<?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-20074326</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:35:49.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Crabby have to say today...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-7541826849151011301</id><published>2008-04-09T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:42:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams do come true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Good things come to those who wait... I believe that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On one Sunny October afternoon, I was out Car shopping. It was time to retire my trusty, yet run down, ’95 Dodge Avenger. She had been a good, dependable vehicle. However, she was getting tired. Requiring more and more maintenance. Nothing big, but enough to where she was starting to nickel and dime me to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I decided it was time for me to trade her up for a newer model. At that time the new ’07 Avengers had just come out. I was excited. I went to the Dodge dealer and looked at them. Not impressed. Very "industrial" type interior. Not plush as all. Plus they were asking way more than they appeared to be worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also debuting at that time were the Nissan Rogues. Baby Muranos! I was soo excited. Anyone who really know’s me, knows that the Nissan Murano is my DREAM car/suv, whatever. So, I was elated when the Rogue’s came out. I thought for sure I could buy a "Baby Murano". Not the case, I could not afford all of the amenities I was looking for. So, I moved on to the Saturn View. I liked their sleek new look. However, you could only get a V6 in the higher priced AWD models, which (again) I could not afford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, I moved on to Newer used vehicles. Driving down the north service road visiting all the dealers and checking out their used vehicle lots. My last stop that day was Ed Napleton Honda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I started out looking at the Newer Hondas. While affordable, they did not have all the amenities I was looking for. So, I moved on to their used car lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The 3rd vehicle we came upon was a 2003 Nissan Murano. They were asking 21,000 for it. I test drove it. Drove it over to my **fathers house and did some research. At my father’s advice, as much as I wanted to walk in and buy this vehicle upon return, I returned it to the lot stating "I have to think about it".&lt;br /&gt;Every time I passed Ed Napleton, I stretched my neck to see if "My" Murano was still on the lot. Each time thinking "If it’s still there during tax time, it’s meant to be, I’m buying it!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6 months later, tax time came. I filed early for taxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had been doing research online for used vehicles. All the time making sure that Murano was still there. It was. Only, in March, it had dropped down to 18,500. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I did more research on 2003 Murano’s. Kelly blue book, user reviews, CarFax, pricing comparison etc etc. I did A LOT of research. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I finally received my taxes. ChaChing! I had enough to buy a less expensive New vehicle (without all the amenities I wanted) or the car of my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After I received my Tax return, I decided to look at financing options. To buy a used car with dealer financing it fell at 6%. I did not want to finance at 6%. Too much for my ***great credit. So, I found a Credit Union with the lowest financing I could find and applied for pre-approval. Got it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I took friday March 28th and Monday March 31st off. I was determined to get a new vehicle. Luckily, I had to work from home that friday or else I would not have seen the email from the Credit Union stating I was preapproved for a loan. At 2:30 pm friday afternoon I went up to Ed Napleton Honda. I pulled up to the lot, hopped out of the car and was immediately approached by a sales man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He could barely get the words "How can we help you." out of his mouth before I blurted out "You have a 2003 Murano. I want to buy it. I’m preapproved for such and such amount. I have a hefty down payment and I want $$$$ or my trade in". We walked to the Murano, drove it up to the doors to start the transaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I noted the price he wrote down for her, 19,600.00. I nicely stated, "That’s not what is quoted on your web site. 18,500 is what is quoted on your site. I have the print out here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He was gracious and checked with his "team" and came back to say I was indeed correct (Duh! Of course I was! Imagine if I had not done my homework. Id’ve paid 19,600 for her!) Seth helped me out with the math (We all know how horrible I am at math). 2 hours later I drove home in my "Dream" Car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She’s beautiful. Immaculate condition. There are a few key scratches above the lock on the drivers side door, but that can be buffed out. I’ve always wanted one. She may not be new, but she’s new to me and I Love Her! I’ve waited for YEARS to own a Murano and now I do. *Proud Look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now I just have to deal with the fact that I haven’t had a car payment in years. That "extra" cash can no longer be spent on frivolous things. That’s ok. She’s well worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here she is..Stock photo’s, but she looks exactly like this. Color and everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/R_1bWRdAe7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-g4zHpODm60/s1600-h/Murano+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187402784000998322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/R_1bWRdAe7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-g4zHpODm60/s320/Murano+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/R_1bWhdAe8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Gf64JH0LBwM/s1600-h/Buying+Murano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187402788295965634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/R_1bWhdAe8I/AAAAAAAAABE/Gf64JH0LBwM/s320/Buying+Murano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**My father is the most frugal person I know, also the only person to help me in making big descisions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Thanks Mikey.&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/20074326-7541826849151011301?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/7541826849151011301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=7541826849151011301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/7541826849151011301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/7541826849151011301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams do come true...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/R_1bWRdAe7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-g4zHpODm60/s72-c/Murano+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-5602401820325777458</id><published>2008-03-04T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:36:22.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again... The best MOM ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/R84Uh2tL9_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z-QRGGzG6Z0/s1600-h/15128a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174095593748559858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/R84Uh2tL9_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z-QRGGzG6Z0/s320/15128a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I know I have'nt blogged in eons. But, I had to blog now. My son LOVES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Blue Man Group"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; as do I. He happened to mention to me about 2 weeks ago, when he saw the commercial on TV, that they were coming. I, however, was in the middle of doing truckloads of laundry, therefore I acknowledged his statement, but continued on with my task.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wasn't until a week ago that I received my weekly email notice from Scott Trade about upcoming events that I noticed "Blue Man Group" was coming April 4th! It was at that time that I remembered Brax mentioning something about them coming and totally dismissing it. That email began my search....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craigs list, blah. No "good" tickets. EBay, My Best friend! Found 2, 2nd row, aisle seats, for sale. Bid. Waited painstakingly for 3 days, still no other bids. Upped my bid just a tad just in case. .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won said bid. I am now the proud owner of 2, 2nd row center aisle seats, for "Blue Man Group"!!! YaY me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I then paid attention to the person I purchased them from (don't get me wrong, I made sure before ordering them that they were a high "star" seller) was the same person/company I had purchased our "FOB" (for the unknowing, Fall Out Boy" ) Tickets from back in 07. The Guy remembered me and emailed saying "Are these for your son too?". I replied "Well, Yes, they are!" He replied with "So, You're going to be the 'Best Mom Ever' again?" Of course, I replied with "Why, Yes, I am!"... hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I was excited, so I had to post....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope all are well!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bid you adieu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-5602401820325777458?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/5602401820325777458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=5602401820325777458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/5602401820325777458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/5602401820325777458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-again-best-mom-ever.html' title='Once again... The best MOM ever...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/R84Uh2tL9_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z-QRGGzG6Z0/s72-c/15128a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-3550980161707859189</id><published>2007-10-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:37:28.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my lord! Yes I posted!</title><content type='html'>I have 2 songs for this blog:&lt;br /&gt;This one which I hope plays for everyone : &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sassee37"&gt;My Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another Don Henley Song which I don't have access to online: &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/4/don_henley/the_heart_of_the_matter.html"&gt;The Heart of the matter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had alot of time to think about things this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so Ill that I wanted my Mommy. Ever been that Ill? Well, Mommy is not here. She lives somewhere else. So, I wanted my son, but he was at Dads. Not that he could've helped my illness, but having him here would've helped me feel much better. Of course, he would've been &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/hardware/playmorepayless/default.htm?WT.svl=nav"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;because all he has here is XBox, Ugh!&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;but Id've felt better knowing someone was here that actually cared about my well being. Although, I know Karen thought about me, thanks Kare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.. back to things I had time to think about this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Old Flames&lt;br /&gt;#2 - New Flames&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Me&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Monetary needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, #1, Old Flames - We all know that I've been weepy over this crap and have been driving everyone looney over my obsession with it. Well, thanks to Bill, Im over it (Thanks William - Bill For Short). No more stupid ass, woe as me, why wasn't I good enough , weeping Nikki over things I have no control over (I also have to thank Paula and Chris for their words of wisdom Football weekend *yanno what I'm talking about*). I'm done, end of that chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 New Flames - How is it possible for me to have the ability to make, &lt;strong&gt;let&lt;/strong&gt; I suppose, a person fall for me so hard? How is it when you are totally honest from the get go, that a person still wants you for their own even though they know that is what is furthest from your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single, period. End of story. I've not been on my own for, what? Let's see, I had Brax when I was 22 (1995). I went from his father, Michael, to Mikey. Hmmm... That add's up to 12 years. Yeah, I want to know what it's like to be single, just from my friends experiences, I know it's no walk in the park. However, after 12 years,&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; need to know what it's like to be single. I need to know what I can do on my own. I know it's not going to be easy. I want to know that I can make it on my own. Is that so bad? So far I have... pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How honest and blatant do you have to be? Honesty is obviously not working. Everyone knows me, I am an honest, say what they think, individual. Yet, the one person I want to understand this, is not seeing what I am saying? Advise, please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Me. This is a long one. If you don't like to read people's blogs about themselves, then move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized this weeekend that I have learned so much about &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; over the past year. I've learned that I &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; have to conform to what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone thinks I should be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to be special. I &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; have to do what someone else &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I should do in order to be successful.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I do not need to change who I am to make someone else happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not need to change who I am to make someone else happy. That's first and foremost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be me and still be loved and honored as is, faults and all. Isnt that what Love is all about? A person &lt;strong&gt;loves &lt;/strong&gt;you for all that you are. Through thick and thin. Whether you are strong or weak, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is supposed to be unconditional. I thought that...Obviously not the person I was/am in love with....I need to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've found thats what having friends is all about. People who are different from you, not main stream, sometimes to the extreme, yet, they love you for you. However, I've found that not to be true from my life experiences, too. (wasn't tryin to be a poet there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently do not have many true friends. The ones I have, know who they are. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my friends. I truly do, they know that. My true friends know I am a great - woman, single mother, mentor, inspirational leader, etc. No one defines who I am but me. No one else&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;defines who I am, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I thought for so long that what others thought of me was the most important thing in life, ever. That was what defined me as a person. My friends and my company do not define me. My actions do not define me. Those who &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; know me, know what defines me. We all do things that we regret or would have not done under the influence. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; does not define &lt;strong&gt;Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an individual. Love me or hate me. I am who I am. I'm human. I make mistakes. I do stupid things. Those that truly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me, get it, those who don't, will. I know who loves me and I can understand why those who don't, don't. I get it, you get it. Move on. However, I will still continue to not judge you. The rest of this story to be told......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Monetary needs - Yes, I'm Moving on... After 10 years with said company, we'll see what the future holds.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, I bid you all adieu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NiK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-3550980161707859189?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/3550980161707859189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=3550980161707859189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/3550980161707859189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/3550980161707859189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my-lord-yes-i-posted.html' title='Oh my lord! Yes I posted!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-2698180499565097333</id><published>2007-04-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:46:10.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im so excited and I just cant hide it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok - So if anyone has had to endure the experience of ordering tickets via ticketmaster, ya'll know that it can be a pain in the ass. Well, TOOL tickets went on sale at noon today. I had 5, yes, 5 ticketmaster sessions going on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I probably searched for tickets from anywhere from 10-20 times. Ok, this last one I search, I said to myself, is it. Im not wasting anymore time as the selection is not getting any better. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granted I went from section 320 in mez, to 104-106 in plaza. Now, 104 wouldnt be bad, as when Mikey and I went we had somewhere in like section 103. Good seats, good view. So, I wouldve settled for seats in this vicinity. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I do my last search, Im sitting here anticipating what its going to pull up. The little scroll bar scrolling back and forth, my wait less than 2 mins....Finally, the screen blips and my results are displayed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/RipMJawwO4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z6-EjPmEk5w/s1600-h/ToolTickets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055937256363146114" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/RipMJawwO4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z6-EjPmEk5w/s320/ToolTickets.JPG" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scottradecenter.net/seating/seat_end.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Seating Chart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!! I screamed. Yeah, I bought em. See, patience is a virtue LoL it was 12:20 pm. That means some poor fool had these tickets on their screen and waited longer than the 2 min time allotted for them to hold the tickets RIGHT when I submitted my search and I gottem! WooHoo. Anyway, Im excited.... Its gonna be a good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See some of ya's tonight for Dave and Em's BDay celebration!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Ya's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NiK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/RipL_6wwO3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/x5vnfAAW9zE/s1600-h/ToolTickets.JPG"&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/20074326-2698180499565097333?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/2698180499565097333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=2698180499565097333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/2698180499565097333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/2698180499565097333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-excited-and-i-just-cant-hide-it.html' title='Im so excited and I just cant hide it!!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PBJpTL3PX3g/RipMJawwO4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/z6-EjPmEk5w/s72-c/ToolTickets.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-7819684296755696150</id><published>2007-01-30T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:08:39.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car is fixed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, my poor car has been ill since after christmas. Thank god for good friends! Anyway, I finally had the time and $ to take it to the shop. I dropped it off at Dobbs on Saturday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat from Dobbs called me on monday to give me the scoop. Apparently mechanics automatically assume that because Im a woman, I have no knowledge of the innerds of an engine or how it works. The conversation goes like this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: Hi, Nichole? This is Pat from Dobbs calling about your avenger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hey Pat. So, whats the problem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: Well, you said there was smoke coming out the tailpipe when you started it or when it was idling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: Well, I told you Id check that before I even ran diags. We started it up and there was a minimal amount of smoke coming out of it. We let it idle for a while, and still wasnt a lot of smoke or enough to cause us to be concerned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Well, there was always enough for me to see it come around to the drivers side after I started it or when I was sitting at a stop light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: Well, I really dont think its a concern. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Well, Ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: The issue really seems to be with your spark plugs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:Ok. I figured as much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: Hmm, um, how do I explain this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: By telling me what the issue is? Duh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: Ok, Well, not really the spark plugs, but with the rings in the holes that the spark plugs fit into. Do you know anything about where the sparkplug's go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: (Thinking to myself sarcastically "No, I'm just a dumbass broad and have no idea what you're talking about") Yes, actually I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: How long would you say its been since you've had your plugs and wires done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hmm, about 4 years at least.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pat: OK, well the rings are deteriorated, which has caused oil to seep in, and is affecting the electrical system and in turn causing your car to misfire, blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ok, I completely understand. So you need to replace the rings, plugs and wires?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: Yeah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: and possibly the valve cover gasket?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: (Pausing and Sounding astonished) Well, Yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ok, so how much is this gonna run me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat: Right now, around $582.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ok, go ahead....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, that was my conversation with Pat from Dobbs. Now, I may not know a lot about engines, but thanks to My Father and Mikey, I know enough to get by. Just irritates me that mechanics always assume that because Im a female, I know nothing. I love it when I make them stop and think "Whoa".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Dad, Thanks Mikey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Ron from Dobbs called me today. The total was only $578.41. Wow, $3.59 cheaper than what I was originally quoted. It's times like this that really makes me miss having my own personal mike-chanic. *sigh* LoL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-7819684296755696150?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/7819684296755696150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=7819684296755696150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/7819684296755696150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/7819684296755696150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-car-is-fixed.html' title='My Car is fixed!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-8751984116193032923</id><published>2007-01-27T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:36:53.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q170/sassee37/NicholeSouthPark.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks Vi! LoL I think its totally me, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-8751984116193032923?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/8751984116193032923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=8751984116193032923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/8751984116193032923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/8751984116193032923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-i-did-saturday-night.html' title='What I did Saturday Night'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-2450341919784393423</id><published>2007-01-24T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:49:56.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally getting into the 21st century....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, as many of you know, I work in the IT field. Im a Geek. Nerd. Egghead. Whatever. Well, Ive been at the same place for almost 10 years. I know just about everyone and vice versa. Today I had a call to assist one of our wonderful payroll ladies with our payroll modulator demodulator. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I was down there unplugging, replugging, power cycling &amp;amp; rebooting things, I asked them a question I was sure they'd have an answer to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: You guys' (ladies actually) don't by chance know how long banks are going to have to call "Insert Payroll Company name here" to verify my checks are valid when I deposit them, do ya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payroll lady #1 looks at me in confusion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payroll lady #2 also looks at me quizically. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payroll lady #3 peeks her head around her cubicle to be sure I had actually said "Deposit my check" and also looks at me in confusion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Im guessing with the looks on their faces, Ive obviously confused them, and need to explain myself) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Well, the last 3 times I've deposited my check, they've had to call "Insert Payroll Company name here" to verify my check was legit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payroll lady #1: You deposit your checks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payroll lady #3: You work in IT and you still deposit your checks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payroll lady #2: I certainly would have thought with your techinical back ground you would direct deposit your check?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Payroll lady#1: Wow, only about 1/4 of people on payroll still actually depost their checks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Looking at all 3 ladies as though they just asked me the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.... I should have blurted out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultimate_Question"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!, but then I'dve had to explain that too.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Well, I dunno, just never thought about it. (Still fumbling with wires trying to figure out why in the year 2007 a well known "Insert Payroll Company name here" would still be using a modem!???) No good reason I guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payroll lady#1: Well, Id say when you start direct depositing your checks, they'll stop calling "Insert Payroll Company name here" to verify your checks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Gee, thanks Payroll lady #1. *shaking head*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, so I fix the modem and move on to the next task. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my way out of their office, I stop and pick up a "Direct Deposit" form. I complete the form, then email Payroll lady #2 to find out where or who I need to take this to. She emails me back and says either bring it down or send it up to us in an inter-office mailer. I laugh, inter-office mailer? You're maybe 75-100 feet away! LoL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I opt to walk it down there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payroll lady #2 wasnt at her desk (Some how in the 10 seconds after she had emailed me she vanished into thin air), so I left the form on her desk with a note.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 mins later I get an email from her that made me chuckle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Atta girl!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of you :)&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna love this trust me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*shaking head* Gotta love these ladies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q170/sassee37/HHGTTG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-2450341919784393423?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/2450341919784393423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=2450341919784393423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/2450341919784393423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/2450341919784393423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-getting-into-21st-century.html' title='Finally getting into the 21st century....'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-116914569658713069</id><published>2007-01-18T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:52:35.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow what a busy last week</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, havent posted here in awhile, but I figure since everyone generally reads blogs on here, I'll just post in both places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all know about the storm lastweek. My mom's house looks like a war zone. EVERY tree in her yard is pretty much a gonner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first tree to take the plunge was the one in her back yard. A friend of mine, myself and brax were watchin a movie (Well they were, I fell asleep) and all of the sudden we heard a big CRASH and the house shook. Well, the biggest limb on the tree in the back &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/1999/1600/43163/BackYard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/1999/320/90244/BackYard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yard snapped and crashed onto the glass patio table,&lt;br /&gt;luckily it didnt break the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first of an interesting evening. The next morning, we had no power, so we couldnt open the garage door. Silly me, I forgot you can pull the little chain thingy and open it manually. After I figured that out and opened the garage door, what I saw left me with only the words "Oh My God!".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think to start taking pics until after we had cleaned up a tad.....but here is some pics of the driveway, you get the jist of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/1999/1600/317914/driveway_Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/1999/320/626873/driveway_Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/1999/1600/927941/driveway1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/1999/320/483757/driveway1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/1999/1600/249102/tree%20grave%20yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7037/1999/320/541503/tree%20grave%20yard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me didnt move my car, when we came out it was completely hidden under the broken branches. Luckily there was no damage to the body, just my poor antenae LoL which is ok, cuz my radio doesnt work right now anway! Anyway, my parents currently "live" in Patton MO where they bought their land at, so I was left to move all this crap by myself. Luckily my step dad decided to come home yesterday and call a tree sercvice. I really didnt want to have to move all of those tree's by myself. That would have been no fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-116914569658713069?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/116914569658713069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=116914569658713069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/116914569658713069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/116914569658713069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow-what-busy-last-week.html' title='Wow what a busy last week'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-115826040447128990</id><published>2006-09-14T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T12:00:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving my blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok, blogger just isnt as much fun anymore, so I've moved my blog (Well, if you want to call it a blog) over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://Myspace.com/sassee37"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; . It just has way more bells and whistles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So bookmark that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://Myspace.com/sassee37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;link &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you still want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://Myspace.com/sassee37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;connected &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love Ya's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NiK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-115826040447128990?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/115826040447128990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=115826040447128990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/115826040447128990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/115826040447128990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/09/moving-my-blog_14.html' title='Moving my blog...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-115756353590082649</id><published>2006-09-06T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:25:35.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who your true friends are</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I guess its a fact of life. When you break up with someone that you have dated for a LONG time, it is at that point and time that you find out who your true friends are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You date someone for 9 years. YOU introduce this person to a group of people. You become friends with the same group for at least 6 of those 9 years. You do EVERYTHING with that group and I mean EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;6 years later you find yourself no longer with the person you were dating/living with while becoming such great friends with this group. The group that you thought were your friends suddenly stop calling you, asking you to hang out etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When He and I first broke up, the one thing I didnt think I would lose,out of everything else Ive lost due to this break-up, would be my friendship with this group. I never thought in a million years that I would become the outcast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Apparently, I was wrong, thats what I get for thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Its amazing how people can take sides so quickly and believe everything the other person is/has been telling them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It amazes me that it can be thought that he had no fault whatsoever in this break-up. That Im the reason for this happening. I am completely at fault, to blame. That he is perfect (Which he even admitted to me that he thinks he is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It amazes me that these people are being told things that are completely untrue, however, since he is telling them, theyre taking it as gospel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This hurts so much and makes me cry often, but...the one thing I have found out of this realization, is that there is &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; person, out of the whole group, who is truly &lt;strong&gt;my friend&lt;/strong&gt;.... And for that I want to thank her. I know she knows who she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A bit of advice to everyone out there that are friends with a couple that are going through a breakup: There is 2 sides to every story. Don't judge until you've heard both sides and know all the facts. Don't take sides. If you were true friends before, you should still be true friends after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's all I have to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-115756353590082649?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/115756353590082649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=115756353590082649' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/115756353590082649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/115756353590082649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-your-true-friends-are.html' title='Who your true friends are'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114965304938530911</id><published>2006-06-06T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:04:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly stories my Grandma taught me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so my sister and I were sitting at my mom's tonight singing "This old Man" with my Aunts friend's grandson (got that?) and we started reminiscing about silly stories we learned as kids. My Grandma Ginny is our favorite Grandma and taught us quite a few silly sayings. Such as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;I come before you to stand behind you&lt;br /&gt;To tell you something I know nothing about&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday, which is Good Friday,&lt;br /&gt;there's a Mother's meeting, fathers only;&lt;br /&gt;Admission free, pay at the door;&lt;br /&gt;pull up a chair and sit on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;One dark day in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Two dead boys began to fight&lt;br /&gt;back to back they faced each other&lt;br /&gt;Drew their swords and shot each other&lt;br /&gt;A deaf policeman heard the noise and came to kill the two dead boys&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me ask the blind man, she saw it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis on you pister, youre not so muckin fuch. Go back off in your own jack yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobs and gobs of greasey, grimey gopher guts&lt;br /&gt;petrified monkey's meat&lt;br /&gt;little birdies dirty feet&lt;br /&gt;french fried eyeballs drenched in a bottle of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B L double O D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my Grandma is quite a character. How odd it is though, that my sister and I still remember these quirky lil sayings that she taught us when we were 3 and 7 years of age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114965304938530911?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114965304938530911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114965304938530911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114965304938530911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114965304938530911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/06/silly-stories-my-grandma-taught-me.html' title='Silly stories my Grandma taught me'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114857002122895667</id><published>2006-05-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:23:06.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I was in Heaven last night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so if any of ya'll &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; know me, you will know that 2 of my favorite Band/Artists are LIVE and Prince.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(This is my desktop wallpaper at work. I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me some Ed Kowalczyk) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/DeskTop%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/DeskTop%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I have to say is I was jumpin' around and screamin' like a lil 13yo girl at a Backstreet Boys Concert (Sorry for lack of a better reference).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So not only did my Taylor win, I got to see Ed Kowalczyk and Prince in the same night. Im in a really good mood today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114857002122895667?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114857002122895667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114857002122895667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114857002122895667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114857002122895667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-i-was-in-heaven-last-night.html' title='OMG I was in Heaven last night...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114806251998154462</id><published>2006-05-19T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:15:19.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel today</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf?u=YUhSMGNEb3ZMMk52Ym5SbGJuUXViVzkyYVdWekxtTmtiaTV0ZVhOd1lXTmxMbU52YlM4d01EQTJOVGN4THpneUx6WXdMelkxTnpFM01EWXlPQzVtYkhZPQ==&amp;d=299" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=657170628&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114806251998154462?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114806251998154462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114806251998154462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114806251998154462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114806251998154462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-i-feel-today.html' title='How I feel today'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114765154087078030</id><published>2006-05-14T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:05:40.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Mother's Day! I can't say I had a really exciting one, kinda quiet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brax and I went up to the hospital and spent a few hours with my mom. I washed her hair for her. She's in really good spirits and doesnt seem to be in a lot of pain, however that could be contributed to the vicodin, Im sure. The 24 hour update shows that the Staph Infection (Cellulitis) is not multiplying. We find out tomorrow for sure.  Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I received a gift certificate for a manicure/pedicure. I guess now I'll have to cease and desist gnawing on my finger nails so I can use it LoL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope everyone had a good day. Ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114765154087078030?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114765154087078030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114765154087078030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114765154087078030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114765154087078030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114728327037337527</id><published>2006-05-10T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:58:10.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel right now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;read this.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Right Here" - Staind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I've been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;But just give me a break and see the changes that I've made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got some imperfections&lt;br /&gt;But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if you chose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not intending&lt;br /&gt;To be so &lt;em&gt;condescending&lt;/em&gt; it's as much as i can take&lt;br /&gt;and you're so independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just refuse to bend so I keep bending till I break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if you chose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a commitment&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;I needed fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;I found what I need in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to relive all the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've made along the way&lt;br /&gt;But I always find a way to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;I always find the words to say to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if I chose to walk away would you be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114728327037337527?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114728327037337527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114728327037337527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114728327037337527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114728327037337527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-i-feel-right-now.html' title='How I feel right now....'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114616065156411034</id><published>2006-04-27T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:01:35.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own Buddy Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brax had to do his "Living Museum" presentation at school today. For those of you that don't know what that is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids pick someone from history (Past or present day) to do a report on, dress up like and then recite the report from memory as if they were a wax figure in a museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braxton, being the music loving guitar player he is, chose Buddy Holly. He was awesome. I could not have been more proud. Here are some pics........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I know he kind of more resembles Roy Orbison, but he's not, He's Buddy Holly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/BuddyHolly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/BuddyHolly1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/BuddyHolly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/BuddyHolly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/BuddyHolly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/BuddyHolly3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/BuddyHolly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/BuddyHolly4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/BuddyHolly5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114616065156411034?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114616065156411034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114616065156411034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114616065156411034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114616065156411034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-very-own-buddy-holly.html' title='My very own Buddy Holly'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114602131805327031</id><published>2006-04-25T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:15:18.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd think they were blood related</title><content type='html'>Just a cute pic of Brax and Mikey's neice, Lauren. If you didnt know any better, you'd think they were brother and sister, but they're not. Not even blood related....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/BraxLauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/BraxLauren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lauren's baby sister, Lydia. She looks JUST like Daddy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Lydia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/Lydia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114602131805327031?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114602131805327031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114602131805327031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114602131805327031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114602131805327031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/04/youd-think-they-were-blood-related.html' title='You&apos;d think they were blood related'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114563617897773925</id><published>2006-04-21T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:16:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 04/21/06</title><content type='html'>Hey if anyone is interested, Brax has a baseball game tonight at 815 at &lt;a href="http://www.spaa.com/maps.htm"&gt;Shady Springs &lt;/a&gt;off Ehlman road in Cave Springs (Right next to the YMCA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their &lt;a href="http://www.spaa.com/summerschedule/SB_st_EE-BICB_SB105.htm"&gt;schedule &lt;/a&gt;too incase anyone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be done about 930 or so, anyone got anything going on tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114563617897773925?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114563617897773925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114563617897773925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114563617897773925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114563617897773925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-042106.html' title='Friday 04/21/06'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114459720008655182</id><published>2006-04-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T08:40:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about the lines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So I was lucky enough to be able to work from home on Friday. Im crosseyed, but I did get to enjoy some really nice scenery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/MikeyMowing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/MikeyMowing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ront yard... Oh wait, no thats the scenery LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This is to show how straight the lines must be in our yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Lawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/Lawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yes, Mikey mows part of the neighbors yard in front so that the stripes match ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/MowingNeighborsYard.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/MowingNeighborsYard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;See what I get to put up with. Id say there's a touch of OCD goin on here LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114459720008655182?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114459720008655182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114459720008655182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114459720008655182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114459720008655182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-all-about-lines.html' title='Its all about the lines...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114360250736957314</id><published>2006-03-28T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:21:47.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck</title><content type='html'>Did anyone else notice that all the contestants tonight on American Idol seemed off kilter? Even Chris, who normally gives a show stopping performance, was not impressive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose on the up side, seeing as they were all just not with it, it will be hard for America to vote off someone simply because of their performance tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see the results tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114360250736957314?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114360250736957314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114360250736957314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114360250736957314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114360250736957314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-heck.html' title='What the heck'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114296390402758244</id><published>2006-03-21T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:58:24.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SnoW DaY Pics.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Back yard was really pretty until the boys got ahold of it.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/SnowDay7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/SnowDay7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/SnowDay6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/SnowDay6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/SnowDay5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/SnowDay5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/SnowDay4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/SnowDay4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/SnowDay3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/SnowDay3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/SnowDay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/SnowDay2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/SnowDay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/SnowDay1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114296390402758244?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114296390402758244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114296390402758244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114296390402758244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114296390402758244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/03/snow-day-pics.html' title='SnoW DaY Pics.........'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114294817659506831</id><published>2006-03-21T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:36:16.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow DaY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Remember when you were a kid (For some of us that was longer ago than for others)? Waking up on a school day all groggy and dreading the long day ahead. Then hearing those wonderous words coming from Mom's mouth "No school today, its a Snow Day!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh Man, that was always the most wonderful thing. I don't know about the rest of you, but my mom always made us wait until at least 10am before we could go out in the Snow. Never understood why we couldnt go out at 630am. Well, now I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I woke Brax up at 630 this morning to tell him that there's no school today. Now, on a normal day, he would stay in bed an extra 5 mins or so while I go and make my coffee. Then he would get up and drudge down the hall way and plop himself at the kitchen table and scoop cereal into his mouth like a Zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Today, however, the Snow Gods shined upon him. He woke up with a grin on his face. I say "Guess What?", he replies "No School?!". "Yep!" I say.  Whooosh!!!! go the blankets and he hops out of bed like his butts on fire. All I can do is giggle at him and give him a morning hug, as I remember those days all too well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So then, its 7am, he's been on his computer now for a half hour. His buddies (Grant and Shane) live accross the street. Apparently the Snow Gods shined upon them this morning as well because theyre up and on their computers too. Both of them are on http://www.runescape.com/, apparently this is the new fad for boys.  Anyway, Brax yells out "Mom?! The phone is gonna ring in about 5mins". "Why?" I reply. "Well, Shanes gonna call" he says.  I look at the clock, its only 7am. I say "Uhh, I dont think so dude. Its only 7am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Good Greif!!! Well anyway. I guess I'll go feed him some breakfast now. He's bouncing off the walls and torturing the poor cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So for now, I will bid you all adieu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114294817659506831?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114294817659506831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114294817659506831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114294817659506831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114294817659506831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/03/snow-day.html' title='Snow DaY!!!!!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114288324299845516</id><published>2006-03-20T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:43:00.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So I was watching/listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/default.cdnx/id/11925653/displaymode/1157" target="_remote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The TODAY Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; this morning. Security Specialist Bill Stanton assisted with yet another "what if" situation. This time he had a 7 yo little girl and staged an abduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not once, Not twice, but 3 times White people walked by and didnt do a damn thing. They would turn around to see the commotion, but kept on going, did nothing to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 hours later, they did it again. This time, 2 men, YOUNG BLACK MEN, stopped and looked at the situation. Without even conferriing with each other they BOTH ran after Bill. Not only that, but at the same time, along the street a truck stopped in the middle of busy NY traffic and jumped out to run after this guy. He was HISPANIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WTF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2 of the most highly criticized races, in regards to violence, took action to save a child from an abuction, but you have a WHITE Dad and his son, a WHITE 50ish couple and a WHITE 30ish chick that just look and keep walking, they didnt even stop to assess the situation even though the little girl was yelling at the top of her lungs "Help me, Youre not my dad" and he was dragging her off by her arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What does that say about our society? People are so numb to everything that they don't want to get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im sorry, I don't care what race or creed you are. If I'm walking down the street and I see something like that, I would approach the guy/woman and the child to see what was going on and if I still didnt feel comfortable with the situation, I'd call the police. I can't imagine no one doing anything. It was almost like they were thinking "Oh Im not going to get involved, someone else will help.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just cannot fathom that. I must say this morning, when the 2 young black men and the young hispanic man came to the little caucasion girls rescue, I actually yelled out "Yeah!!! Way to go guys!" with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114288324299845516?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114288324299845516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114288324299845516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114288324299845516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114288324299845516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/03/amazing.html' title='Amazing...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114261471014139461</id><published>2006-03-17T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:58:30.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster is not alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;OMG and I thought Buster was huge!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/fatcat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/fatcat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/fatcat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/fatcat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/fatcat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/fatcat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/fatcat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114261471014139461?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114261471014139461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114261471014139461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114261471014139461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114261471014139461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/03/buster-is-not-alone.html' title='Buster is not alone...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114253729072426571</id><published>2006-03-16T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:13:03.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Well, Well...</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that Ace was in the Bottom 3? I sure would have thought it have been Melissa, Kevin and Bucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad Melissa is gone. I did not like her nor think she could sing. I really hope the next one is Kevin. After that it will be really hard for me to vote one off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/AI_Melissa_ByeBye.jpg" width="485" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114253729072426571?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114253729072426571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114253729072426571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114253729072426571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114253729072426571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-well-well.html' title='Well, Well, Well...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114245684499252389</id><published>2006-03-15T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:07:25.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we're down to our final 12. Who will be voted off tonight? I have a gut feeling it may be lil Kevy Kev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Shall See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/AIFinal12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/AIFinal12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114245684499252389?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114245684499252389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114245684499252389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114245684499252389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114245684499252389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-will-it-be.html' title='Who will it be?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-114115240263256323</id><published>2006-02-28T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:46:45.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>America Idol is on tonight WooHoo. I love this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday nights Brax and I curl up on the couch and watch it together. We usually like the same people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night I either go to Christals or RayeAnne's. Its a ritual. It's one night during the week MiKeY knows I will NOT be home. I love hanging out with my girlfriends and watching this stuff. We get into girly arguments over who's better. Plus I get to spend some quality time with my best friends. This year, so far, we all agree on the same people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is on Thursday nights as well, I watch it at home. By myself. Yelling like a maniac at the T.V. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are MY choices in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/AIChoices.jpg" width="487" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I must say Yes Ace and Chris are HOTTTTT!!! However, they can sing, so looks arent everything LoL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. Don't have a lot more to say....so I shall bid you all adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-114115240263256323?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/114115240263256323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=114115240263256323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114115240263256323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/114115240263256323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113996593368743310</id><published>2006-02-14T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:20:43.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey believes it to be a huge Corporate, Money Hungry Marketing event. I will never ever get a card. "Men should not get things on Valentines day, It's a Chick day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't disagree with him a tad bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I have to beg to get flowers or whatever Hallmark is pushing (I still love my Kiss Kiss Bears!) I'm not a rose person. I like the odd flowers. Lily's, Daisies, Bird of Paradise, etc. I even dislike Diamonds, I'd rather have a Sapphire (MiKeY if you read this, HUSH LoL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I said absolutely nothing about Valentines Day. Nothing about cards, flowers or even the fact that it was coming up. I just assumed I would get nothing. I assumed he would just forget about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, no matter how late he is running, Mikey kisses me on what ever part of my upper body happens to be sticking out from beneath the covers (He kissed my fingers the other morning cuz that's all that was sticking out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he kissed me on the forehead and perspicuously &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;(I get points for that Em!)&lt;/span&gt; said "Happy Valentines Day, Hunni" and left. That made my day. That was enough to make this a great Valentines Day, I couldn't have asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get out of bed and look down the hall way to the kitchen table. Nothing. No card, no flowers, nothing. I go in and tell Brax its time to get up. He grunts at me. I make my way down the hall into the dining area, still not seeing anything on the table. I went into the kitchen and groggily made my morning coffee. Went back down the hall to wake up my lil munchkin butt again. This time when I came down back down the hallway I noticed something on the table. A bundle of something. So I scurried (Yes, Scurried) to the table and snapped up the bundle. I stopped and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Roses, beautiful, aromatic Red Roses. Yes, a tear came to my eye as I whispered to myself "Damn you MiKeY". LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 543px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="410" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/VDayRoses.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113996593368743310?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113996593368743310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113996593368743310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113996593368743310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113996593368743310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113960200617999349</id><published>2006-02-10T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:06:46.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unfortunately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately, Nichole's sense of humor couldn't conceal her bad attitude, which grew with each passing week. She and Joe finally butted heads over the issue of her meager salary. I can still remember the look on her face as she stormed out of the building for the last time. Transforming her face into a cold mask, she flashed the peace sign to me as she passed my desk. "Watch your back," she said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113960200617999349?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113960200617999349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113960200617999349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113960200617999349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113960200617999349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-unfortunately.html' title='My Unfortunately...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113954722189595401</id><published>2006-02-09T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T06:34:33.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Em</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/252_5227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/200/252_5227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.jokaroo.net/flash/llamasong.swf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="FF00FF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's a llama&lt;br /&gt;There's a llama&lt;br /&gt;And another little llama&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy llamaFunny llama&lt;br /&gt;Llama llama duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llama llama&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake llama&lt;br /&gt;Tablet brick potato llama&lt;br /&gt;Llama llama&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom llama&lt;br /&gt;Llama llama duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a tree house&lt;br /&gt;I lived in a cake&lt;br /&gt;But I never saw the way&lt;br /&gt;The orange slayed the rake&lt;br /&gt;I was only three years deadBut it told a tale&lt;br /&gt;And now listen little child&lt;br /&gt;To the safety rail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever&lt;br /&gt;See a llama&lt;br /&gt;Kiss a llama on the llama&lt;br /&gt;Llama's llama&lt;br /&gt;Tastes of llama&lt;br /&gt;Llama llama duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a llama&lt;br /&gt;Twice the llama&lt;br /&gt;Not a llama farmer llama&lt;br /&gt;Llama in a&lt;br /&gt;Car alarm a&lt;br /&gt;Llama llama duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that how it's told now?&lt;br /&gt;Is it all so old?&lt;br /&gt;Is it made of lemon juice?&lt;br /&gt;Doorknob, ankle, cold.&lt;br /&gt;Now my song is getting thin,&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to retire now,&lt;br /&gt;And become a duck. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113954722189595401?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113954722189595401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113954722189595401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113954722189595401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113954722189595401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-for-em.html' title='Just for Em'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113796619174787662</id><published>2006-01-22T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:43:11.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunscreen is your friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/red%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/red%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#DC143C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ran across this picture from a float trip back in uhhhh I believe 98 or 99...*Note to self, even if its hazy out, put sunscreen on the top of your legs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113796619174787662?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113796619174787662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113796619174787662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113796619174787662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113796619174787662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunscreen-is-your-friend.html' title='Sunscreen is your friend'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113780274311526185</id><published>2006-01-20T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:19:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Funny....</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#00FF7F"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/readwomistake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/400/readwomistake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113780274311526185?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113780274311526185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113780274311526185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113780274311526185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113780274311526185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-night-funny.html' title='Friday Night Funny....'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113754344442189390</id><published>2006-01-17T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:18:17.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="CC3399"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woo Hoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/AIReallySmall.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/200/AIReallySmall.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;is on tonight!! I've been waiting forever.  MiKeY won't be home for the next 3 months on Tuesday's and Wednesdays LoL. That's ok, Brax likes to watch it with me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday MiKeY was off work for MLK day (That's Martin Luther King for those of us with no clue , ahem, BiLL). So he got up before me so he could take a shower and what have you. I get up when he's done and go out to make my coffee. He's standing there in the kitchen dunking a tea bag in a coffee mug. Now, with a normal person that wouldn't strike me as odd, However this is Mikey I'm talking about. He is about as strange as they come. Not only that, he doesn't like or drink hot stuff other than Hot Chocolate and that's only because it has chocolate in it. But I digress....So I ask him in my just woke up I need coffee voice "What the heck are you doing? Since when do you drink Hot Tea". He replies "It's Chai.".  I reply with "You are so odd.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, MiKeY drinking Chai Tea, whoda thunk it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a boring day. I had a conference call with an arrogant web consultant. I hate the fact that men in the IT/Web field think women are ignorant. Yes, so traditionally it's considered the "Good ole boys club". But really people, its the new millennium. Women know as much, usually more, than these men tend to think they do. We make less money, but our talents usually out weigh theirs 100 to 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as this jerk wad is babbling on about their site and how they have these certain requirements, he tells me to click on this link on their page. So, I do. The page opens in a new window. I look at the heading on the page, then look at the title of the page. Hmmm...they don't match. So we mention this to him. Dead Silence. Then "Oh, uhh, hmm, yeah, I see that. I see that there is a mistake there. I'm not sure how that happened. We'll have to investigate that.".  My boss and I just look at each other and smirk (Can't laugh out loud, they'd hear us, that would be bad).  Anyway, just aggravates me that this guy was talking all high and mighty, then I, this lowly woman, point out HIS mistake. It was refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;Welp, I'm off to make dinner. AI will be on in exactly 43 mins and I can't miss the beginning....So with that, I bid you all adieu. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113754344442189390?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113754344442189390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113754344442189390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113754344442189390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113754344442189390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/01/woo-hoois-on-tonight-ive-been-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113746306368620590</id><published>2006-01-16T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:20:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More quizzes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FFC0CB"&gt;Your Girl Parts Are Named:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Velvet Love Pocket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/girlpartsname.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Girl Parts Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#40E0D0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 80s Theme Song:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#20B2AA"&gt;Your 80s Theme Song is &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00CED1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come On Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/80sthemesong"&gt;What's Your 80's Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#1E90FF"&gt;Odd, anyone that knows me well, knows thats one of my favoritist songs!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113746306368620590?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113746306368620590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113746306368620590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113746306368620590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113746306368620590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-quizzes.html' title='More quizzes.....'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113720068404151073</id><published>2006-01-13T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:04:44.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child of the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="BB00BB"&gt;What I dont understand is that I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;KNOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I answered &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;EVERY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; question correctly and it still only gave me this score. I think whoever made this quiz doesnt know their 80's music!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Scored 95% Correct&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an 80s expert&lt;br /&gt;You never confuse New Order with the Pet Shop Boys&lt;br /&gt;You know which classical musician Falco rocked&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to 80s music, you Just Can't Get Enough!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/knowabout80smusicquiz/"&gt;How Much Do You Know About 80s Music?&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/20074326-113720068404151073?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113720068404151073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113720068404151073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113720068404151073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113720068404151073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/01/child-of-80s.html' title='Child of the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113702776803028177</id><published>2006-01-11T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:31:27.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im addicted to on line quizzes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF1493"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of American Are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% "Average American"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howaverageamericanareyouquiz/american.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#FF1493"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are average because you rate your appearance 5 or higher.&lt;br /&gt;You are not average since you would pay to go in space.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howaverageamericanareyouquiz/"&gt;How "Average American" Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#3CB371"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of Kisser are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Expert Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/expert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#3CB371"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#7B68EE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How is your Inner Child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Naughty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/naughty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#7B68EE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a child, you tend to discount social rules.&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much fun to break the rules!&lt;br /&gt;You love trouble - and it seems that trouble loves you.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what, you refuse to grow up!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8A2BE2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Temperament are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#8A2BE2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF1493"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG!!&lt;/b&gt; That's Really Scary!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F08080" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#F08080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constance  Moulin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4500"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whats your power color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok This one is waaaay too creepy. *peering into monitor* Can they see me in there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FFE4B5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your life were a movie, what genre would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/indie-flick.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#FFE4B5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.&lt;br /&gt;Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clerks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Garden State, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to scare other people...&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you scare yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird 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/20074326-113702776803028177?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113702776803028177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113702776803028177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113702776803028177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113702776803028177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-addicted-to-on-line-quizzes.html' title='Im addicted to on line quizzes!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113702690214785691</id><published>2006-01-11T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:59:16.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In response to "Violet"'s blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A0CDFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stripper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E1FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and Servant by Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a new game&lt;br /&gt;We like to play you see&lt;br /&gt;A game with added reality&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a dog&lt;br /&gt;Get me down on my knees"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF1493"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heh, that is &lt;i&gt;SOOO&lt;/i&gt; me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113702690214785691?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113702690214785691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113702690214785691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113702690214785691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113702690214785691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-response-to-violets-blog.html' title='In response to &quot;Violet&quot;&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113597494919299987</id><published>2005-12-30T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:35:49.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day before New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Friday EVERYONE!!! Im so glad this week is over. Even though it was only a 4 day work week for me, it took forever for friday to get here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get to go pick up Brax tonight. I love my weekends. I miss him so much on my off weeks, I look so forward to seeing him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think tonight we'll even go over to B &amp; C's or stay home and watch movies. Its up to Brax what we do. I don't think he'll mind going over to B &amp;amp; C's now that he has his Nintendo DS. He'll have something to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikey went and picked up the rest of our Bathroom tile on Weds. Now all I have to do is pick a paint color, decide on a faucet and a counter top. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The paint shouldnt be so hard. The faucet should be fairly easy too. I just want something in brushed metal. I do not want anything shiny. Im very messy when it comes to brushing my teeth and do not want to have to clean the faucet all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The countertop on the other hand is going to be a hard one.  I can't decide if I want one where the sink sits under it or on top of it. I have no idea what color I want either. Mikey suggested white. I think not. Our tile for the shower and the floor is a terracotta color (like the tiles in our bathrooms in Playa Del Carmen). White will not work.  I need to figure this out soon. The redoing the bathroom is supposed to be our winter project. UgH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, New Years is tomorrow. I think we're going over to C &amp; L's.  Mindy is going to Amanda's humble abode. It will be wierd not spending NYE with her, I've spent the last 3 with her and the crew. I told her we'll just have to make sure we call each other. LoL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway, its only 235 pm, 2 more hours to go til I getta pick up Brax...I cant wait....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113597494919299987?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113597494919299987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113597494919299987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113597494919299987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113597494919299987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-before-new-years-eve.html' title='Day before New Years Eve'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113582973709922058</id><published>2005-12-28T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:15:37.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today was a good day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Work was good although busy. The 2 guys Im stuck in a room with all day constantly have me shaking my head in disbelief at the things they do and say. But, at least they're entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait...one thing did happen today. I had a major blonde moment. Haven't had one of those in a LONG time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, at around 10:30 am I went to the gas station to buy smokey treats and a Mountain Dew. As I was walking up to the registers (there are 2, one on the right and one on the left) there was a guy at the left counter with a cell phone stuck to his ear.  He had just paid for whatever he bought and was walking toward the exit still with the cell phone stuck to his ear. At the same time I was heading for the register on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the register on the left  had started telling him about something he bought as he was walking away with the cell phone stuck to his ear. I was trying to get around him so as not to bump into him, however he was totally oblivious to the fact that I was even there. He just kept walking, with the cell phone stuck to his ear talking to the clerk and whoever he was on the phone with at the same time. I literally had to stop on my tippy toes, my shoes even squeaked, so he didnt knock me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk at the right side register, that I was trying to get to, saw what was taking place. We just looked at each other and at the same time said "How rude!!". Now, anyone who knows me knows I love to say things such as "Rude Much!!!!???" very loudly, not necessarily directly to the offending party, but loud enough so that the offending party can hear or at least tell they've pissed me off. However, Mr. I have a cell phone stuck to my ear and am oblivious to the world around me because Im so important that I must talk on my cellphone while Im in the store, was still oblivious to the fact that he almost knocked me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I cannot stand its people blabbing on their cell phones while theyre in a store. Simply because 99.9% of the time they pay no attention what so ever to the people around them and when they run into someone, they give them the look of death as though it was that persons fault they weren't paying attention. I HATE that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after that little incident, I finally made it to the register to pay for my things. Now, keep in mind I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; pay debit, just cuz that's how I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; do it. The clerk couldn't get their debit thing to work, so I did credit. I signed the little receipt, grabbed my items and went on my merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 3 hours later, 1:30 pm, Im starving to death. So I decide to go get some lunch. Anyone who knows where my work is knows that we do not have a whole lot to choose from when it comes to fast food. We have McDonalds, ChuckABurger, Jack n the Crack, Mr. Goodcents, Subway and one other place that I dont know the name of. I decide I feel like some McDonald french fries. Now, I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;a fan of McDonalds. But they have the best damn french fries and once in awhile I get a hankerin' for em. So there I am in the drive thru. 2 cars in front of me. I reach in my purse to get my debit card and can't seem to locate it. I take everything out of my purse, still no debit card. Now I know I just used my debit card earlier in the morning so it cant be far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I whip out of line (didnt want to be one of those people that order then get up to the window and say "Uhh, I dont have any money") and head for the gas station right across the street. I parked at the gas station, checked under my seat, in my purse again, still no debit card. Then I remembered that when I was there earlier, I had to sign for my purchase which is not part of my normal routine. So, on a hunch I wander back in the store. Luckily the same clerk was working from this morning. I say "Did I by chance leave my debit card here?". She gets all excited and shouts to the other clerk (on the infamous left register) "The lady who left her card came back", "I was so upset that I didnt catch you before you drove off and was just sure that you wouldnt remember where you left your card!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice is that. She remembered me. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grab my card and head back to McDonalds to get my french fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113582973709922058?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113582973709922058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113582973709922058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113582973709922058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113582973709922058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/nothing-much-today_28.html' title='Nothing much today'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113573953125807166</id><published>2005-12-27T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T19:12:11.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and their stuff....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok, I thought since Brax doesnt have school tomorrow that we'd clean up his room. I wanted to do it before Mikey got in there and threw everything away. I definitely did not want to deal with the wrath of Braxton if Mikey had thrown anything of value away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Before dinner, around 6pm, I went through the clothes hanging up in his closet. Took out all the Tshirts, dress shirts etc. that he could no longer wear (although he swears that the size small camoflauge T-Shirt he's had for 2 years still fits) and shoes that, although he loves, no longer fit on his ski's. I hung everything else that still fits back up in the closet by order of long sleeves to short sleeves and then by color (yes, Im a freak. You should see my closet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then I went through his chest of drawers. Took out all the mismatched socks (Damn hungry ass dryer), pajama's that needed to be thrown out 2 years ago, shorts that are so short on him now they may have looked good on him if he were born back in the 70's, highwater jeans/cords, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All of that filled up an oversized clothes basket. I finished with that right about dinner time. 6:30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;After Dinner, I instructed him that he was to start our excursion by picking up all of his lego's. I got an eye roll for that request. But he did it. I then went in with a box of trash bags and began going through every little nook and cranny of his room. How do kids get all the &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt; they get. By &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt; I mean, little sticky hand things, yugi OH cards, stickers, candy (You would not believe the # of candy wrappers I threw out), little hand held games, decks of cards (He had 2 decks of cards from Arby's. Both shaped like the Arby's oven mit - gone!) little cross word books, bouncy balls, just all kinds of little &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;. I have no other word for it other than &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, all of this &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt; filled up 2 trash bags. Then.....I dusted. OMG, there was at least (This is NO joke) 1" of dust on this childs dresser and computer desk. How disgusting is that? So, at about 845pm, we were done. Well, I was done. He spent most of the time dancing around his room to Smashmouth and Greenday while shouting out yes or no every once in awhile to my "What is this and do you need/want it anymore?" questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, here I sit at 9:05pm. Finally getting to wind down. Brax and Mikey are out in the living room watching Star Wars - Revenge of the Sith. I think Im going to go lay down in my bed and watch my brand new 20" flat screen TV and fall asleep.......So with that, I bid you all Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113573953125807166?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113573953125807166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113573953125807166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113573953125807166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113573953125807166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/kids-and-their-stuff_27.html' title='Kids and their stuff....'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113564808130270515</id><published>2005-12-26T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:48:01.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh Christmas is over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/320/Brax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So Christmas went well for us. We went to my mom's house for Christmas Eve (tradition). All the kids opened their presents as well as Brax and Marc LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brax was so cute. He opened his Amp and instead of saying, "Where's the guitar". He says "Oh yeah, Mikey said we'll get a guitar later". He was happy as a lark with just the amp. We hid the Guitar behind the Christmas tree and didn't include it with his mound of presents to open. The Amp was the last thing he opened. So after he said the cutest thing all year, we handed him the Guitar. The look on his face was priceless. I proudly announced, "Now I have my own little Billy Joe!". Of course, Brax and I were the only ones that got that, but that's all that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I got new piggy slippers, If anyone has seen my existing ones, you know I needed new ones....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/MePiggys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/MePiggys.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/200/MePiggys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, every year Mikey and I agree not to get each other anything for Christmas. But, as usual I'm the only one that follows this rule. So yeah, sitting in our living room for 2 days was this Huge Heavy box, approximately 3x3x3 and Heavy as all hell. So Christmas morning I make Mikey open what few cheesy gifts I got him (a Tshirt that says "Its just a flesh wound" with the Black Knight on it, a Tshirt with the Spy vs. Spy guys, DVD's - The Craft - All of Me - The Golden Child - Fraggle Rock and some slippers) then I open mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got several cool DVDs - Stand By Me - Willy Wonka (Original) - Willy Wonka (Remake w/ Johnny Depp) - Primal Fear (With my Ed YuM YuM). Then I open the Huge mystery box, its a 20" flat screen TV with a DVD and VHS combo WooHoo!!!!! (First thing I say is "Now Lil isnt stuck watching just VHS tapes, LoL". So anyway, we take it out of the box (Im excited to get it setup) when much to our dismay, the lower right hand corner of the TV by the speakers is all bashed in. Well, apparently when Mikey went to get this for me, it was the only one left in stock at Best Buy. The box was crushed, but the sales guy wouldnt let Mikey take it out of the box to see if it was ok. Well, it wasnt. So Mikey and Brax will be taking it back on Tuesday to get me a new one. I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So all in all we all had a great Christmas. I was very content with all my presents as was Mikey and Brax. But, I must say the best Gift of all was being able to spend Christmas Eve with my Mom. I didn't need any gifts as long as I had that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope everyone else had a great Christmas, I know we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113564808130270515?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113564808130270515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113564808130270515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113564808130270515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113564808130270515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/ahhh-christmas-is-over.html' title='Ahhh Christmas is over....'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113538301792658454</id><published>2005-12-23T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:10:17.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shopping Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeah, I'll never go near the mall again on the day before Christmas Eve. OMG!!!! People everywhere driving like morons...Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left for Shopping at 11am. Went and had lunch at Jack 'n' the Crack. Went and picked up my nephew, Marc. We have about 5 more people to shop for. I didn't want to go anywhere near Mid Rivers Mall so Mikey and Marc suggested the Mills. Ok, fine, there are so many stores there we're bound to find something for all 5 people we have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong, Mikey is not a shopper #1. #2, I don't feel I should have to shop for the people that are on his list. So, with that said, we ended up buying me 2 shirts from Banana Republic, 2 Green day posters for Brax (Who we were already done shopping for) and we got his Secret Santa gift for Bill's Garage. Thats it. LoL yeah, we got home at 5:30pm. 6.5 hours and we bought 1 gift for the 5 people we were supposed to be buying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Mikey will be going out tomorrow morning and finishing up since the people we need gifts for are his family. Im finished with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my Friday afternoon off.....Tonight...party at Mike and Diana's WooHoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Ho Ho Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113538301792658454?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113538301792658454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113538301792658454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113538301792658454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113538301792658454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/holy-shopping-batman_23.html' title='Holy Shopping Batman!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113531296058481550</id><published>2005-12-22T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:42:40.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, Im always Crabby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/62/9142/320/Crabby.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #DE4AE0; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/62/9142/200/Crabby.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113531296058481550?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113531296058481550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113531296058481550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113531296058481550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113531296058481550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-im-always-crabby.html' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113531292371029908</id><published>2005-12-22T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:42:03.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/62/9142/640/NikMikeMexico.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #DE4AE0; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/62/9142/320/NikMikeMexico.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113531292371029908?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113531292371029908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113531292371029908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113531292371029908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113531292371029908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/arent-we-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113527607746921524</id><published>2005-12-22T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:32:18.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before the day before Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well hi there...So, today is December 22, 2005. The day before the day before Christmas eve and I still have not finished all of my Christmas shopping. BUT!.....Im done shopping for Brax, so that's all that really matters. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me tell you whats been going on with me. Yesterday I woke up, my left eye felt a little weird (Kinda like your eyes feel when you've slept really hard). So I make Brax's breakfast and my morning coffee. I take myself and my coffee to the bathroom, as Im trying to look in the mirror at what ever this is going on with my eye, I set my coffee down on the edge of the sink counter (without looking) and then Crash Bang Boom! splatter!!!! Yes, I sat the cup too close to the edge of the sink and the whole cup of scalding hot coffee splashes all over the counter, all over the wall behind the comode and all over the floor. This is gonna be a good day, I can already tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I still havent gotten to see what is wrong with my eye as I must clean up the coffee spill before it becomes a sugary glue all over our walls and floor. As we all know if this were to happen Id be in Mikey Hell! So I get that all cleaned up and finally get to look in the mirror. OMG!!!!! I scream. "I look like Quasimoto!". Yes the cold that Ive been fighting for the last 2 weeks seems to have made its way to my left eye. My eyelid looks like someone socked me in it and is swollen. My eyeball itself is bloodshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon at about 3 I call my doctor, again, they say they probaby cant get me in (I knew this already). I explained I need something for my Quasimoto eye and my raw red throat. So finally at about 6pm lastnight the nurse calls and says they called me in a script for Amoxicillan and some kinda eye drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mikey goes and gets these for me. I take the pill and put in the drops and go to bed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that was yesterday. Now we're at today. I wake up and my eye feels funky still. I go look in the mirror, ACK!!!! The cold has now moved down to beneath my eye too. So now I look like Mikey finally had enough of my shit and socked me in the eye. This really sucks. Let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's whats been going on today so far. It is only 12:30, so Im sure that's not all that will rear its ugly head today.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113527607746921524?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113527607746921524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113527607746921524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113527607746921524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113527607746921524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-before-day-before-christmas-eve.html' title='The day before the day before Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20074326.post-113519375203913239</id><published>2005-12-21T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:35:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is my first post. Im sitting here at work and actually do not have anything to do. So, I thought, what the hell. Everyone else is doing it, why don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, It'll most likely be random blogging. I mean, I have a lot to say, but usually people don't care to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that said....welcome to my blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20074326-113519375203913239?l=sassee37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/feeds/113519375203913239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20074326&amp;postID=113519375203913239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113519375203913239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20074326/posts/default/113519375203913239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassee37.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17111079606816760462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7037/1999/1600/Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
