeed&lt;br /&gt;No hats, flashing lights or colorful beads.&lt;br /&gt;For the circus left town yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-117329938326407271?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/117329938326407271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=117329938326407271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117329938326407271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117329938326407271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2007/03/circus-circus.html' title='circus, circus'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-117286322823203214</id><published>2007-03-02T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:20:28.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and a few more....but funnier this time</title><content type='html'>here in this chair, I do sit&lt;br /&gt;fixing to have a fit,&lt;br /&gt;because of this guy, who's on the sly,&lt;br /&gt;because he doesn't need to know all my shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-117286322823203214?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/117286322823203214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=117286322823203214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117286322823203214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117286322823203214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-few-morebut-funnier-this-time.html' title='and a few more....but funnier this time'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-117286309031016486</id><published>2007-03-02T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:18:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a few words....</title><content type='html'>Shadows fall and shadows rise&lt;br /&gt;and cross our paths all thru our lives.&lt;br /&gt;they dance across our memories&lt;br /&gt;shades of rosy glass flash o'er the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;locks of fall brown flow round&lt;br /&gt;and caress her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Soft and smooth, as your sword upon her face.&lt;br /&gt;Its the chase of the thrill, the seek of the find,&lt;br /&gt;the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-117286309031016486?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/117286309031016486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=117286309031016486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117286309031016486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117286309031016486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2007/03/few-words.html' title='a few words....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-117151886924788790</id><published>2007-02-15T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:54:29.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-extras.com" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitters" src="http://www.free-extras.com/images/quotes/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Myspace Glitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/register.php?pbaffsite=40" target="__blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c98/pixelbee/links/photobucket.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 88px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 20px; HEIGHT: 31px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-extras.com" target="_self"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/mark41185/freestuff/myspacetag.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-117151886924788790?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/117151886924788790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=117151886924788790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117151886924788790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/117151886924788790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2007/02/myspace-glitters.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c98/pixelbee/links/th_photobucket.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116987004675376388</id><published>2007-01-26T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:54:06.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>I'm still here. I haven't really gone anywhere except the usual places within myself.  Slowly I am starting to lurk around the corner to see what else is out there......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116987004675376388?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116987004675376388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116987004675376388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116987004675376388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116987004675376388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116607264684683263</id><published>2006-12-14T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:04:06.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway to 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/starmouse1972/321897442/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/123/321897442_4f673ade87_t.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="katiespicsofun 076a" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;		&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/starmouse1972/321897442/"&gt;katiespicsofun 076a&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/starmouse1972/"&gt;starmouse1972&lt;/a&gt;.	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I snapped this picture myself with my new camera. Its a Sony Cybershot and I'm really liking it so far.  It has a lot of features it will take my years to learn, I'm sure.  Hubby got it last week by my powers of persuasive persuasion.  Whenever He and I would be out and about I would always see something.  I can't really describe what I would feel when I would see "it" but I would want to capture the moment but alas! I could not for no camera I had.  So what does he do? Last week he bought me a camera. And I very good camera at that.  So tonight I have already taken 100 pictures.  Lots of close ups of myself, and normal every day objects.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116607264684683263?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116607264684683263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116607264684683263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116607264684683263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116607264684683263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/12/halfway-to-35_14.html' title='Halfway to 35'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116605956380140283</id><published>2006-12-13T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:26:03.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm perfectly  normal..ha ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;The Six Katie Quiz&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Generic Katie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 48%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You don't have much fun in life, do you?  You're boring, predictable and jaded.  And possibly a little pedantic.  Lighten up, and quit being such a Generic Katie, you cynic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of this makes you just like regular ol' Katie.  So in her book, you're perfectly acceptable and normal.  Congratulations on achieving the coveted "Generic Katie" award!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Relationship Katie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 35%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Spiritual Katie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 34%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Paranoid Katie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 17%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Perpetual Youth Katie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 11%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;P--- Star Katie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 3%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/the_six_katie_quiz"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Six Katie Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116605956380140283?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116605956380140283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116605956380140283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116605956380140283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116605956380140283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-perfectly-normalha-ha.html' title='I&apos;m perfectly  normal..ha ha'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116605847760597750</id><published>2006-12-13T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:19:00.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And BORED it is!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What mental disorder do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Paranoia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 40%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are constantly thinking about what others may be saying about you behind your back.  You may also feel people have conspiracies against you, or they are out to get you.  In crowds you may feel like everybody is watching to closely.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Manic Depressive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 38%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 29%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 23%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 14%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_mental_disorder_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What mental disorder do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You Are 40% Strange!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 40%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are a bit strange, though still more normal than strange.  You definitely have some quirks, don't get me wrong.  But you aren't exactly freaking out old ladies on the street.  It's okay though, you've got a healthy mixture of strangeness and normality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_strange_are_you_1" style="color: blue;"&gt;How Strange Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116605847760597750?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116605847760597750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116605847760597750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116605847760597750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116605847760597750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-bored-it-is.html' title='And BORED it is!!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116605785562968808</id><published>2006-12-13T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:58:30.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who's board, bored, or boared?</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The Midland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 75%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 73%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 59%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 49%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 40%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 36%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 33%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 13%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116605785562968808?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116605785562968808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116605785562968808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116605785562968808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116605785562968808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/12/whos-board-bored-or-boared.html' title='who&apos;s board, bored, or boared?'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116605397466450852</id><published>2006-12-13T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:55:10.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another word from our sponsor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #c2cedb; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (60%) moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (43%) moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (73%) high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116605397466450852?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116605397466450852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116605397466450852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116605397466450852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116605397466450852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-word-from-our-sponsor.html' title='another word from our sponsor'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116599101011620209</id><published>2006-12-13T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:24:08.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>glimpse of memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3065/652/1600/873374/prom1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3065/652/320/54696/prom1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 16 years old, May 1989, first prom, great guy who i thought i was so totally in love with, and a "gag me with a spoon dress", (thanks mom) and if you look closely i believe i have the style of hair that some would say is a "Mullet for women" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I would share this high school memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116599101011620209?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116599101011620209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116599101011620209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116599101011620209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116599101011620209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/12/glimpse-of-memory-lane.html' title='glimpse of memory lane'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116527409025031513</id><published>2006-12-04T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:14:50.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Gravity"&lt;br /&gt; by Embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time running&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don't look down&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh the way that gravity turns for you and me&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pulls on everyone, on everyone&lt;br /&gt;Baby, It's been a long time waiting&lt;br /&gt;Such a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stop now&lt;br /&gt;And do you hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Ah can you hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help crying&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look down&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and I could see&lt;br /&gt;Oh the way that gravity turns on you and me&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked up at the sun and saw the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the way that gravity pulls on you and I, on you and I&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't help crying&lt;br /&gt;And I wont look down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116527409025031513?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116527409025031513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116527409025031513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116527409025031513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116527409025031513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/12/gravity-by-embrace-honey-its-been-long.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-116345757630715779</id><published>2006-11-13T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:39:36.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>1. What is your favorite office supply?   i like a somewhat fat and/or chunky pen with a grippy thing...and the ink seems to glide right across the paper..smooth&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your underwear?  black&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? Def Leppard Armageddon...on my launchcast station&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate?   3 chicken nuggets with sweet n sour sauce (work food)&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars?well hell yes..&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Green--my fav&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? the wind is a bit nipply and its overcast...&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? my older sister charlene, the red headed slushy&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I love her&lt;br /&gt;10. How old are you today? 34 &lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite alcoholic drink?  Yager bombs!!! bring me another &lt;br /&gt;12. Non-alcoholic ?  milk&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite sport to watch?  football&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever dyed your hair?  Yes and contemplating doing it again..damn grays&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you wear contacts or glasses? I wear both&lt;br /&gt;16. Pets? 2 cats, Draco and Falcor and a doggie Pepper&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite month? June&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite foods? There is just too many to name but I can eat the hell out of some froot loops&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the last movie you watched? The Chumscrubber, sounds weird but Very good&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite day of the year? any day I don't have to work&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you do to vent anger? clam up&lt;br /&gt;22. What was your favorite toy as a child?  hula hoop&lt;br /&gt;23. Fall or Spring?  Both&lt;br /&gt;24. Hugs or kisses?  Both&lt;br /&gt;25. Cherry or Blueberry?  Cherry&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you want your friends to email you back? Sure&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is most likely to respond? My Dad...he is the best&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is least  likely to respond? Chris...still learning is way around a comp&lt;br /&gt;29. Living arrangements?  Finally renting a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you cried?  Its been awhile&lt;br /&gt;31. What is on the floor of your closet? cd's, bags a summer clothes, papers, couple pair of shoes...&lt;br /&gt;32. Who is the friend you have had the longest? my hubby or my sister&lt;br /&gt;33. What did you do yesterday? Watched The Bengals fall apart in the 2nd half, took my kids to church, came home and then preceded to seduce my husband&lt;br /&gt;34. What inspires you? almost anything does&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you afraid of?  losing the person I love&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite pizza?  papa johns ham and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite Car?  1967 GTO&lt;br /&gt;38. Hobbies? writing in my journals, and coloring pictures, crotcheting, listening to music&lt;br /&gt;39. How many years at your current job? 2 years&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite day of the week? Fridays&lt;br /&gt;41. Where have you lived? Middletown, Trenton OH, Mayfield, Paducah KY, Marietta, OH,&lt;br /&gt; 42. Greatest event that ever happened to you? getting married to my well-endowed 2nd husband&lt;br /&gt;43. The most embarassing moment you've ever had happen to you? Singing Pour Some Sugar On Me karoake style, and I wasn't even drunk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-116345757630715779?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/116345757630715779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=116345757630715779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116345757630715779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/116345757630715779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/11/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115619839173627625</id><published>2006-08-21T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:13:11.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Have to say....</title><content type='html'>For one I have to say that the Hinder CD "&lt;em&gt;Extreme Behavior"&lt;/em&gt; is excellent!!!!  A friend of mine gave me a copy of it a couple of months back and I never listened to it until yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got the great experience of talking with my hubby's brother-in-law.  Now I know why he avoids talking with them.  They just go on and on.  So I'm never going to "nag" him about talking with his sister when she calls long distance from Tennessee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I pissed off my ex when I put too dark of make-up on my 14 year old daughter.  She is autistic and a different kind of teenager.   She still hangs on to what most people would think would be childish for a 14 year old girl.  But there are ways she wants to be more of a girl than what he thinks she should be.  I told him that she looked good with it and I liked it and therefore it didn't matter because I am also her parent.  So he made it a point to tell me that "she is going to wash that off tonight when she gets home".   I said to him, "well she should wash her face before she goes to bed". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About last night...all I can say is mind-blowing, sensational, over the top, whole new threshold, satisfying(better than a snickers for sure), unbelievable, incredible, can't wait until it happens again sex!!@!!!!!@@#!!!@##!#!@!@!@!@@$@#!@~~~!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115619839173627625?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115619839173627625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115619839173627625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115619839173627625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115619839173627625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-have-to-say.html' title='Just Have to say....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115611031398295382</id><published>2006-08-20T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:45:14.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, midnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep slumbers while,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamest not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The escape to unreality is, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soothingly haunting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creativeness creeping around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside, waiting until the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring beyond my confines, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the softest; warm celestial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stars of a personal heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glowing brightly, pale white.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;burning, exploding from within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relighting embers upon the dusk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, midnight reawakens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep slumbers while, I dreamest not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115611031398295382?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115611031398295382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115611031398295382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115611031398295382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115611031398295382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-in-night.html' title='Once in a Night'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115598565273880567</id><published>2006-08-19T06:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T07:07:32.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumors...</title><content type='html'>What is the point of rumors?  I'd really like to know.  Because I found at yesterday from someone the I've been messing around with this guy at work.   The funny things is I never worked with the guy.  He only works during the summer and I only saw him a few times in passing...him coming in and me going out and not to mention, I never liked him in that way...just friends, mere acquaintences really.   I have a good feeling I know who started it.  Not for sure just a feeling, womens intuition.  But I figure if someone needs to say something bad about somebody else to make themselves feel better then they are the ones with the real problem.  Because I know the truth and thats all the matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115598565273880567?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115598565273880567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115598565273880567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115598565273880567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115598565273880567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/08/rumors.html' title='Rumors...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115560268773831036</id><published>2006-08-14T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:08:22.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last....</title><content type='html'>Saturday. 12th day of August. Late morning. Sun shining. Bluest skies as far as one can see. A perfect day if I do say so. At least where I am it was. We finally made it up to my sister Julie's home. She looked very good. We spent most of the day sitting outside in the shade and catching up. It was very enjoyable. After dinnertime we (me &amp; hubby, Julie &amp;amp; her hubby) went inside to play some poker. For actual money we did. I ended up being the big winner of $32.75. Yes, it was beginner's luck because more than half the time I didn't really know what I had, I just had fun making bets or folding. I did win all my hubby's chips. I think that was the best part about playing. Because he is the card player not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much spent yesterday hanging around the house. We did do the weekly shopping that we had to do and that was it. It was a lazy uneventful day to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was back to the grind of working. Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115560268773831036?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115560268773831036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115560268773831036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115560268773831036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115560268773831036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-last.html' title='At Last....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115518470813399235</id><published>2006-08-10T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:26:16.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Insatiable. Curiously Heightened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Missed, the A wayward pursuit,  a wayward realm not pursued in an instance, moment of time, slipped into the past undisturbed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115518470813399235?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115518470813399235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115518470813399235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115518470813399235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115518470813399235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/08/insatiable.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115516780137594050</id><published>2006-08-09T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:34:48.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time consuming stupidity</title><content type='html'>Its the end of the 3 day work week. Today was long and overdrawn it seemed. It was because I only got 2 hours of sleep before I had to get up and get ready for work. You could say its mine own fault and in a way it is but it also the fact that I don't like being alone. Well, who does?. Especially at night when the shadows are long and the noise the generally occur throughout the day are overally echoed through your mind which makes them seem that much more. And being a somewhat logical person I know what they are but still.....I don't like being alone. You get so used to having that someone there beside you knowing that they will protect you with all their power and might and when its gone from the night, the echoes sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115516780137594050?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115516780137594050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115516780137594050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115516780137594050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115516780137594050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-consuming-stupidity.html' title='time consuming stupidity'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115419984472342711</id><published>2006-07-29T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:04:04.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7-28-06</title><content type='html'>This is the day it happened. This is one of the day from a multitude of days that I will remember.  I finally got to talk to my baby sister Julie after a 5 year silence, not on purpose.  She got remarried and moved up north. Hubby and I got married and moved somewhat south of the ohio river.  So we ended losing touch with each other.  So I got her mom's number and called her and got Julie's number and I called her yesterday.  Well she called my back and we talked for about an hour or so.  We made plans to go up and see her in 2 weeks.  I wish it was sooner but we both have busy schedules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115419984472342711?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115419984472342711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115419984472342711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115419984472342711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115419984472342711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/07/7-28-06.html' title='7-28-06'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115382143429035711</id><published>2006-07-25T05:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T05:57:14.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the grind...</title><content type='html'>Today is my first day back to work after my 2 week vacation.   It shall be interesting to see what changes have occurred since I've been gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her husband has been in Florida this past week.  She called me on Sunday saying that she was going to put our dad on a bus to come back to Ohio.   I told her that Dad cannot ride a bus home.  It would've taken a day and a half and there was no way he would've made it.  The man cannot read.  I told her before she left to not take him.   He would become a pain in the ass and I was right per her phone call.  When she gets back im so telling her I told ya so. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115382143429035711?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115382143429035711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115382143429035711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115382143429035711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115382143429035711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-grind.html' title='back to the grind...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115142187956774468</id><published>2006-06-27T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:24:39.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year gone by...</title><content type='html'>WEll, its official, I am now another year older.  34 to be exact.  I was smart too and took the day off from work.  I don't think anyone should work on their birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told him a "pussycat dolls" cd, a vacuum cleaner, and a bed for us to sleep on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did have some fun at home over the weekend.  Saturday the electricity went out in the house except for the master bedroom and bathroom.  I called the electric company Sunday morning they were here within an hour of the call. Needless to say I was a little shocked(no pun) at that.  They thought it was the transformer out front but it wasn't.  There was a problem with the line coming from the transformer to our meter.  They(elec.co) wanted $500 an hour to fix it.  Hubby was like NO WAY! we just rent this place.  Couldn't get ahold of the maintenance man all day Sunday.  Finally got ahold of the landlord on Monday morning and he had somebody out here to fix it by 9am.  So when I got home from work on Monday afternoon it was all back up and running.  Which was nice because then I could take a hot shower and not a cold one..brrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115142187956774468?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115142187956774468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115142187956774468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115142187956774468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115142187956774468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-year-gone-by.html' title='Another year gone by...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115061020774305186</id><published>2006-06-18T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:05:19.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight..things that happen</title><content type='html'>The way he made me feel was.......effortlessly floating on a cloud of the softest kind, feeling the warm, with a slight of cool, breeze upon thy cheeks....just amazingly at the awesomeest kind.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115061020774305186?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115061020774305186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115061020774305186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115061020774305186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115061020774305186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/06/tonightthings-that-happen.html' title='tonight..things that happen'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-115037808969106905</id><published>2006-06-15T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:28:09.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have actually been going really well.  Hubby and I are finally getting to where we need to be.  We are starting to get our life back.  We are getting back to us and its great!  Although he is working alot and we don't get alot of time to spend with each when we do we make it count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving my new hours at work.  It did take some adjusting at getting up at the butt crack of dawn and realizing that I can't stay up all night.  But I am enjoying opening up the store and getting off in the afternoon.  WEll I have to get my rear in gear have mucho errands to run before work...YEah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-115037808969106905?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/115037808969106905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=115037808969106905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115037808969106905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/115037808969106905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-have-actually-been-going-really.html' title=''/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114916003311982547</id><published>2006-06-01T06:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T07:07:13.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for the most part its been a good month....</title><content type='html'>Yep this past month has been actually pretty decent.  I got my schedule changed at work. I no longer work nights.  Now I just have to get used to getting up at the butt crack of dawn but it is nice to be home by 4 or 5 in the evening though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been living at the new place for a little over a month now and its great.  Its nice to have a place of our own again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 2 kittens from my sister.  We named them Draco and Falcor and they're some crazy cats.  They are starting to learn that they can't jump on the counters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations go out to Rob and Kelly for the birth of their son.  Being a parent can be hectic but for the most part its great fun and it just gets better as they get older.  Good Luck you two on shaping and molding a young mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday it my baby sister Julie.  We Love and miss you lots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114916003311982547?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114916003311982547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114916003311982547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114916003311982547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114916003311982547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-most-part-its-been-good-month.html' title='for the most part its been a good month....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114555302013009399</id><published>2006-04-20T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:10:20.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep its that time of the year again all freakin day!  So light up, partake and pass it around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby started is new job yesterday.  Lets just say it starts with an A and ends in a K steel co.   He did come up to work last night to see me.  I was so happy to see him.  For now we are only going to be able to see each other at night when I get home from work.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say but what if your already fonder then you just end up missing each other like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that this driving your self everywhere is for the birds.  I don't really care to drive but I know I have too.  The grand prix is on its last wheel so to speak.  Hubby wants it to make it another month and then we will be able to get me a better car.   But the GP did have a good run though considering we got it for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114555302013009399?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114555302013009399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114555302013009399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114555302013009399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114555302013009399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114522132568350834</id><published>2006-04-16T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:02:05.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a couple more weeks......</title><content type='html'>of living in this house.  We are finally able to going to be able to move aout and get our own place.  I'm exicited!  We need to be living by ourselves and living like we like to live.  Hubby got hired on at the local steel mill at 20 bucks a freakin' hour! Can we say "fuckin right"?.  Its about time some luck fell our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what has to feel absolutely amazing is?  Being able to make a living at doing something that you love doing and by doing it you get adrenaline pumping adrenaline gushing rushes?   Snowboarders, surfboarders, skateboarders, rollerboarders, and so on and so forth, as the such, nonetheless wouldn't that be fuckin amazing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114522132568350834?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114522132568350834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114522132568350834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114522132568350834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114522132568350834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/04/only-couple-more-weeks.html' title='Only a couple more weeks......'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114394719750297075</id><published>2006-04-01T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:06:37.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a coke and a smile...</title><content type='html'>If having a coke would make you smile and then I'll buy a whole round for everybody I know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"went to a party last saturday night, it ain't no Big thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got love in your sights Watch out, love bites When you make love, do you look in the mirror? Who do you think of, does he look like me? Do you tell lies and say that it's forever? Do you think twice, or just touch 'n' see? Oooh babe When you're alone, do you let go? Are you wild 'n' willin' or is it just for show? Ooh c'mon I don't wanna touch you too much baby Cause making love to you might drive me crazy I know you think that love is the way you make it So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it No Love bites, love bleeds It's bringin' me to my knees Love lives, love dies It's no surprise Love begs, love pleads It's what I need When I'm with you, are you somewhere else? Am I gettin' thru or do you please yourself? When you wake up, will you walk out? It can't be love if you throw it about I don't wanna touch you too much baby 'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy Love bites, love bleeds It's bringin' me to my knees Love lives, love dies It's no surprise Love begs, love pleads It's what I need I don't wanna touch you too much baby 'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy I know you think that love is the way you make it So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it No Love bites, love bleeds It's bringin' me to my knees Love lives, love dies Love bites, love bleeds It's bringin' me to my knees Love lives, love dies It's no surprise Love begs, love pleads It's what I need If you've got love in your sights Watch out, love bites (bloody hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;defleppard love bites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114394719750297075?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114394719750297075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114394719750297075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114394719750297075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114394719750297075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/04/have-coke-and-smile.html' title='Have a coke and a smile...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114227725525536915</id><published>2006-03-13T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:14:15.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend came, weekend went</title><content type='html'>I had a very good weekend.  Saturday evening went to a "fun" party with a few friends and when that was over the guys came over and we started drinking.  After awhile we thought it would be a good idea to go get on the trampoline and jump around.  It was fun and nobody hurled.   Since we did that and burned off the alcohol we had to drink some more.  Some of us did toke a little.   The lesson i learned about me and trampolines...YEah TOO OLD FOR THAT SHIT!!!!!  Granted it was fun but my sore achy body didn't think so.  So that is on the list to never do again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening my hubby helped to have an realization, actually it was his but I like it so its mine now, anyhoo......here it is...."The Core of a Man's Essence resides in his penis."   ITs so very true.....if his dick his happy so is the rest of him which in turn he will do what he can to keep his woman happy, which if she is happy, than the dick will be happy.  Its a cycle it all comes back around....its like that old saying which came first the chicken or the egg. Yeah I know I'm not making much sense but if you were in my mind it definitely would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote of the day....."Sex is Great, Sex is Fine...so many men, so little time!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114227725525536915?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114227725525536915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114227725525536915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114227725525536915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114227725525536915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-came-weekend-went.html' title='weekend came, weekend went'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114180324198966073</id><published>2006-03-08T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:34:02.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some everyday goings on......thats all</title><content type='html'>Last monday eve I went linedancing with "D".   I surprised myself and actually had a lot more fun than I thought I would.  The drinking that I did probably had something to do with it I'm sure.  And did you all know that line dancing isn't just for country music?  Yeah me neither until last monday eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took roomie "E" to see a urologists today.  He drove there but I drove back.  I'm pretty sure he was a little nervous being in the passenger seat since he usually drives everywhere.  Men just like to be in control of the vehicle.  Proven fact.  However, I drove back because he took his "make your balls feel better pill".   His balls had been in some pain for awhile so I guess he decided it was time to see the doc.  He went to one referred him to another and he get medicine now he get better.  So anyways, he was worried that he would be able to drive back by himself because of the nature of the doc visit and the medicine currently prescribed.."make your balls feel better pill".   It was jolly good phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E did surprise me after work though.  He had coffee ready for me to drink as soon as I walked in the door.  It was such a wonderful gesture.  Then a little while later he told there was $20 service fee the coffee making. I told him I owed him one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im sitting here realizing that I need some more coffee and something to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114180324198966073?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114180324198966073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114180324198966073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114180324198966073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114180324198966073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-everyday-goings-onthats-all.html' title='some everyday goings on......thats all'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114174847662307250</id><published>2006-03-07T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:12:58.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stranger things have happened....</title><content type='html'>The weekend of the 24th of last month hubby and I made a quick weekend trip to Kentucky. We went to see my eldest sister Lori and our very great friend Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is so messed up in the head it isn't funny. She has herself addicted to pills. Pretty much anything she can get her hands on. She doesn't even realize she is ruining her and her kids' life and there is absolutely no talking to her to get her to see what she is doing. She has the attitude that she doesn't care. She kept saying it.."I don't care". You could tell that she really didn't either. I know there isn't anything that anybody can do for her until she realizes that she has a problem and is ready to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Paducah and both of us got our new tattoos. Hubby got a band thingy around his left arm and I got a design on my left ankle. Love it. Can't wait to get another one. When we take pictures I'll post them. After we got our tats we went to Philly's and hung out, drank a little, toked a little had a BLAST!!! It was so awesome to see her and Judah. I couldn't believe he is 3 now.   He seemed to be a smart little boy and one that has no fear.  He loved climbing up onto stuff.  She even told us that he made toast one day and after the toast was done he put a CD in the toaster and melted it......and I absolutely enjoyed seeing him.  I miss taking care of a little one, so when Phylly had him and then at some poing kind of moved in with hubby and I got to take care of and helped raise him for a period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Philly.....you hang in there girl.  You have strength inside of you of unbelievable portions.  We are going to start making it a point to get over and see you more often.  If you ever need anything, let us know, we will try and do what we can.  Luv you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114174847662307250?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114174847662307250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114174847662307250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114174847662307250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114174847662307250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/03/stranger-things-have-happened.html' title='stranger things have happened....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114107997593194340</id><published>2006-02-27T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:39:35.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funkie 4-way Stop</title><content type='html'>I think I felt a brain cell die today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking a great ride in the hay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiggled, jerked, and writhed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a faint hummin' in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights back on, nobody home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114107997593194340?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114107997593194340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114107997593194340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114107997593194340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114107997593194340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/02/funkie-4-way-stop.html' title='Funkie 4-way Stop'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114072366215648763</id><published>2006-02-23T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:24:37.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chain letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ooo! Oooh! Ooooh!!&lt;/em&gt; Pick me! Pick me!........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went, gone and done it. I got tagged to answer some pretty deep and probing questions into one's psyche. Somebody could actually learn alot about somebody by trying to answer these deep and probing questions that try to devulge about one's psyche. Its a pretty amazing thing that reading words you could learn something......(i walk off stage while audience is left with even more deep and probing questions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Black and White or Color; how do you prefer your movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either or i like movies, i enjoy my movies...some are good in black and other colors.....its a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: What is the one single subject that bores you to near-death? anything having to do with the fixing, repairing, upgrading of computers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: MP3s, CDs, Tapes or Records: what is your favorite medium for prerecorded music? they are all the same difference to me, as long as I can listen to music I don't care where it comes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: You are handed one first class trip plane ticket to anywhere in the world and ten million dollars cash. All of this is yours provided that you leave and not tell anyone where you are going … Ever. This includes family, friends, everyone. Would you take the money and ticket and run? I had to think about this one before I answered.....................no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Seriously, what do you consider the world’s most pressing issue now? I need new socks...BAD!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: How would you rectify the world’s most pressing issue? buy some stock in socks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: You are given the chance to go back and change one thing in your life; what would that be? but would changing that one thing change everything else about ones life or just the one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: You are given the chance to go back and change one event in world history, what would that&lt;br /&gt;be? the above answer applies to this too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: A night at the opera, or a night at the Grand Ole’ Opry –Which do you choose? neither, I'd rather stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: What is the one great unsolved crime of all time you’d like to solve? the case of the dryer ate my socks, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: One famous author can come to dinner with you. Who would that be, and what would you serve for the meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: You discover that John Lennon was right, that there is no hell below us, and above us there is only sky — what’s the first immoral thing you might do to celebrate this fact? I've done alot of "immoral" things but if I had to pick one thing I guess it would be get freaky with a friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now at this time I guess I'm supposed to pick 4 people to tag....I will, eventually&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114072366215648763?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114072366215648763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114072366215648763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114072366215648763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114072366215648763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/02/chain-letter.html' title='chain letter'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-114060283662491141</id><published>2006-02-22T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:44:40.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some things have changed.....</title><content type='html'>Well, I've decided to not do the management thing...at least not right now. I like having to only work 4 days a week with weekends off. I work my 38 hours and I'm done for the week. I don't want my schedule to be all scattered brained......so, therefore in the best interest of myself I'm not gonna do it. So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go into work today a little giggly. I was being all sorts of silly. Silly sorts of all silliness. I told Matt that if you had diarhhea you could eat some cheese and it would bind you right up. He said "Katie's fun fact of the day brought to you by Kraft." Well, this made me extremely giggly and everyone was looking at me funny. Chris didn't figure out what was up with me until I pursed my lips and blew in real hard. Duh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are definitely going to Kentucky this weekend. We decided it would be a good time to get new tatoos. Now I just have to figure out what and where I want it. Not an easy process, I'll tell ya. Also, hopefully we will get to hook-up with The Phyllis and get trashed. Oh, jolly good fun it shall we and we will tarry there for a moment. Probably, a thousands of moment all stacked on top of each other. Good Fun, Jolly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-114060283662491141?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/114060283662491141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=114060283662491141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114060283662491141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/114060283662491141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-things-have-changed.html' title='some things have changed.....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113938661991531531</id><published>2006-02-08T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T03:16:59.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging in and doing alright</title><content type='html'>Well, hubby finally got the computer back up and somewhat running.  It still needs a new hard drive but for now its working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The District Manager is going to be talking with me in the next week or two about moving up into management.  I've been discussing it with a few people to try and find out the ups and downs with it and I've realized that its really no different than what I do now.  There is definitely a lot more responsibility with it but Im up to the challenge.  Its time that I moved up in the workforce.  When I was working for Steak n Shake I wanted to move up there but the management there moved really, really slowly.  The biggest thing that I was concerned with by moving up was if it would change the way I feel about my job.  I know I won't be staying at the same store I am now  but if a spot opens up there I could move back to it.  etc........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time at the superbowl the roomies held at the house.  Me and 3 other girls and 3 of the guys took a quick trip up to the local Hustler store.  It was definitely fun.  "J" and I discussed some of the things we liked sexually.  It was interesting that we shared some of the interests.  OH,  "J" is a girl.  LOL  Tonight at work I found out that "J's" boyfriend thought her  and I were flirting with each other.  I was a little bit but thats just my nature and we were also having a very good time at the party and all the drinking we were doing didn't hurt either.  But I didn't drink enough to where I got totally off my ass drunk couldn't make it in to work the next day like I have before.  After everybody left when hubby and I finally made it upstairs to go to bed, we did have some awesome sex!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113938661991531531?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113938661991531531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113938661991531531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113938661991531531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113938661991531531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/02/hanging-in-and-doing-alright.html' title='hanging in and doing alright'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113881944141703319</id><published>2006-02-01T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:44:01.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lots to say and no time to say it....</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in awhile because our computer is brokedown.   Hubby replaced the motherboard and cpu but now he can't get the hard drive to low level format and get windows back on  it.  He thinks the old motherboard just fried it.  So now we have to replace the hard drive, again.  It really sucks because I can't get online as much as I would like and do the things I like to do on the computer.  Right now, I'm on my roommates computer and it took me 15 minutes to get thing to get connected to the internet.   You know the funny thing is when my hubby tells me whats wrong with the computer or what he is doing to to it this is what I hear........"blah, blah, blah, motherboard, blah, blah, blah, hard drive, blah, blah, blah, you broke it.!"   But this time folks, really I didn't break it.  I will admit I do seem to wear the mice out.  I play several games I do alot of clicking.  Its funny really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, work is going alright.  Having fun at like usual. I can't help myself, I like my job and the people I work with and to tell the truth, its waaaaaaaay easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did have some fun last week though. Hubby and I and another couple played adult monopoly.  It was a riot especially when 2 of the people(yep, the women) are drinking, and drinking.  I will say I didn't drink too much to get myself totally sloshed and unable to get to work the next day. Which has happened before but it was a yucky experience and I won't do it again. Yeah, I know I say that now but I'm sure that I will being the woman that I am.  But if it does, hubby will take care of me because he is great like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday hubby and i acquired another vehicle.  My dad knew this guy that was selling his distribution business so he had to get some things he had stored at the warehouse out by Sunday and what do you know, he had a car in there.   So Dad emailed me about, I called the guy and we go it.  Free of charge.  All we had to do so far is put a battery in it.  Hubby took ours from the other vehicle and put it in the "new" car and it started right up.  Its a stick shift so I can't drive it.  Hubby drove it too work last night and he said he needed to grease the doo-eys around the gear shift. I can't remember what he called them.  Anyways, it runs.  So now we have 2 vehicles, both we have managed to get free of charge.   We are very lucky people and very thankful for the people we know...Thanks Dad for getting around and knowing so many darn people.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to take a shower and get ready for work..........Be good or be Good at it which floats your boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some good advice to all the woman out there that have a special man in their lives.....don't let the poor thing get  blue balls.....LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113881944141703319?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113881944141703319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113881944141703319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113881944141703319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113881944141703319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/02/lots-to-say-and-no-time-to-say-it.html' title='lots to say and no time to say it....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113780374392475770</id><published>2006-01-20T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:43:34.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dynamics of Fun</title><content type='html'>In the house in which I live we all have a motto, creed, rule...that whatever happens in the basement stays in the basement. A place where anything and everything goes. I mean ANYTHING!!! And anything has definitely happened. Only if I could tell you what has transpired but oh that rule. I can't do it. I can't betray the rule...but the following of which I am about to write should clue you in...hehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....the softness of milky white skin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   a kiss, full of a lovers warmth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  a wanting, a yearning, a desire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Able to touch, caress a forbidden place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  wet and swollen with a new passion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  to bring forth pleasure where its never been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113780374392475770?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113780374392475770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113780374392475770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113780374392475770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113780374392475770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/01/dynamics-of-fun.html' title='The Dynamics of Fun'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113719866196573454</id><published>2006-01-13T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:31:02.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th has been good to me.....knock, knock</title><content type='html'>Yeah, knock knock...erring on the side of caution...anyways...got up this afternoon, felt like crap since I drank too much last night...when will I ever learn(slaps self on forehead).   Got dressed, got to the bank.  Stopped at P's house, smoked a fatty, she gave me some of her skinny clothes, and a few stripper outfits(those are strickly for hubbies eyes only).  We had some laughs.  It was good fun.  P is alright in my book for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113719866196573454?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113719866196573454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113719866196573454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113719866196573454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113719866196573454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-13th-has-been-good-to-meknock.html' title='Friday the 13th has been good to me.....knock, knock'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113691895848900145</id><published>2006-01-10T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:49:18.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A good start.....so far...</title><content type='html'>So far, so good.  The new year has been good except for the fact that my kids gave me their cold.  I haven't had a cold in a long while and its kicking my butt.  I do feel better today than I did yesterday. Thank Goodness for medicine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good christmas with the kids.  We were able to get them a few things and they enjoyed it.  I did get the week off of work which was nice but I was ready to go back come monday.  I feel lucky that I actually enjoy my job and its not hard at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby starts a new job tomorrow.  Its alot more hours but he gets every weekend off, guaranteed.  Its more money too which is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been able to chat with my eldest sister, Lori, online.  She is doing ok, not great, ok.  She wants us to come down but we can't get down there until Spring at least.  We want to be able to rent a truck or something so we can get the things that we left down there when we moved back to Ohio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113691895848900145?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113691895848900145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113691895848900145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113691895848900145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113691895848900145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-startso-far.html' title='A good start.....so far...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113537568433867966</id><published>2005-12-23T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:08:04.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm Addicted......HELP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Cupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/cupid.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total romantic, you're always crushing on a new reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: You've caused so much drama, all the reindeers aren't speaking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: You have a knack for playing matchmaker. You even hooked Rudolph up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113537568433867966?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113537568433867966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113537568433867966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537568433867966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537568433867966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-im-addictedhelp.html' title='I think I&apos;m Addicted......HELP!!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113537554661542099</id><published>2005-12-23T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:05:46.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Overboard, I know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEA7B6" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 43% Pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not one to kiss and tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But word is, you kiss pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113537554661542099?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113537554661542099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113537554661542099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537554661542099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537554661542099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-overboard-i-know.html' title='Going Overboard, I know!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113537540901759262</id><published>2005-12-23T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:03:29.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is so RIGHT ON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/feel-good-inc.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176.467947987&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;Feel Good Inc&lt;/a&gt; by Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love forever love is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn forever you and me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, you were loving life and feeling no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/"&gt;What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113537540901759262?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113537540901759262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113537540901759262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537540901759262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537540901759262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-one-is-so-right-on.html' title='This one is so RIGHT ON!!!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113537516770011572</id><published>2005-12-23T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:59:27.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half and Half!  a good combination..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113537516770011572?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113537516770011572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113537516770011572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537516770011572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537516770011572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/half-and-half-good-combination.html' title='Half and Half!  a good combination..'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113537504628319156</id><published>2005-12-23T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:57:26.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super hero Genius that I am!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#31E4FF" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Superhero Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94F1FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superhero Name is The Tiger Elf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superpower is Solar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness is Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weapon is Your Fire Armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mode of Transportation is Teleporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113537504628319156?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113537504628319156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113537504628319156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537504628319156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113537504628319156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-hero-genius-that-i-am.html' title='Super hero Genius that I am!!!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113504080434596575</id><published>2005-12-19T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:06:44.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps a slight peek into a woman's sexuality...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.....this evening I was sitting here crocheting, listening to the tv, and listening to the radio.  Yes, a woman can multi-task.  But only when she wants to and especially when its with things she likes to do.  HAHA!  Anyways, back to the point on hand........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about my age, 33, and my sexuality.  Well, let me take you back to when this thinking actually started.  The other day the hubby and I are riding to work and I was remembering what he did to me the previous night.  Lets just say, the man has a tongue and knows how to use it.  It just gets better and better and better.  I mentioned to my hubby that I was thinking about it and it was making me horny.  To which his comment is, "You always get amorous  when we are on our way to work."  I don't know why this is, it just happens. It kind of sucks because I then have to wait like 10 hours before I(him) can do anything about it.  It can be a good thing, this waiting, because the anticipation heightens it..at least for me it does.  Anyways, he then precedes to tell me that if I am at home, alone, and I get all worked up then I should close the door and do something about it.  I don't usually because I rather he did it.  He is SO good at it and he makes it feel SO great!  I just look at this man and he still makes me weak in the knees and my heart go THUMP! THUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am sitting here, he is at work but just wait til he comes home.  We are going to go at like I don't know what but you can just use your own imagination, go ahead, I dare ya!  Because when it comes to spicing up a bedroom an imagination is a terrible thing to waste, unless your better half is wasted and then I say "take advantage" you'll never know what ya get. Just keep an open mind.  It has worked wonders for me.  Alot of my friends are always asking me how I am so happy all the time and have  so much energy.  I have just one letter for them---the Big "O"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113504080434596575?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113504080434596575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113504080434596575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113504080434596575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113504080434596575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/perhaps-slight-peek-into-womans.html' title='Perhaps a slight peek into a woman&apos;s sexuality...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113475774480392939</id><published>2005-12-16T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:29:04.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy roads and me do not mix...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on my day off, I took hubby to work so I could keep our one and only car.  I was picking up the kiddos at 4 and keeping them until 8.  The kids and I went to Wendy's to eat--for free. They wanted to eat there anyways so it worked out well.  We came back home and my 11 yr old immediately started playing the PS2.  What can I say?! He loves it.  He is also the one that asks me the strangest questions for an 11 yr old.   His strangest to date is.."what happens when you shave your wee wee?"  I have no clue where he comes up with this stuff and what the hell do you say?  I'm at a loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took them home I made the mistake(a big one) of stopping at wally world for coffee.  I went picked up 5 things and stood in line for a half an hour.  They had 4 lanes open and they were each at least 15 deep. It was outrageous for this time of year. Obviously, they aren't thinking about there customers.  My next stop was Krogers for food stuffs.  I got back home around 9:30ish and by 10 we had an inch or two of snow on the ground. It covered everything and made the roads slick as snot. Nice terminology huh?!  Give a big ol' thanks to the Dad for that one.  Anyways, I left at 11 to pick up hubby from work.  It took me 30 minutes to get to Wendy's which is less than 10 away.   I fishtailed a few times but kept it under control.  There was a semi stuck on a curvy hill and they weren't letting anybody through but I followed a guy in a jeep and went through it anyways.  I finally made it to Wendy's, got inside and preceded to have the nerve wracking drive catch up to me.  I was shaking and my jaw was going 90 miles an hour.  I know, I clocked it....LOL   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more coffee now.......Have peace or get a piece whichever floats your bobber!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113475774480392939?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113475774480392939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113475774480392939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113475774480392939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113475774480392939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/icy-roads-and-me-do-not-mix.html' title='Icy roads and me do not mix...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113450023451957394</id><published>2005-12-13T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:57:14.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its freakin' cold!</title><content type='html'>We got a taste of winter last thursday.  About 3 inches of snow fell in a couple of hours.  It wasn't all bad, we closed work an hour early.  When hubby and i travelled to Indiana for his mother's burial the roads were pretty clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to meet his 2 brothers and 2 sisters.  They seem like ok people to me.  Him and his brothers pretty much have the same type sense of humor which i gathered they got from their mother.  I think they all are going to try and stay in a little more touch with each other.  I also think that no matter how dysfunctional you think your family is you still need each other especially after such a deep loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the joy of working over 13 hours at work yesterday. I will probably only end up with an hour of overtime but Hey! any overtime I can get I will take. Definitely!  OH What fun I had!!!  Business was slow but somewhat steady.   I have decided to save my 30 hour paid vacation until sometime next year and just take off the week of x-mas when I get my kids.  I will work a couple of opens so my check isn't so small.  Just a couple because I am SOOOOO not a morning person.  I can get up early if I have to but if I don't, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"I like the nightlife, I like to boogie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful, Creed----music playing in the background on my launchcast plus station on yahoo.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113450023451957394?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113450023451957394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113450023451957394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113450023451957394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113450023451957394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-freakin-cold.html' title='Its freakin&apos; cold!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113389640516832469</id><published>2005-12-06T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:56:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some sad news....</title><content type='html'>My husband mother died friday morning on the 2nd. She had been sick for awhile and she held on for as long as she could. The services are this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned a 30 hours paid vacation from work this year. I'm not really sure when I'm going to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sons' 11th birthday is Saturday. He told me he wants Football Statues, whatever that is. I figured I would just get him something, anything to do with football and he will be happy. The boy loves football. He could sit in front of the tv all weekend either watching or playing it on the ps2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished crocheting the hat, booties and afghan for the girl at work. I will post a picture so ya all can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from my sister Lori in over a month. Not really sure what is going on with her but I hope she gets her shit together for her children's sake. She has 5 between 18 and 1 years old. I love her but some things she has to do for herself. Just like everybody else does...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113389640516832469?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113389640516832469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113389640516832469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113389640516832469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113389640516832469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-sad-news.html' title='some sad news....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113325265363236730</id><published>2005-11-29T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T03:24:13.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the verge on saying something....</title><content type='html'>I'm just sitting here just trying to think of something to say.  And for some odd reason, I can't seem to really get a thought to stay in my head.  It kind of feels like I've lost touch with my inner being.  My creative, deep thought thinking side.  The more i think about it, it must have taken a sabbactical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex between hubby and i has been A-MA-Z-ING!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113325265363236730?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113325265363236730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113325265363236730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113325265363236730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113325265363236730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-verge-on-saying-something.html' title='on the verge on saying something....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113285272426195567</id><published>2005-11-24T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T12:18:44.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas is almost here.....again</title><content type='html'>Happy Turkey Day!!!  I hope everyone stuffs themselves silly.  Good Eats Everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113285272426195567?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113285272426195567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113285272426195567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113285272426195567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113285272426195567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-is-almost-hereagain.html' title='christmas is almost here.....again'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113181470083147942</id><published>2005-11-12T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T11:58:20.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all set up in our new digs...</title><content type='html'>Well, we've been living in our new room for a week now and its been great so far.  We don't have that long  drive to and from work anymore.  After the first night we worked and came home,  we arrived home at 12:22 am instead of the 1 or 1:30 it would've been if we didn't move. It was excellent.  The kids arrived yesterday for their first weekend visit here and they seem to like it a lot better.  I know I do.   The house is warmer, there is carpet and tile on the floor, and I don't see a 2x4 anywhere. We can actually take showers and the house doesn't smell like my fathers snuff...eeck!  I also made a deal with my sister that she checks on him one week and I the other.  That way he doesn't stress just one of us out all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113181470083147942?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113181470083147942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113181470083147942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113181470083147942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113181470083147942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-set-up-in-our-new-digs.html' title='all set up in our new digs...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113100633386838845</id><published>2005-11-03T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:25:33.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the move.......</title><content type='html'>2 days and a wake-up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all thats left until rob and I will finally be moved outta my dads house.  We are both looking very much forward to this.  The one thing we can't wait to do after we move is take freakin' shower.   My dads house doesn't have one.  We have a tub and a faucet and thats it . There is a shower head  but water hasn't been run to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Rob today that when we paid Eric his rent money we should have $360 all in pennies.  Wouldn't that be a hoot?.  Well, he laughed and then preceded to say that he would probably hit me with it.  lol  It was funny.   Eric also told us several times tonight that we could move in anytime we wanted, which we originally planned for Saturday.   It would be nice but we won't  be ready until then.  You see I haven't "officially" told my Dad.  He figured it out because he eavesdrops on peoples conversation.  He is a nosey motha-fucker.  I know I'm going to put it off for as long as possible because I don't like confrontations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113100633386838845?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113100633386838845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113100633386838845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113100633386838845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113100633386838845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-move.html' title='on the move.......'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113073786350148088</id><published>2005-10-31T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:57:56.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one cereal, many bowls</title><content type='html'>I was eating some cereal this evening and realized that depending on which cereal I am eating decides which bowl I use. My husband has one particular bowl that he used strictly for cereal eating and I am the opposite. For example, When I eat a flaky cereal I use a white corelle bowl. If I am eating an "o" shaped cereal, I use I small grayish white with a off color red stripe. It made up of some kind of crockery. If its kind of pebbly, puffy, crunchy, krispy, cracklin' sweet cereal I use a regular plastic type bowl. Narrow bottom, big hole. Old butter bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of a few of my favorite cereals......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 is definitely Froot Loops. It is the best of the loopy, round cereals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even Straight Outta the Box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 is Peanut Butter Crunch. ONLY the best peanut nutty nut cereal ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3 Cheerios. Just plain Ol' good eats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#4 Sugar Crisp. The Ultimate Sugar High. To be eaten by major sweet tooths only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#5 (Insert Drum Roll here..) Frosted Mini Wheats. Bite Size. Sweet and Crunchy. What a combo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113073786350148088?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113073786350148088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113073786350148088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113073786350148088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113073786350148088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-cereal-many-bowls.html' title='one cereal, many bowls'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113052502696618826</id><published>2005-10-28T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:43:46.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time for some changes up in here...</title><content type='html'>Yes Folks, Its time for some changing and the changing will occur next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We are finally moving out of my dads house.  I am so looking forward to this its not funny.   We are moving in with a friend of mine that I work with.  He has a spare room that we can use and our rent is going to help him with his house payment..or at least I reckon it will.   He only lives maybe 10 minutes away from where we work, which will be nice when it comes to gas. A ten minute drive compared to a 45 minute drive.  Its  a no-brainer.  And not to mention getting away from my dads flatulous self.  I know he is old but damn! he doesn't have to be so eecky crude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found yesterday that my eldest sisters' divorce was final and she is not doing to well at all.  I know that divorces can be rough  (I've went through one myself) but alot of her well-being she has done to herself.  Well, for one she has gotten her addicted to pills.   She has showed them to me and I've seen her pay for them by using her food stamps.  My sister used to be a really good person.  She took care of her kids better than herself and gave them anything she could. Ok. She spoiled them.  But now she can barely take care of herself or her kids.  And I know them kids know something is not right about her.  They know their mother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down there this past summer with the intention of watching her kids while she got off the pills.  But she just wouldn't do it, so I came home a week early. I couldn't stand that I came 6 hours from Ohio to be with her and she couldn't get off the damn phone long enough to speak to me for a few minutes. It was crazy.  So I said "enough, I'm going home."  I now know that at this point in her addiction she is going to have to hit rock bottom and lose everything that she loves to realize that she has a problem and she needs help with it. Until then I can't do a damn thing.  So I will love her from afar and tough it will be for her  and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113052502696618826?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113052502696618826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113052502696618826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113052502696618826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113052502696618826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-for-some-changes-up-in-here.html' title='time for some changes up in here...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-113022474375231230</id><published>2005-10-25T03:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T03:20:10.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>does she think of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was just sitting and here and I started thinking of my sister, Julie. I haven't seen or talked to her in a little over 3 years. Not because I haven't wanted to its just that we somehow lost contact with each other. One of these days.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at work was rather slow and boring. It seemed like the night dragged forever. It was such a looooonnng night. Eric doesn't work all this week and it sucks. Eric and I annoy the heck out of each just purely for the funniness of it. I pick on him like he was one of my younger brothers. Its funny. So an interesting week it shall be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby and I had a somewhat exciting weekend. On Saturday we actually left the house and met up with a friend, then went to another friends house and celebrated 420 for awhile. After that we actually went to the mall but didn't really go into the mall part of the mall. Went to Kohl's and got hubby some pants, a shirt, and some boxer briefs (must have for well-equipped manly men). We finally made it back home and lo and behold, no boxer briefs in the bag. So now we have to go back to the mall but not really go in and get his boxer briefs. After we get home and I cook dinner. We eat. Hubby and I celebrated 420 again. Then a little while later got our freak on! Yes! It was absolutely amazing. This man who is 44 years old and starting to feel his age just doesn't to remember that he keeps making our love-making even better and better. I have no need to look anywhere else to fulfill my needs because there is no one, no one out there, that just can't compare. Just Can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-113022474375231230?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/113022474375231230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=113022474375231230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113022474375231230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/113022474375231230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/does-she-think-of-me.html' title='does she think of me?'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112969642399867717</id><published>2005-10-19T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:38:50.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>arrghhh...the sweet smell of a brunette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="position:relative; border:1px #320 solid; background-color:#c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:#320;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="font-size:32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mad Ethel Rackham&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="left:45px; top:-60px; width:290px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate.    Arr!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate/" style="position:absolute; width:100%; left:0px; bottom:20px; color:#f8eecc;"&gt;Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112969642399867717?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112969642399867717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112969642399867717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112969642399867717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112969642399867717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/arrghhhthe-sweet-smell-of-brunette.html' title='arrghhh...the sweet smell of a brunette'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112969481381821365</id><published>2005-10-18T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:06:53.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>squeak!    whats that smell?</title><content type='html'>Well, I've gone and done it.  Truly, folks, I've went and had a brainfart.  A real one in true non-blonde style.  I say non-blonde because I'm a brunette.  *snicker*..   This is what happened......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following story is true.  No names have been changed to protect the innocent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I thought it would be funny to call Chris at work and ask him if he had any round tables for sale and then hang up.  He would've known who it was and would've laughed and then called me a smartass.  So I went and got the phone, dialed the number, asked Eric to put Chris on, when it dawned on me, that Chris wasn't working tonight, thats tomorrow night.  I was DERRRRRR!!!   Eric reminded me that if Chris was there working then I would be there too!  Major DUHHH!  I had a total brainfart and knew it and proceeded to tell Debbie what I had done to which her response was "dumbass!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats what happened in my own words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow Brunettes....."don't hurt me."  ok....maybe a little...teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112969481381821365?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112969481381821365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112969481381821365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112969481381821365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112969481381821365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/squeak-whats-that-smell.html' title='squeak!    whats that smell?'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112956978699847763</id><published>2005-10-17T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:23:07.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she's done it again....</title><content type='html'>The start to another great work week.  I am off tomorrow.  YEAH !!! for me but I do have to work this friday night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend with the kiddos.  They are so funny.  When we was at Isaac's football game saturday afternoon one of his teammates asked if Rob, Isaac's step-dad was his Grandpa.  It was hilarious, not for Rob but for me it was.  I laughed my head off. I couldn't help myself.  The thing is Rob doesn't look like a grandpa since he colored his hair last weekend so all the gray is gone.  I can't say anything though, I colored my hair too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow on my day off I plan on not doing anything unless I want to do it.  Im gonna sit in my room watch tv and crotchet some baby stuff for a girl at work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My red-headed sister came over today. She is having another problem with her car.  ITs not funny but it is.  I personally think its the way she's driving it but who can say for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112956978699847763?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112956978699847763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112956978699847763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112956978699847763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112956978699847763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/shes-done-it-again.html' title='she&apos;s done it again....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112926932229934743</id><published>2005-10-14T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:55:22.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>being at home...</title><content type='html'>Today is my adoptive Dad's Birthday...Happy Birthday Dad!! You rock!!  And your still older than me..nanananannaanaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after work the hubby and I went to Eric and Debbie's to have a little fun. Chris from work  came too.   We did some drinking and played Darts.  Chris won the first game and hubby won the second game, but Eric, Chris and I kept playing. Eric came in second and I beat Chris by throwing a Bullseye!! I couldn't believe it!!  I am looking forward to working with Chris this coming Tuesday so I can rub it in....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112926932229934743?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112926932229934743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112926932229934743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112926932229934743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112926932229934743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/being-at-home.html' title='being at home...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112905129972301264</id><published>2005-10-11T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:21:39.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Celebrate!!!</title><content type='html'>Hubby got the car fixed!!!!!   Its running like a top!!   Come to find out it was the simplest of things too!   The freaking spark plugs!!!  3 of the were burned completely out.  Im not to good on my mechanics lingo...LOL    Last night on the way home we stopped on a dark strip of road and raised the hood and he revved the engine and it was our personal light show.  The sparks were arcing all over the place...it was kind of pretty.  But now that he replaced the plugs and wires no more pretty light show for me...LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112905129972301264?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112905129972301264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112905129972301264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112905129972301264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112905129972301264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-celebrate.html' title='Let&apos;s Celebrate!!!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112881355439570953</id><published>2005-10-08T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T19:19:14.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure and I don't know why</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure and I don't know why things are the way they are, they just are.  I haven't really had a lot to say of late.  I guess I just haven't sat done and let my self get deep in thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is they same ol' same ol'.  There has been some drama, I just don't let myself get involved in it because its stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish hubby and I had friends we could actually do things with.  That would be nice.  He did ask me if I wanted to go out this weekend see a movie or something and all I could say is "I don't know."  We really should go and do something so we aren't sitting here all weekend bored out of our gourds cause that is what will happen come tomorrow.   He has been working on the car all day trying to get it running again.  We drove it over to Milford and the back right brake started smokin'.  Guess its time to change that one.  So he gets to do that tomorrow.  We did get the little metal key thing to stick in the fuse panel to see what error code we get from the computer on the car and found out it could be one of 3 different sensors.  So he is getting the least expensive one and trying that and then move on the to the next one if it isn't.  He told me which ones they were but I can't remember all the mechanical mumbo jumbo.  Some things on the car I understand other things I will just the man handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fixing potato soup for dinner and listening to my Monster Ballads CD....I got it turned up real loud because right now nobody is here except for me...The decibel level is going to reach new heights....not to high cause it just might shake this poor ol house apart...LOL  not really funny but it is in a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112881355439570953?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112881355439570953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112881355439570953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112881355439570953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112881355439570953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-not-sure-and-i-dont-know-why.html' title='I&apos;m not sure and I don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112836201275791910</id><published>2005-10-03T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:53:32.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little of this little of that....</title><content type='html'>Rob is recovering well from his surgery.  We go on wednesday for a follow up to make sure everything is going ok and to get the full pathology report from the lump they removed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is finally starting 2nd shift today!  We will finally be able to spend some time together.  Since he was on 1st shift and I on 2nd's we didn't get much and we don't do well without seeing each other.  It was hard missing him so much but now things will be much better now.  My schedule at work is going to change a little bit.  I will have to start working every other friday which is fine I don't mind.  As long as I still get my hours.  Its work I shall do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick this past weekend which i got from my dad he was sick on thursday and it wasn't pretty.  But it only lasted a day so that was good.  Hopefully I won't get sick anymore this winter.  knock on wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112836201275791910?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112836201275791910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112836201275791910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112836201275791910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112836201275791910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-of-this-little-of-that.html' title='little of this little of that....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112748540533961875</id><published>2005-09-23T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:23:25.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and another thing....</title><content type='html'>The past week has been a busy week for us.  Yesterday My hubby had surgery on his neck to remove a lump that had been there for at least 5 years.  It ended up being benign mixed tumor and it was good that it was removed. He is doing ok its just hard to swallow right now but he will get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work this past week for me was good.  Business is down somewhat but as long as i work hard i will be able to keep my hours and OH yeah!  I got another raise...YEAH! for me!!  It was only 20 cents but every little bit helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112748540533961875?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112748540533961875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112748540533961875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112748540533961875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112748540533961875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-another-thing.html' title='and another thing....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112702027256210725</id><published>2005-09-18T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:11:12.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kids...they are so funny!</title><content type='html'>I always look forward to the weekends i have my children ages 13, 12, and 10..  My 12 year old had a football game today(17th).  We had to be there 2 hours before his game started but it was cool.  We got to sit and watch the 5th graders play first.  They won their game 7-0.  Then at 4 my son played his game.  They won also. He liked the fact that they won but he was upset that he only got to be in the game for 3 plays.  I think they should play him more but I am his mother.  But he also has the a lot of heart to play the game. He loves it.  And I'm pretty sure that the reason they don't play him more is because of his size.  He is on the small size for his age and he gets it honest.  His father is only 5'7 and I'm 5'5.  Also, most of the people on my side of the family are small stature.  I'm hoping that he will gain some size in the next couple of years.  He does have an uncle that is 6'3 so it could happen we will just have to wait and see.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112702027256210725?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112702027256210725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112702027256210725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112702027256210725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112702027256210725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/09/kidsthey-are-so-funny.html' title='kids...they are so funny!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112676398647933997</id><published>2005-09-15T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:59:46.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog...</title><content type='html'>I guess recently i haven't had much too say or write about.  Work is just work, nothing really exciting happening there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday we did drive to Circleville Ohio to get a new fuel pump assembly for the car.  It was enjoyable because we able to spend almost all day not being around Charlie(my bio. dad).  It was nice to be able to get out and just drive like we used to do.  Just go for a drive see where it takes us.  Well, hubby put that new part in the car and it ran ok for a little while until he checked and realized one of the fuel injectors wasn't sealing right and spraying gas everywhere. So now where are going to have to replace those.  New, they are almost 60 bucks a piece so we are going to try the used ones at 16 bucks a piece first and see if they will work.  But we can't get those until weekend after next.   So I called my Dad Steve(adoptive one) if we could borrow his little Ford Festiva for a week or two.  He said we could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Charlene has been coming over everyday for the past week and a half to do laundry and bathe.  Their main water line from the street to the house broke so they haven't had any water.  Which I know sucks because Rob and I have lived places where we didn't have water so we had to haul it up from the water spicket up 3 flights of stairs.  Not a fun thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't had any luck finding my sister Julie.  I did find out that supposedly my niece has her number but I haven't been able to get it from her yet because its on her cell phone and she lost the charger thingy cord to it and i guess she hasn't been able to get another one.  So I shall wait and see what happens there I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112676398647933997?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112676398647933997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112676398647933997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112676398647933997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112676398647933997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog...'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112543099944108622</id><published>2005-08-30T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:47:05.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>these little words of mine</title><content type='html'>This is just a little diddy that I thought of while sitting here, chatting with my&lt;br /&gt;hubby....so here goes nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevated at again Stonersville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit in your chair and stare at the screen rereading the above line for about 20 minutes when it dawns on you that you've been sitting here for 20 minutes or so rereading that line and you just can't think of anything else to write......its&lt;br /&gt;amazing what wondrous things the brain can do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during this time hubby and I were chatting....and we've decided that we&lt;br /&gt;need to go to a comedy club the next time we go out. We've never been to one&lt;br /&gt;together and thats strange because we are people that just love to laugh and&lt;br /&gt;have a really good time. Its also cool that we can make each other laugh or&lt;br /&gt;laugh about the simplest things. Its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at work tonight I told Eric that skinny white men can't hump. He didn't&lt;br /&gt;like the fact that I burned him but he did laugh because he knew it was funny&lt;br /&gt;and true at the same time. Just so you all know...Eric is skinny and white and&lt;br /&gt;he can't hump because his wife cut him off............(sorry, Eric, I had to!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112543099944108622?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112543099944108622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112543099944108622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112543099944108622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112543099944108622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/these-little-words-of-mine.html' title='these little words of mine'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112512769057915356</id><published>2005-08-27T03:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T03:28:10.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the way he makes me feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are in each breath i take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are like a gentle sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caressing, and feather like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a whisper upon the wind.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you when you're away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need you more each day.&lt;br /&gt;i yearn for the love we make,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wrap your body into mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on me you shall dine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;food for the erotic soul......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112512769057915356?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112512769057915356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112512769057915356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112512769057915356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112512769057915356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/way-he-makes-me-feel.html' title='the way he makes me feel'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112503861582294924</id><published>2005-08-26T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T02:45:09.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I open my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can’t remember how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can’t remember why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’m lying here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I can’t stand the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I can’t make it go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;No I can’t stand the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The night goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everybody’s screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’m slipping off the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’m hanging by a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I can’t explain what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;No I can’tHow could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The night goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The night goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How could this happen to&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untitled &lt;/em&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112503861582294924?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112503861582294924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112503861582294924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112503861582294924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112503861582294924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-words.html' title='Just Words....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112499934390832163</id><published>2005-08-25T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:49:03.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im not really sure</title><content type='html'>Things have been kind of rough around here this past week.  Its not easy having to rely on your dad for gas money and whatnot.  But Rob and I both get paid tomorrow so this next week should be a little easier to deal with, especially not having to rely on dad so much.  Dad can be so stubborn and hard headed.  He knows that we both have to get back and forth to work and we have to use his car.  Our car needs a fuel pump and a new gas tank which Rob found a new tank for 20 bucks somewhere south of Columbus which is good for us because the cheaper the better right now.  He will have to eventually get new fuel injectors for it but those are 60 bucks a piece and it needs 6 of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, next wednesday we will be getting Rob's results from his biopsy that he had last wednesday.  We both are a little concerned about what those will be.  Hopefully nothing that we will have to worry about.  But we just don't know and that sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112499934390832163?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112499934390832163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112499934390832163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112499934390832163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112499934390832163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-not-really-sure.html' title='im not really sure'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112452142905066022</id><published>2005-08-20T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T03:03:49.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Yahoo suck?!</title><content type='html'>Is there anyone else out there that agrees with the above statement?.  I would that within in the last month or two yahoo keeps encountering a problem and has to lose.  Why haven't they found a solution for this?  Its annoying as hell.   And forget about Launchcast running good anymore....its starting to get slow and groggy and has trouble either playing the music or displaying that artists, song, album titles page.  Well, I decided that I would try and find another online radio station where you pick the music and styles and they play it.   I did a search on Google for free personal internet radio and the first one listed I clicked on.  It was this one &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I did some reading and with hubby's help I downloaded the plug-in and player and filled out  my profile, found the page and listed some artists and the music was rocking.  Listening to it now as i write and you read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note....I don't know if I told ya'll about my husband getting burned with gasoline, me having to call 911, then sitting at the wrong hospital for 30 minutes, driving around downtown cincinnati at dusk, the cute white chic by herself, not knowing what condition my husband, the one I love dearly--yeah I have 2 hubby's--was in.   I wasn't panicked or frantic, just concerned and worried for my safety had I gotten lost.  Well, I did manage to get there and we left an hour later.  He got 2nd degree burns and as of now, they are healing nicely.  Still a little pain now and then but otherwise much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112452142905066022?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112452142905066022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112452142905066022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112452142905066022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112452142905066022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/does-yahoo-suck.html' title='Does Yahoo suck?!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112421384575882781</id><published>2005-08-16T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:37:25.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to working again</title><content type='html'>WEll, yesterday was my first night back to work.  It felt good.  We had a lot of laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112421384575882781?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112421384575882781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112421384575882781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112421384575882781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112421384575882781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-working-again.html' title='back to working again'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112374085298518406</id><published>2005-08-11T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:14:12.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert title here)</title><content type='html'>(insert blog entry here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112374085298518406?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112374085298518406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112374085298518406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112374085298518406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112374085298518406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/insert-title-here.html' title='(insert title here)'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112365352167946183</id><published>2005-08-10T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T01:58:41.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Today started out like any other day....somewhat hectic....but not to bad...it settled down pretty quick.  Hubby was working on the car, Dad was outside doing what Dad always does..nothing, Uncle Junior came up to visit...I ran the kids outside so I could clean house.  I got the house clean as could, honest I did.  I was able to play a few games on the comp before my boys wanted to take it over.  I did manage to get out in the sun today, and then I bathed and got supper in the oven.  Well, my hubby gets the fuel pump out of the gas tank of car and decides that he is going to hook it up to a battery charger and run clean gas through it too see if it will get the sugar out of it.  Some time ago someone put sugar in our gas tank, this person was getting back at my hubby for something that he did so I guess they thought it would be easier to sugar the tank then confronting face on...I don 't know anyways......Well, his hand slipped off the fuel pump, it slips into the gasoline and when the contacts connected to battery charger hit that gas....it ignited it.  Well, needless to say my hubby now has 2nd degree burns from his fingertips to his elbows and across his abdomen.  I had to call 911 and then starting bitching because the ambulance wasn't getting there because there is a detour on our road and it takes you way out to 'BFE to get around it. Which I am calling the township tomorrow to find out who is the ones that is supposed to be fixing the road. Its been closed since February.  So i think its about time they got the road fixed. Don't cha?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hubby was in absolutely excruitating pain that I don't wish on anybody.   Besides I didn't like seeing him that way because I couldn't do a damn thing to help him.  It was  frantic and frightening experience...don't want to experience it ever again....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Please honey try to be more careful with your life...its the only one you have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112365352167946183?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112365352167946183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112365352167946183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112365352167946183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112365352167946183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112356339304747863</id><published>2005-08-09T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:56:33.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally BAck HOme!</title><content type='html'>Yes its true! I'm finally back.  Back from my sisters house of living hell. OMG, that household is so unorganized and undisciplined its not even funny.  I tried to do what I could but its difficult when the mother won't back you up.  She has spoiled her kids rotten and let them turn into complete brats.  After being there for a week with her and her kids I was so thankful to the fact that my kids seem like complete angels compared to hers. Don't get me wrong my kids are by no means perfect and always listen to me but they are angels compared to them and their behavior.  Those kids of hers just WALK All over her, and they know it and so does she but she still continues to let them.  I finally had to wash my hands of the situation and just come back home because there is no helping someone that doesn't want to help themselves.  So all I can do is pray that she will get the help that she needs before its too late.  Do ya hear me, Lori?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note......Since I was visiting my sister I didn't get to see my husband all week.   And let me tell ya, we he got down there on Friday, I was so excited and extremely overjoyed when I saw the car coming down the street.  It was amazing!  I missed him so much that week and I(we) realized that we have to start taking vacations together because we couldn't stand being apart from each for that long.  And that night we had the most bestest ever awesomeness sex ever, ever, ever.  Three hours worth!! Thank you Baby, I love you with everything that I have...you have me completely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112356339304747863?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112356339304747863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112356339304747863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112356339304747863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112356339304747863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-finally-back-home.html' title='I&apos;m Finally BAck HOme!'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112340842567692615</id><published>2005-08-07T05:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T05:53:45.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying my time away from home</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone....I am certainly enjoying my vacation with my kids. There has been some moments when its been a little hectic, well you would think so to if you had 8 kids ranging in ages from 17 to 1 in  a house at the same time.  Hubby made it down this past friday and we did manage to go out tonight.  We drove up to Paducah and went to steak n shake my old job and was able to spend some time with old friends.  That place is crazy as ever and everyone was still the same.  We shared some laughs....thanks to Andrea and Jessica..those 2 are so crazy its not funny..:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids having been having a good time being able to spend some time with their cousins and going swimming every other day.  My son Isaac has been obsessed with his tan and whether he is darker than everyone or not. Elijah has been spending pretty much all his time playing PS2 with his cousin Gunner.   And Brooklynne just wants her hair straightened and someone to put make up on her.  Also she is becoming addicted to shoes thanks to my sister Lori who is and has made her kids being clothes horses'...lol  All in all a good time for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112340842567692615?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112340842567692615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112340842567692615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112340842567692615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112340842567692615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/08/enjoying-my-time-away-from-home.html' title='enjoying my time away from home'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112277512031564446</id><published>2005-07-30T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:35:47.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Vacation</title><content type='html'>hey everyone....I'm going on vacation to my sister Lori's house in kentucky for 2 weeks......we are leaving this morning at 3 am...well hopefully we will be on the road by 330 am.....my 3 wonderful kids are going with me on this holiday...the hubby isn't because he has to work, but he will be coming down on the weekends...I will miss him!! I am really looking forward to this time away, especially from my dad, charlie...he is a cantankerous old fart who is right about everything..I mean everything...he can just get on your nerves..so a little time away will be a good thing....see ya all when i get back....I might occasionally post while I'm there if it doesn't take the dial up too long to connect to the internet,...LOL Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112277512031564446?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112277512031564446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112277512031564446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112277512031564446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112277512031564446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112235999961822557</id><published>2005-07-26T02:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T19:30:21.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An old song but it's still funny!</title><content type='html'>Ok here it goes...an old song. I have no idea where I learned this, none. I have a feeling that I learned it school. Isn't that where all the good ones are invented?. I'm pretty sure this is true because my youngest boy, 10, has sung me quite a few...new ones. I will put one of his next he comes for the weekend. Anyways, here is mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gene, Gene, made a machine....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joe, Joe, made it go......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Art, Art, cut a fart and blew it all apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that funny?! Well, if you had my sense of humor you would...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tonight, was slow, business wise, but fun because we were able laugh at each other or do to something that annoyed them. The latter is what usually occurs between Eric and I. Haha! Today (25th) was Eric's 26th birthday! Happy Birthday ya old fucker!!! 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of...persa-na-lity'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112192188323956562</id><published>2005-07-21T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:04:23.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I was tagged"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I was "tagged" tonight. I was on &lt;a href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/signup.php"&gt;Blogexplosion&lt;/a&gt; surfing members blogs. Well, tonight I was surfing and I have not been able to stop reading the very first blog that appear before me. It s been a very interesting read this evening. You can find it &lt;a href="http://shrinkingtosanity.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. At the end of one of her entries....it pretty much said...so I'm supposed to tag 5 people, so I tag YOU. I paraphased alot but you get the gist. I think its called a "meme" or something or rather. Well, anyways for the next couple of hours, cause I know it take me awhile to do it....and then it will be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I ten years ago........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, 10 years ago, I would have been almost a month into my 23rd birthday. Don't do the math, that would be rude...LOL My youngest child was approaching the 7 month mark. I also had a 2.5 yr old and my eldest was a little over 3. Yes I had them close, which i didn't like back then but now that Im older I appreciate it alot. At this point in my life, my 3 kids was all I had besides my husband at the time. They were my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I 5 years ago.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was separated from my first husband and already living with the next husband. We had just moved back to Ohio after being in Kentucky for a few months. I was working as a Deputy Jailer at the county jail in which we lived. My sister Lori I was working there and got me the job. Aren't older sisters cool?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I (we got married in '01) were a month away from moving back to Ohio(again) from Kentucky. But this time it was gonna be a permanent thing. I was so tired of having to move it drove me freaking nuts. We always had to do everything ourselves except hubby did manage to carry the couch and loveseat, on his back up 3 flights of stairs. Needless to say, his back hurt for awhile after that. Then one time we moved it was in the middle of the night in the downpouring rain, but this time we did have a some friends helping us, so that made it a little bit more tolerable. But still! I hate moving, with a passion. Could ya tell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday?..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, lets see if I can remember. I got up at a ten after eleven in the a.m. Started a load of whites, made coffee. Our pot only takes 2 minutes to make a pot of coffee. Sweet!! Straightened up some of my Dad's mess and finally poured myself some coffee and went into the bedroom, sat at the computer desk and preceded to get online. Got ready for work a while late. Left for work. Worked up until 12:15 that night. Left work, stopped at Krogers for milk and bread. Went home, made more coffee and smoked for a little while. Ate some chicken and dumplings, and then went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five snacks I enjoy..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munchies by Doritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Kool-aid &amp; Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Froot Loops, with milk or without. Depends on mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kettle Korn popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham and Cheese Hot pockets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs I know all the words to...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour Some Sugar on Me by &lt;em&gt;Def Leppard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey You by &lt;em&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Stone by &lt;em&gt;AudioSlave&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart by &lt;em&gt;Bonnie Tyler&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman in Love by &lt;em&gt;Barbra Streisand.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Five things I would do with a $100 million dollars........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that much money I'm sure one could figure out how to all sorts of things. First thing I would do is pay back all the money I've ever borrowed from anybody in my whole life. Set up something for my childrens education and needs. Build my Dad a new house. Take myself to the doctor. Buy me a good car and hand out food to the less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Five locations I would run away to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First would definitely be Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;A tropical beach, alone.&lt;br /&gt;Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;My older sisters house.&lt;br /&gt;Grand Canyon, just once before I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five of my bad habits...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;Picking my lips until the bleed. (i have been getting better at not doing this)&lt;br /&gt;Getting into situations I can't get out of.&lt;br /&gt;Not cleaning up my messes. I am my fathers daugter.&lt;br /&gt;and number 5 is....ask my husband he is better at this. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like doing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading. Haven't done this in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music really loud in my room. Wish I could do it more often but THE DAD.&lt;br /&gt;Being with my children.&lt;br /&gt;Like to have my moments of just being with myself for awhile. Not long, just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I never wear.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;Miniskirts.&lt;br /&gt;Anything thing with horizontal lines.&lt;br /&gt;Spandex.&lt;br /&gt;A condom! Im a girl for petes sake! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five tv shows I like........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ER&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order (All of them.)&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek, not the old the new.&lt;br /&gt;American Chopper.&lt;br /&gt;City Confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Joys of the moment.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually losing weight and I'm not sure really why.&lt;br /&gt;I took a few extra days off work to regroup.&lt;br /&gt;My dad walking through the kitchen belching as he goes. This is my life. Lovin every minute of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five favorite toys...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darn machine!&lt;br /&gt;My little wooden pipes.&lt;br /&gt;Box of crayola crayons. They really are better.&lt;br /&gt;My blog.&lt;br /&gt;My make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it...it just took me a little over an hour to do that. At this point I'm supposed to tag five people. What is this tagging? And does it hurt?? I'm not one who thrives on pain...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im gonna do what the one before me did and TAG YOU ~~~~~~ You are it!!! laughing as I run fast away from you......LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112192188323956562?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112192188323956562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112192188323956562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112192188323956562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112192188323956562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-tagged.html' title='&quot;I was tagged&quot;'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112189394498090503</id><published>2005-07-20T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:12:24.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty was finally beamed up.</title><content type='html'>I just found out that Scotty(James Doohan)  from Star Trek,  has passed away.  May he rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112189394498090503?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112189394498090503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112189394498090503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112189394498090503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112189394498090503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/scotty-was-finally-beamed-up.html' title='Scotty was finally beamed up.'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112170728182152689</id><published>2005-07-18T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:21:21.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A very good weekend.....</title><content type='html'>It was a very good weekend for the hubby and I.  We had some of the best sex we've ever had in our almost 4 years of marriage.  Our anniversary is Aug. 3 and I hope I don't forget it this year.  I did last year and the year before.  It was not good.  My hubby remember but I didn't.  Thats not good, is it?.   The only thing is this year I will be on vacation at my sisters' in Kentucky for 2 weeks and our anniversary falls during this time.  I guess when I get back or when he comes down for the weekend, I will have to make it up to him and that I will!  He is the best.  I do love him so much.  Thank you, honey for the best weekend!  You sure know me don't ya?!  *wink* *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112170728182152689?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112170728182152689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112170728182152689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112170728182152689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112170728182152689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/very-good-weekend.html' title='A very good weekend.....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112157259046422900</id><published>2005-07-16T23:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:58:40.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoners of America, we have a new member..</title><content type='html'>Yes its true, we have a new member.....who is this person you say. Well, I will tell ya. My sixty something Uncle on my dads side. His name is Junior, yes, Junior, not kidding at all. Anyhoo, it was so funny showing him how to use the pipe and all that. It was funny but he enjoyed. I will talk with him tomorrow(sunday) see how he feels and all. Now only if I could get my dad high all would be well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112157259046422900?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112157259046422900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112157259046422900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112157259046422900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112157259046422900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/stoners-of-america-we-have-new-member_16.html' title='Stoners of America, we have a new member..'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112157267724177600</id><published>2005-07-16T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:57:57.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>passage of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the wishes we seek upon the deceived,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wicked webs and lies un-perceived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fodder for the glory, glory received,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cast of shadowy eyes upon morbid sigh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timeless tales always believed,&lt;br /&gt;whether true, often to mislead.&lt;br /&gt;food for the soul, soul arose,&lt;br /&gt;a wounded part beside beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112157267724177600?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112157267724177600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112157267724177600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112157267724177600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112157267724177600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/passage-of-time.html' title='passage of time'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112141478874715696</id><published>2005-07-15T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T04:06:29.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Memories of the Past</title><content type='html'>Is there anyone else out that remembers eating kool-aid and cookies together? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Punch and Chocolate Chip Cookies were my and still are my favorite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Rice Krispie Treats. Yum Yum!  Which reminds me that I have some of the SNAP! KRACKLE! POP! and marshmellows.  Guess what I am making tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112141478874715696?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112141478874715696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112141478874715696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112141478874715696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112141478874715696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/food-memories-of-past.html' title='Food Memories of the Past'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112140869379855448</id><published>2005-07-15T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T02:24:53.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Joke Ever (to a married couple)</title><content type='html'>When his wife's snoring woke him for the third straight night, Harry went to the bathroom medicine cabinet, got some aspirin and popped two tablets into her gaping mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awk, glub!" choked his startled wife. "What the..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, honey. I gave you some aspirin," he explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? I don't have a headache!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great!" said Harry, triumphantly. "Let's fuck!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112140869379855448?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112140869379855448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112140869379855448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112140869379855448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112140869379855448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/greatest-joke-ever-to-married-couple.html' title='The Greatest Joke Ever (to a married couple)'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112114622375950785</id><published>2005-07-12T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:38:20.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>electricity anyone....</title><content type='html'>Well, tonight at work was an interesting night.  For about an hour and a half, we lost power.  The rumor was that somebody struck a major pole down the road and knocked out about 10 square miles of business'.  It kind of sucked because our sales had been up all day and when we lost power they just went right down the drain.  Also, in a restaurant when the air conditioning is not working it gets freaking hot!!  We were all sweating bullets.  And you know what amazed me the most.  We had to turn people away and they were very upset or just pissed off.  It was like "Go home and fix yourselves something to eat. You must remember how."  The power came back on about 9 so we opened the store back up.  It was a good night all and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news......At the end of this month I'm taking 2 weeks off work and taking my kids down to Kentucky to stay with my sister. I am looking forward to this because 1.  I get to spend time with my kids, 2. I get away from my dad.(who is driving me nuts with his I'M RIGHT! YOUR WRONG! about everything attitude)  And the funny thing about it is, he has no more than a 6th grade education, if that and the man can't read or write. Ok he can write his name and thats about it.  I tell ya what he would drive you insane too!  You know what else drives me crazy is when he tells me we need to keep the dishes done and he hasn't even done them in over 2 months.  OH but he will swear up and down that he has.  I know there is some other stuff to but its just make me mad just thinking about it so I won't anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112114622375950785?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112114622375950785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112114622375950785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112114622375950785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112114622375950785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/electricity-anyone.html' title='electricity anyone....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112071471021534195</id><published>2005-07-07T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:38:30.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not much happening.....</title><content type='html'>There hasn't been a whole lot happening this week.  Did have family over for a cook-out on Monday and then we went and watched fireworks.  It was nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, Debbie gave me a nickname of "Tater" and her nickname now is "Git'R Done, Git'r for short. Its really funny.  I guess you could say Debbie and I are up and coming drinking buddies..LOL  I'm not really much of a drinker. I mean I do drink but not alot. I'm not good at handling my alcohol.  I could drink about 3 beers and I'm drunk but not throwing up drunk thats just nasty and no fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112071471021534195?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112071471021534195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112071471021534195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112071471021534195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112071471021534195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-much-happening.html' title='not much happening.....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132412.post-112045499709758778</id><published>2005-07-04T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:29:57.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a mothers' realization....</title><content type='html'>I had a new thought today about my youngest son. He is 10.  Well, it was like pulling teeth today to keep him outside. (Everytime I told him to go out he made excuses as to why he couldn't go out, which of course, none of them worked on me.  Sorry, kiddo. And outside he went.  After a few minutes outside he would eventually get up and go aggravate his older brother who is 12.  Who just happens to be the same size as him.  And of course, in older brother fashion he would end up around me and just have to tell on him.  So they both used their final warning and it finally got through to them to stop aggravation each other, if only for a little while, they are brothers and thats what brothers do aggravate each other. Its in true brother fashion.  The only reason he wanted to stay in is because he is a video game freak.  He loves them.  Wants to play them all the time. And he would if I let him.  He is only 10 and he is hooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132412-112045499709758778?l=starmouse1972.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/feeds/112045499709758778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132412&amp;postID=112045499709758778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112045499709758778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132412/posts/default/112045499709758778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starmouse1972.blogspot.com/2005/07/mothers-realization.html' title='a mothers&apos; realization....'/><author><name>THEstarmouse1972</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969002007336274750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BEIW6vq9hZ8/SAT2PHHNd3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xP65jKi8GZg/S220/fe6d%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
