<?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-21819158</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:10:22.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGIE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-116950672289897273</id><published>2007-01-22T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:04:11.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack! I'm a little scared.</title><content type='html'>Neil and I just bought a lot to build on! I'm scared but really excited. It seems that lately we've spending a fortune but really I need to think of as investing...not spending. We're invested in Maddie's (and future child(s)) education, we're investing in real estate, we're investing (just a little, I'm chicken!) in stock.....whew that sounds better than saying I spent a whole hell of a lot of money. In other news I feel pregnant! SO far the one test I've taken was neg., but I'm not due to start yet so I'm going to wait a week or so and retest. I just feel pregnant.....*sigh* we're going to Disney in 4 months. Oh well, I won't be too big (if I'm even pregnant).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-116950672289897273?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116950672289897273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=116950672289897273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/116950672289897273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/116950672289897273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/ack-im-little-scared.html' title='Ack! I&apos;m a little scared.'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-116672216081929922</id><published>2006-12-21T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:29:20.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been  decided</title><content type='html'>that if I can find a good part time job (like Starbucks! one or two shifts a week) that when we have another baby I'll be staying home for  a  year. Eek! While I'm super excited, I'm also scared to death. I've never been the stay at home type. I like work....but seeing how breast feeding is really important to us, and I hate hate hate fucking pumping (I tried with M) I'll be home at least a year.Hopefully by that point the baby would only need a couple of feedings a day, so maybe we wouldn't ahve to pump. Or if we did just once a day. I aslo started thinking about how much busier we'll be with two kids. LIke with Maddie we just cahnged our life to fit her. With a second you can't really do that. While I worked with M she still had me to herself every night, with a baby I'll be sharing my time. So by staying home, I'll get some quality baby/mommy time too. I think we have it planned out. We'll start trying in July/August 07, the baby will be born around May so M, baby, and I will have about 3 months and then M will start school, so the baby and I will have 9 months. All this sounds great, we just ahve to see if I can find a job with benifits that will fit the needs of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-116672216081929922?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116672216081929922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=116672216081929922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/116672216081929922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/116672216081929922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-decided.html' title='It&apos;s been  decided'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115773160323854128</id><published>2006-09-08T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:06:43.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How important is Sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jennnster.blogspot.com/2006/09/penny-for-your-loving.html"&gt;This post &lt;/a&gt;of Jennster's combined with a conversation I had last night, got me to thinking. How important should sex be in your relationship? Seriously Neil and aren't not really sexual people. I mean we enjoy sex, but it isn't something that takes precedent in our relationship. We're very intimate people, but being intimate for us doesn't always or even most of the time lead up to sex. I mean we're not celibate or anything....But I honestly can say that if either of us couldn't have sex for an extended period of time that we would never miss a beat. I guess we have so much more, he's my friend, my rock, my provider, the father of my child, the man of my dreams, and so much more. Sure he's my lover....But for us that comes after everything else. At the end of the day, if I crawl in bed and moan how exhausted I am, I don't have to worry about Neil trying to paw all over me. My friend that is getting married in March made note that she hopes their relationship never comes to this. Why? I mean I guess since they were sexual maybe from the beginning? Neil and I didn't have sex for awhile because we lived in two separate cities. Everything we knew about one another was through phone conversation. Maybe I'm a freak but I consider us lucky. I don't think you can make a relationship work on sex, but if it just happens to be an added bonus then that's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115773160323854128?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115773160323854128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115773160323854128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115773160323854128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115773160323854128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-important-is-sex.html' title='How important is Sex?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115627318170437105</id><published>2006-08-22T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:13:19.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a little Trip</title><content type='html'>Neil and I went to Destin for a long weekend, we left Thursday morning and came back late Sunday night. We had a freakin blast even though it was like a million degrees outside. We stayed at this little bungalow right in the middle of all these huge ass skyrise condos.We had like our own little private beach and pier, and this private deck with a pool. Thursday night we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.swampclub.com/swamp/"&gt;Swamp&lt;/a&gt; Thursday night, and they had a foam party. It was fun, if you don't mind being sticky and wet. Friday we went out on the boat for the day. Let me add here that it was Boat week in Destin this past week....so &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/160923217eqRuAQ/3"&gt;Crab Island&lt;/a&gt; was packed. They also had a poker run on Saturday, which is basically about 30 or 40 million dollar race boats that go bar hopping along the intercoastal waterway from Panama City to Pensacola, Fl. Neil and I rented Jet Ski's for the day on Friday and my legs and arms hurt for three freakin days! But it was so worth it, we had a blast racing each other, and jumping waves in the gulf. Saturday night we went back tot he Swamp to watch Candlebox....who was fucking awesome! The lead singer from Candlebox looks soooo much different that he did 10 years ago! I was a little disappointed that they didn't play but like 45 minutes, but it was hot as hell and there was like 2000 people in there so I didn't mind leaving. Then we hit the strip club.....bowchicabowow! Neil and I went back to the room and fell asleep on the beach, and didn't wake up until sunrise (lol, which was only like 3 hours after we got back) We had a great time, and I have pics but I can't upload them until tomorrow. We hope to go to Vegas sometime this fall, so this should hold us over until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115627318170437105?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115627318170437105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115627318170437105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115627318170437105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115627318170437105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-little-trip.html' title='Take a little Trip'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115454652649226264</id><published>2006-08-02T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:22:06.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddie's birthday is the 4th of August</title><content type='html'>now repeat 100x. M's school has a board at the front of the office that changes every month for birthdays. When I dropped her off this morning I noticed that the 2nd birthday was my child's, then I  noticed the date beside it said 8-5. I thought huh, her birthday is the 4th not the 5th...or is it? WHen I got out to the car I called Neil and asked, just to be sure. His response....the first week of August. Well no shit. The only reason you remember that is beacause that is the ONLY week ever that you've had to wash your own clothes. I asked is it the 4th or the 5th. "well if you wouldn't have confused me with two days I could have told you.' Well yeah thanks for all your help. now "buh bye." Thankfully my mother is smarter and more helpful than my husband or myself...my child's birthday is the 4th. Thank God, I now can regain my title as Mother of the Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115454652649226264?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115454652649226264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115454652649226264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115454652649226264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115454652649226264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/maddies-birthday-is-4th-of-august.html' title='Maddie&apos;s birthday is the 4th of August'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115403131993666207</id><published>2006-07-27T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:15:19.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest compliment</title><content type='html'>Dj and I were talking about marriage the other night while Neil was giving Jill (Dj's girlfriend) some pointers about bowling. Why Neil was giving pointers I'll never know...She kicked him ass. But whatever, lol We were talking about marriages that work, and don't work, and what makes a successful marriage. None of this I have an answer too, I can only offer him what has and hasn't worked for me. He told me that he thought if he and Jill had a marriage as good as Neil and I do that they would be set for life. How when they discuss marriage we always come up as that perfect union. It made me smile. He also gave me some insight as to why it works so well. While Neil is a taker by nature and I'm a giver we both work to give and take for an equal balance. I've never really thought about it until he pointed it out to me. Now that I see that though, I think when we aren't getting along or one is just in a pissy mood maybe I'll be able to look and see why. Or I hope so anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115403131993666207?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115403131993666207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115403131993666207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115403131993666207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115403131993666207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/greatest-compliment.html' title='The greatest compliment'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115386273240610531</id><published>2006-07-25T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:34:47.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good friends are hard to find</title><content type='html'>Neil and I got married young, had kids young....So out of our friends we are one of the few (read two) couples that have kids. I'm always typing about how great my friends are to ME, but do I ever talk about how great they are to Maddie? How they are always willing to pick her up if need be, or how they call/come by if they haven't talked to her in a few days. They're great about picking kid friendly activities, and they are great about playing and listening to her. Today I've been finishing up the remaining details of M's party this weekend, and while I was going over the guest list one last time I realized that every single one of our friends will be there. Not one of them acted as if they had/have better things to do than attend a 3 year old birthday party, and some of them even changed their plans so that they would be in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115386273240610531?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115386273240610531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115386273240610531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115386273240610531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115386273240610531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-friends-are-hard-to-find.html' title='Good friends are hard to find'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115349306466301158</id><published>2006-07-21T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:44:24.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Neil just called me to tell me that he loved me. We say I love you everyday, two and three times a day. When we leave for work, when we go to bed, when one does something nice for the other, or when I want something. But I love it when I answer the phone at work and the first thing I hear is I love you from the man that I love. Imean I was sure that the only thinkgs he thought about while working was his boat, the rodeo he isn't getting to fish in this weekend because of the broken boat, and the rodeo he will be fishing in a few weeks IF the boat is ready. Who knew that he could think of me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115349306466301158?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115349306466301158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115349306466301158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115349306466301158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115349306466301158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/neil-just-called-me-to-tell-me-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115340979003235339</id><published>2006-07-20T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:36:30.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My daughter's heart is broken. Apparently she was under the impression that she was going to marry Jim, not just be the flower gull (heh) in his wedding. The other day while trying on flower girl dresses she was very upset to learn that I would not be purchasing her the $2800.00 white wedding gown in the window. I think Neil might need to start saving now. SHe aslo managed to escape me in House of Brides with nothing but her little panties on. Hey, nothing screams class like a 2 year old running around in Dora panties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115340979003235339?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115340979003235339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115340979003235339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115340979003235339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115340979003235339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-daughters-heart-is-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115325324360336067</id><published>2006-07-18T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:14:54.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Death. It is something that Neil and I have had to experience all too often in our life. Mostly suicide, which saddens and confuses me. I mean can we not give the people around us enough love that they not needlessly take their own life. I know it isn't our fault, nor is there anything we could have done different but FUCK I'm tired of having to hear this horrible news over and over again. The first suicide Neil and I went through together was his grandfather in 2001. Then it was Joe about 6 months later. Then James the following year. Then Matt a few months after that...and now Tammy. Not to mention the other people that die in accidents or old age that we've been to. I feel like we funeral hop like most people bar hop. Not really, and I should't say that but sometimes it is true. I have been to three funerals this month and 5 total this year. Most of these are young people that had the rest of their lives to live....although to be fair only two this year have been suicide. Two too many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115325324360336067?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115325324360336067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115325324360336067' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115325324360336067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115325324360336067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/death.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115230095876118181</id><published>2006-07-07T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T14:35:58.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My love hate relationship</title><content type='html'>with short weeks. I love that I have four days off instead of 2, but now all my end of the month stuff and first of the month stuff is crammed together. Arg! Not to mention I've had to take off early the other two days for stuff M is enrolled in.  We're going to the lake again this weekend and this time all of our friends are coming with us. Hopefully (remind me Beckers) I'll remember to take my cheapo camera and get some pics! Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115230095876118181?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115230095876118181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115230095876118181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115230095876118181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115230095876118181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-love-hate-relationship.html' title='My love hate relationship'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115169586358858639</id><published>2006-06-30T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:31:03.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Baby</title><content type='html'>Neil and I decided a few weeks back that I was going to go off my bc pills and try fertility awareness instead of pills. Well, we were talking last night and I was telling him that we need to really be careful right now because it's super easy to get pregnant after going off bc. His response was so? I thought you wanted another baby. I replied that while I did wouldn't it be better to wait until next summer to try that way M will be getting ready to start 5K and we won't have the expense of 2 in daycare. He said well since financially we can afford 2 in daycare without putting a strain on us at all...why wait?!! So we decided while we're not going to start trying per say we're not going to prevent either. SO we shall see what happens!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115169586358858639?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115169586358858639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115169586358858639' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115169586358858639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115169586358858639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-baby.html' title='Oh Baby'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115092608614892963</id><published>2006-06-21T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:41:26.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunchiness</title><content type='html'>How crunchy are you? I wasn't crunchy at all with M, well mabe a little....but not much. I tried to breast feed, but didn't have much luck nor support from her then ped or the nursing staff at the hospital. They all thought I was trying to starve my baby. I made some of my own food, but not much. In the past three years I've learned sooo much and plan on doing things completely different nect time around. *gasp* I've even considered taking up to a year off work to be a SAHM (although I doubt I go through with it...it's huge for me to consider it)                                            Some of the things I will be doing differently are: I will be breast feeding! I know tons of ways to help with supply problems and and latching problems now that I didn't have a clue about with M.                                     I will be using cloth diapers instead of sposies. I battled paper rash with M, not to mention the fact that I went through a box of diapers a week. Plus, have you ever paid any attention to what those things are made of?! Not to mention that cloth diapers are the custest thing ever. Neil thinks this is crazy...he actually asked me if it was a cost issue??? lol like cloth diapering is that cheap. and like we're that freakin poor.                               I will make more of our own food. This was something I really really wanted to with M but didn't do as much of in the end. I've been trying for us to all eat healtheir anyway so it shouldn't be hard to do with a baby.       I did some delayed vaxing with Maddie....but let the doctor talk me into some vac's that I wasn't sure about. I will be studying this much more between now and pregnancy time.                                                                        I won't be homeschooling. I'm not a fan of home schooling, and I'm not sure that I would want to teach my children. Not sure if they will be doing public or private....we'll cross that bridge when we get there.                        I would also love to do a homebirth, but I can't seem to find any information about them in this state?? I've found a few hospitals that would let me have a birthing pool, stool and some other stuff...so I might have to go that route.                                                                                           I'm also a daycare advocate...not all daycares just the one I use. I've been really lucky to find a great place, and I think no more of leaving with M with anyone at her center than I do of leaving her with my mom.                 lol, not sure why I felt the need to blog about this. I've just been reading up alot lately on parenting stuff and thinking about how I want to raise my family. One of things that has always bothered me was that I didn't bf M long at all. I just listened to the nurses tell me supply was low and gave into formula feeding. I knew the benifits of the breast...but didn't know/have the resources to help me. That won't happen next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115092608614892963?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115092608614892963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115092608614892963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115092608614892963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115092608614892963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/crunchiness.html' title='Crunchiness'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115092427411335364</id><published>2006-06-21T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:11:14.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The natural way</title><content type='html'>Over the past 3 years I've tried about 2 dozen different kids of birth control,and none of them have worked for me. They give me miagraines, lessen my sex drive, make me moody, make me crampy, and the list goes on. After much reading and consideration I've decided to try charting. I will be charting my ovulation cycle and temperature to keep from getting pregnant. heh, we will see how well this works. Neil is all for it though...after this last batch of birth control (I didn't want to have sex for like 2 months) he is willing to try anything, even pregnancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115092427411335364?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115092427411335364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115092427411335364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115092427411335364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115092427411335364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/natural-way.html' title='The natural way'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-115049247873990780</id><published>2006-06-16T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:14:38.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this fair?</title><content type='html'>6 adults are going out to eat tonight, if we take children there will be a total of nine. Maddie is usually very well behaved when we go out to eat (if not I just go lock her in the car) 1. because she loves to eat, I mean this kid loves to eat. and 2. because she has been taught from a very early age. Couple 3 has 2 children that are total brats everywhere....I can't even imagine trying to eat at a nice place with them. SO I'm trying to make reservations but I don't know if B wants to bring her kids or not. If she brings her kids, then I'm sure with the 3 of them IT WILL BE HELL. If she doesn't bring her kids, then it isn't really fair for me to bring M while she has to leave her kids at home. BUT then it isn't fair to my child that knows how to behave to have to miss going because they can't. What to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-115049247873990780?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115049247873990780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=115049247873990780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115049247873990780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/115049247873990780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-this-fair.html' title='Is this fair?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114901894584170542</id><published>2006-05-30T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:55:45.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a weekend! Saturday Maddie and I went to a wedding&lt;a href="http://www.skopelosrestaurant.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. It was beautiful...overlooking the bay right at sunset. Jenny was a georgous bride and David was the cutest groom ever. I *heart* them. Since we were family we got to sit ont he 3rd row behind the grandparents. The usher walked Jenny's grandmother over and sat her directly in front of M's chair.....to which she said 'momma, that lady needs to move, I can't see a thing!" Loudly...for everyone to hear.                                                          Maddie was a dancing queen! Usually she's a bit shy and reserved around people she doesn't know, but not this weekend. She would just go grab random men and drag them out to dance with her. One of the bridesmaids took her shoes off and M put them on and did her tap dance for everyone. lol It was a good time, I'm glad we got to go....and let me just say I can't wait for Tim's wedding next June in Hawaii!!!woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114901894584170542?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114901894584170542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114901894584170542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114901894584170542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114901894584170542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-weekend-saturday-maddie-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114867222265186943</id><published>2006-05-26T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:43:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving Lucy with Brandy this weekend because I couldn't find a single hotel within a 50 mile radius (of Pensacola) that would allow me to bring a pet. I hope she doesn't take Madilyn killing her fish out on Luc I'm super excited about the wedding we're going to this weekend (fuck, I still have to get a gift). It will be the first time I have gotten to see my cousin Terri since I was pregnant with M.This will also be the first wedding I have ever taken Maddie too, let's hope that she can refrain from announcing to the entire place that she "pooted." *sigh* my child thinks passing gas is THE funniest thing EVER. She giggles and then has to announce it loudly to everyone. Maddie has been wearing big girl panties for a few weeks now...so far so good. She's only had one accident. When she first started going to the potty we made this huge deal out of it..like "Oh you went into he potty, good girl!" and if I didn't hear her go I would say let me see. SO now when we go to the bathroom and I go she wants to see and she congratulates me on being a big girl and going "peepee" by myself. People in the stall next to us usually get a big kick out of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114867222265186943?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114867222265186943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114867222265186943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114867222265186943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114867222265186943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-leaving-lucy-with-brandy-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114858677994127601</id><published>2006-05-25T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:11:14.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nails</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of taking my nails off. Not because I don't like them, but because I hate having to go in and get them redone every two weeks. Not to mention that everytime I go I get a fill in ($28.00) a pedicure ($25.00) and my eyebrows waxed ($13.00). Oh and not to mention whatever the hell they are selling out front that week. Yep, I spend right at $75.00 everytime I walk through their door...no wonder they practically greet me at the car. I have to hurry up and decide though...I'm supposed to get a fill in this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114858677994127601?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114858677994127601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114858677994127601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114858677994127601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114858677994127601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/nails.html' title='Nails'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114848903827396638</id><published>2006-05-24T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:43:58.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've mentioned my grandmother before, but have i ever mentioned how much I love this woman? SHe came down yesterday for an appointment, and decided to pick Maddie up from school. SHe took her shoping and got her a new bathing suit,some bunny rabbit stuffed toy(that Lucy LOVES), some new clothes (that we didn't need, lol) and some new shoes.Shoes. I buy at least three or four pair over the summer and they all look like you just pulled them out of the dumpster. Already this summer I have bought 3 pair of sandals (2 for daycare, 1 for not) 2 pair of crocs, and a pair of flip flops. My grandmother bought her a pair of tennis shoes yesterday. The kid is rough on shoes, but Neil has about 5 pair of worn out tennis shoes himself that I've bought in the past year. *sigh* (the f'in paragraph thing still isn't working) My grandmother also kept her last night and Neil and I went to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.bonefishgrill.com/home.asp"&gt;Bonefish&lt;/a&gt;. Yummy. It was the second best filet I've ever put in my mouth. The first was at the is place we went to at Orange Beach Marina and it cost about $150 bucks for Neil and I to eat, so it damn well should be good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114848903827396638?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114848903827396638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114848903827396638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114848903827396638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114848903827396638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-know-ive-mentioned-my-grandmother.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114842025058976679</id><published>2006-05-23T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:37:30.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Killer</title><content type='html'>That is what my daughter is. &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/PhotoView.jsp?&amp;collid=91893987108.62674965908.1148419860848&amp;amp;photoid=44955965908&amp;amp;view=1&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;sort_order=0&amp;amp;albumsperpage=&amp;amp;navfolderid=2006"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; has had her fish for about five years. M spends one night over there and kills it. Although it wasn't entirely her fault, Brandy did say she could feed it. She also didn't specify HOW much food she could feed it. How was Maddie supposed to know that it didn't need the entire container of food? She thought he was hungry. lol Hi my name is Tina and my daughte is a fish killer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114842025058976679?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114842025058976679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114842025058976679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114842025058976679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114842025058976679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/fish-killer.html' title='Fish Killer'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114798478441129323</id><published>2006-05-18T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:39:44.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby had her first dance recital this past weekend, and she was wonderful! I was a little worried that she wouldn't go out there and I would have wasted all that money but she did great. They published pictures in the program and we took out 3 (yes 3 ) ads and they are hilarious! One was an old picture that I had to give them because she refused to take a picture by herself. The guy that put the programs together told me he thought it was the best one! I was scared the quality wouldn't be a s good because they had to scan it. The other was one of her, my sister and little cousin HOLDING her by each hand in the middle of them to make her take her picture. She has this "eat shit assholes," look on her face that is priceless. The other is of her and my sister, and Tasha is holding her and she has the same look. lol these will be great pics to embarrass her with in 10 years. Hopefully when we get the DVD's back I can put the dances on the web somewhere so everyone can watch. Until then you can go &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=167rb290.ssj2178&amp;x=1&amp;amp;y=xnhfp9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.                                                                                 My niece (N's sister's little girl) was supposed to be in the recital, but her mom decided a few months ago to pull her out. She told her mother (N's mom) that it was because Abby was being bad in class. Well, at recital practice Abby's dance teacher found me and asked me how Abby was feeling and when the doctors thought she might be able to come back? WTF...The kid isn't sick. But her piece of shit mother lied ABOUT HER CHILD"S HEALTH and told them that she was sick and having to have some kind of treatments and would maybe be able to dance next year. I was livid. I usually try to let Neil's mom have this disillusioned dream that her daughter is a wonderful person, and the reason she can't get along with anyone is that the entire world (or just the city of Mobile) is out to get her. This time I couldn't, I couldn't let her think that Abby had done something wrong to get pulled out when in all reality her mother was just too lazy to get off her fat ass on her off day and take her. She was shocked that Melanie would ever lie at all, maybe they misunderstood her.Yeah right. But now Melanie can't ever take Abby back to dance because I made her look like a lair. Um...That's what she is, but this way it can be someone else's fault. Then to top it off she sent Abby with her mother to watch Maddie dance. The poor child had to sit there and watch her class do her routine on stage. Fucking pitiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114798478441129323?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114798478441129323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114798478441129323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114798478441129323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114798478441129323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-baby-had-her-first-dance-recital.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114745311045393088</id><published>2006-05-12T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:58:30.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All grown up</title><content type='html'>My baby has her dance recital tomorrow night. This is a bitter sweet thing for me....Imean seriously when did she become old enough to have a dance recital? She wants to get her ears peirced and I've promised her that if she goes on stage and dances we will do that SUnday or Monday...when did my baby get old enough to DECIDE ON HER OWN that she wants to have her ears peirced. I love watching her grow and seeing the wonderful sweet little girl that she is becoming.....but it also saddens me to think that the next few years are going to go by as fast as theses past three have. I feel like I might blink and she'll be a teenager.      I should have pics of her in her costume Monday.I'll try to get some of her on my phone and text them to you, Becky.                                                    Did I mention that I have to dance in this thing? Yes, you read that right. All the pst graduates that were on the cover have to dance at the end of the recital to celebrate the 35 year of the studio being opened. I will not being taking video of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114745311045393088?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114745311045393088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114745311045393088' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114745311045393088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114745311045393088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-grown-up.html' title='All grown up'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114712153002678630</id><published>2006-05-08T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:52:10.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting married!</title><content type='html'>One of my very good friends Jennifer graduated college and got engaged Saturday!! I'm so very excited for her and Jim. He was absolutely the cutest thing I have ever seen...He was so nervous and excited! I've never got the privilege of seeing someone ask the love of their life to marry them before...So this was a great thing. LOL he practiced on about 10 of us throughout the day, hehe... that was a little weird feeling! Jennifer is now the proud owner of a new 3 karat platinum ring. It is absolutely gorgeous! And everything someone gets engaged Neil starts with wanting to upgrade my ring *sigh* I don't need a big ring. I mean Jennifer's is beautiful and I would be ecstatic to have it....But I love my little ring because I know that it took every penny he had (and that wasn't many) to buy it. But I might agree to one day putting it in a bigger setting. We shall see. I have pictures from this weekend but I'm going to wait until after M's dance pecital (yes, I know that SHOULD be and R) and post them all. Neil and I are going to throw the happy couple an engagement party next month! yay! Now we get to plan a wedding...Oh and did I mention that they are sub-contracting out their house right now to....talk about stress. In other news: Neil and I have decided on a possible date for baby #2....@ August 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114712153002678630?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114712153002678630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114712153002678630' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114712153002678630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114712153002678630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-married.html' title='Getting married!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114625761424604132</id><published>2006-04-28T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:53:34.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of hiring a maid. With my full time job and keeping the books up for Neil's business I just don't seem to have the time to clean my house anymore. So I talked to Neil last night to make sure he didn't have any problem with some stranger coming in our home once a week, and he doesn't....so I'm going see if the lady that does my mom's house can come once a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114625761424604132?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114625761424604132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114625761424604132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114625761424604132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114625761424604132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-thinking-of-hiring-maid.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114617032478935048</id><published>2006-04-27T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:38:44.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>1. I love my life. Like I don't always love it but for the most past I have an awsome life. I have a job that I love, a wonderful daughter and hubby.....a nice house....N and I have most of the things we want...friends that are great.....and a wonderful family.                                                                         2. My hands are red because I just ate an entire pint of strawberries. yummy....our friend Jody that owns the fruitstand has the best fresh friut ever. ANd he gives me a great discount.                                                             3.Why is is so hard for people to pay their danm bills? AR is part of my job and I swear it consumes probably 90% of my time. It's amazing that people claim they never get my statements but the minute they get a certified letter threatning small claims they pay.                                            4. I have pictures on my camera and I keep forgetting to dl to my computer. Speaking of pictures I took M to get her dance pictures for her recital program the other day, the brat refused. Neil and I took out a $100.00 add for her first recital and the child wouldn't even have her picture made to go on it. SO I had to dig out an old picture from home and take it back up there Monday night....when we get there she has the nerve to ask me if she could have her picture taken. Uh, no....that was yesterday you monster. I swear she likes to torment me.                              5. Maddie told me last night that she loved her daddy more than me.Ha...I'll remember that tonight when you want me to push you on the swing.                                                                                                                         6. Maddie slept with us last night. I secretly love it when she does this, but don't often admit because I don't want her in my bed everynight. I like to sleep beside my husband too, but there is nothing better than waking up in the morning next to the two people you love most. I love watching M and N sleep....I have since she was a baby.                                                        7. I am on my period this week....notice the sapiness.                                   8.I still cannot make paragraphs. I just have to space until I get to the next line. This works well with lists but I'm not sure how it will work with anything else.                                                                                                           9.I wanted to make it to ten but I can't think of anything else random....or anything else at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114617032478935048?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114617032478935048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114617032478935048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114617032478935048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114617032478935048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114565569833296636</id><published>2006-04-21T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:52:37.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World MUST be coming to an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because it is raining.....for the first time since Feb. 2. My MIL called this afternoon for the first time in my daughter's almost 3 year old like span to see if she could spend the night. This is huge! Really I can count on one hand the number of times she has seen M in the past 6 months and she lives 10 minutes away from my house. I know it sounds bitchy that I don't take her over there...but I don't do it for anyone else and I'll be damned if I'm going to do it for someone that has more off time than me and that makes the other 3 grandchildren her 1st priority and then tells N and I about everything she does for them. Granted her daughter pushes the children on her and I owuld never leave my children as much as she does (like 2 or 3 times a week...for overnight visits) but it would be nice for my child to be recognized. It mainly just pisses me the fuck off...but it really hurts N's feelings. I mean my mother, his stepmother, and my grandmother (that lives an hour away) comes and sees M all the time. And yes, they get the first calls if we need a sitter. That might sound shitty but if people can't put forth an effort to see my child or even call and talk to her then I'll be damned if I'm gonna bend over backwards to help their relationship with her. N feels the same way but it's harder for him to admit because it's his mother. WHen she first called today I thought AH HA! Neil must have said something to her (we had a fight about this last week) but low and behold I called and he said that he didn't. You mean that she really did this all on her own? Wow....maybe this is a turning point.....or N's lying. But whatever works. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114565569833296636?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114565569833296636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114565569833296636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114565569833296636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114565569833296636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/world-must-be-coming-to-end.html' title='The World MUST be coming to an end.'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114563313546479799</id><published>2006-04-21T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:25:35.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this time of year....even if it is 95 degrees outside. I love that when I get home from work we still ahve about 2 and a half hours left of daylight, I love the fact that we do tons of grilling this time of year, and is it just me or does beer taste better in the summer? Not to mention that when we don't come in until 7:30 there is just enough time for M to eat, bathe, read a book and get ready for bed! woohoo....no destroying of my clean house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114563313546479799?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114563313546479799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114563313546479799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114563313546479799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114563313546479799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114556297645146292</id><published>2006-04-20T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:56:16.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obese teens?</title><content type='html'>not where I was this past weekend. This week is Spring Break around here, so my parents rented a place in Orange Beach for a week. Me being the beach bum that I am took off for a few days to play in the sun. I swear to you out of the 500 teenages I saw a day only one or maybe two were even the slightest bit overweight. SO are teens not obese or do fat kids go elsewhere for Spring Break? I was probably the fattest person by the pool and I'm a whopping 120 ibs. but around these kids I felt like shamoo! But we had a good time....it was nice and relaxing and beautiful. We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.brett-robinson.com/rental/phoenixv.php?__utma=213765703.65283187.1145023604.1145029342.1145561829.3&amp;__utmz=213765703.1145029342.2.2.utmccn=(referral)utmcsr=forums.delphiforums.comutmcct=/n/mb/message.asputmcmd=referral&amp;amp;__utmb=213765703&amp;__utmc=213765703&amp;amp;from=4"&gt;Phoenix V&lt;/a&gt; and they had a little 1ft kiddo pool that Madilyn adored. We took the boat out Saturday and cruised around Ono Island and Terry COve (where the rich people live) and got to see dolphins playing!! I got burnt on the first day and had to where M sunscreen for the next two days (only on the front side) and M was amazed at the beach! lol she's been there a few times before but not since she's been older. We looked for sand crabs and seashells and built sand castles. Neil and I are thinking of taking a mini break there later in the summer.We are also thinking of selling our big boat and buying two jet ski's (woohoo!!!!) I would love to buy a place over there but real estate is unreal. N's sister Kelli (the one I like) and her husband just bought a place over there two years ago. It's like 7 or 800 sq. ft. with no weiw of the beach for 250,000.00 and it's doubled in value in two years. *shakes head* if we could afford it I think it would be a great money maker....but I'm scared the bottom is going to drop in the real estate industry. But Kelli is a painter and she does beautiful work and I love how she has everything all decorated over there. Poor things, they bought their place like two months before Ivan hit and it got hit pretty hard and they just got to use it like 2 months ago for the first time!!! But I love it....N and I hope to stay over there some with them. Hi everyone!! I've missed reading your blogs and writing in my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114556297645146292?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114556297645146292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114556297645146292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114556297645146292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114556297645146292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/obese-teens.html' title='Obese teens?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114426351093936244</id><published>2006-04-05T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:58:30.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It may seem as I have forgotten all about you...my wonderful blog. But I have not I've just been super busy and not really all that "type happy" lately. Yesterday was my step FIL's funeral....should be a sad day but it really wasn't. He's been very sick for a long time and I feel that this is something that should have happened ahile back. I also made a complete foll of my self. WHen we were getting ready to go to graveside service I noticed that everyone had flowers in the back of their truck...like his flowers the one taht you put on the grave. I kept my mouth shut the entire time in the car and when we arrived I hopped out of the car and jokingly wondered if we ahs to transport the dead body too. N glares at me like STFU and I'm like what? I was just wondering because we had to transport all the flowers which I find a bit odd....but whatever. Cassy (N's aunt...my favorite one of his aunt's) whispers that Karen (mil) did that because of cost issues. Yep...I felt like a jack ass, but seriously I thought everything was covered under one cost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114426351093936244?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114426351093936244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114426351093936244' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114426351093936244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114426351093936244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-may-seem-as-i-have-forgotten-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114348745202887767</id><published>2006-03-27T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:24:12.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nextel sucks. I've had it with this stupidf ass fucking worthless phone company. Neil's phone gets awful reception...awful. I can be chatting happily on my phone in the car and he won't even be able to get a signal. His vm doesn't work half the time and their costumer service sucks. SO I'm about to eat 250 bucks and switch to Cingular....that way if I want to talk to my husband I can. This weekend was the last straw. Genious left his phone on the couch Friday and &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/Captured2005-12-2200000.jpg"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt; chewed the antenna off. So we go to the nearest Nextel store to see about a new phone (we have insurance) they can't help us because the are only a Nextel rep store...we have to go to the actual retail store. SO we go there.....and they tell us we have to call this 800 number, mail them the phone and they will send us a new one within 6 weeks! Are you fucking kidding me? Six weeks....we have a business to run. Oh and we can't upgrade the phone either, like can't even pay to upgrade to the phone. This particular phone sucks so bad that they don't make them anymore so they're egoing to send us a refurbished phone. Which to me basically means didn't work right in the first place. Well the only way they will upgrade the phone is if we sign a longer contract...uh I don't freakin think so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114348745202887767?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114348745202887767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114348745202887767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114348745202887767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114348745202887767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/nextel-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114323585886374568</id><published>2006-03-24T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:30:58.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had this on my mind all week.....I was even telling someone the other day that I was going to blog about it when I got back to work. The other day I went by McDonald's to get some fries around lunch time.As I was aproaching I noticed all the cars in the drive thru and thought "fuck I guess I'll have to wait." So imagine my suprise to pull up and realize that all these cars were waiting in the drive thru and NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON WAS INSIDE!!! Are you fucking kidding me? Are people really that lazy that they can't walk in to get their 555550000 calories and 787987 grams of fat? I do use the drive thru if there's not a long line, or if it's raining, or if M's in the car asleep but this was no less than 15 cars just sitting there because they are too damned lazy to get their fat ass out and walk. I was in and out before the third car had got through ordering. I counted the cars I could see into on my way out and of the 15 2 yes 2 had children in them. The rest were just fucking lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114323585886374568?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114323585886374568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114323585886374568' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114323585886374568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114323585886374568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-had-this-on-my-mind-all-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114323552462382490</id><published>2006-03-24T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:25:24.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I was able to blog, this past week has been exhausting...I feel that I could sleep for days! My desk wasn't nearly as messy as I thought it would be....although I have tons of filing to get done today. I recieved my 5 boxes of girl scout cookies yesterday and am now able to report that there are ony 3 boxes left. We're going out to eat tonight with some friends and then I think we might go to Tony's for my bday tomorrow night. N wass upposed to have me a suprise party there but Tony asked me the other day what band we wanted, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114323552462382490?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114323552462382490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114323552462382490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114323552462382490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114323552462382490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-week-since-i-was-able-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114253268230272592</id><published>2006-03-16T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:30:43.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky mom?</title><content type='html'>Jennster thinks I am not a good mom...or thinks that I'm not cool....or maybe I don't blog about my kid enough? "ps- i will be really disappointed if &lt;a href="http://beckm5.blogspot.com/"&gt;becky&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pickleness.blogspot.com/"&gt;stephanie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://venturamom.blogspot.com/"&gt;ventura mom&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://maniacaldays.blogspot.com/"&gt;jenn,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sams-stories.blogspot.com/"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mylifeasacliche.blogspot.com/"&gt;midwestern mom &lt;/a&gt;don't apply.pss- i'd really love for these people (&lt;a href="http://virginiabelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;virigina belle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://charmingbutsingle.blogspot.com/"&gt;charming but single&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dating-is-hell.blogspot.com/"&gt;dating hell &lt;/a&gt;) to apply too, but they're not moms. suckers."...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114253268230272592?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114253268230272592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114253268230272592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114253268230272592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114253268230272592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/sucky-mom.html' title='Sucky mom?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114245356037543233</id><published>2006-03-15T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:12:40.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised</title><content type='html'>Here is the carlot wedding story. melanie (N's sister) calls her daddy last Thursday, tells him she is getting married and can she have $100.00 for a new dress. Well, needless to say he is ecstatic over the news (we were sure that no man in his right mind would ever wed her if he wasn't addicted to crack) tells her to come over and he will give her the money. So he then calls everyone he has ever known since grade 3 to tell them the joyish news. When she arrives to pick up her money he wants to know if she is going to the courthouse to get married. That's where he works and he would like to attend if possible.No she says....we're doing it at the carlot. The carlot? She tnes explains that they are getting Jake's sister that works at a carlot to notory(sp) a peice of paper saying they are common law married so she can be on his insurance. Wtf? she needed a new dress for that? Isnt that a romantic story to tell the children? I mean I guess I undestand that they are married (although lawyer Aunt says that no marriage in Al. is recognized unless sanctioned by clergy or jp) but I don't think I would go out of my way to announce to people that I was getting married...or even buy a new dress. It's a used fucking carlot. Then when her father called her on it she said they needed the money for their honeymoon in Destin. classic when your new "commonlaw carlot husband" can't even pay for your honeymoon. Oha nd then when Harry asked why they didn't just get married she said....Jake doesn't want to marry her for a few years because of her ex's credit history. But yet she claims that they are legally married....it sounds to me like he doesn't want to marry her but is too chicken shit to tell her. SHe would probably sit on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114245356037543233?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114245356037543233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114245356037543233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114245356037543233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114245356037543233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-promised.html' title='As promised'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114244913600589775</id><published>2006-03-15T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:58:56.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have two kinds of medicine sitting in M's bathroom. Butt Paste for when her booty hurts and Motrin for when she doesn't feel good. We have toehr kinds in the pantry but we keep these on hand. SHe had been whining all afternoon that her head hurt so after her bath I asked her if she wanted some medicine...yes, please. That's my girl (the next part however is all her daddy) So I'm assuming that since her head has been hurting that she wants the motrin in the little cup that you drink. SO that's what I give her, and then begin to clean up the water off the bathromm floor. I turn back around and there she is spread eagle on the toilet...pouring the motrin over herself. *sigh* and then she wants to cry because it's sticky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114244913600589775?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114244913600589775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114244913600589775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114244913600589775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114244913600589775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-have-two-kinds-of-medicine-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114237217565719617</id><published>2006-03-14T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:36:15.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cappuccino Fudge Blitz...is what I'm eating right now. I decided to not eat the candy bar and have this instead. And it is all my SIL's fault...so now when I'm as fat as she is I can blame her for all the things wrong in my life. I'm feeling extremely sorry for myself right now...and for some reason when I feel like this ice cream is the only help. My husband and I are fighting...actually we're doing fighting now we're just not speaking. Childish I know but I refuse to break...I will stuff myself with ice cream from now until I go to bed to supress my urge to talk. Yes, I'm still pissed about the bed thing and i'm still pissed because he won't say anything. I would but the last time I did she got her wittle feelings hurt and I got in trouble for being mean. He called her a month ago and she had been deathly sick for months (gee MIL forgot to mention that...how odd she usually drums up support whenever given the chance) but she'll come by and pay us next week. Oh well...damn there went another month...hmm I bet she couldn't do it this month because she was busy planning her carlot wedding. YES you read that right her car lot wedding. Do you want to know more?...really? It's an interesting story that I will save for a future blogging experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114237217565719617?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114237217565719617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114237217565719617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114237217565719617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114237217565719617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/cappuccino-fudge-blitz.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114231371800021808</id><published>2006-03-13T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:00:57.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand</title><content type='html'>Why is it the people that deserve the least from us are the ones we do the most? Neil'ssistert is a complete waste of space but yet once again I seem not to messure up. She treats her parents like shit, never bothers to call her brother unless she wants something and even accused Neiland I of taking money from her mother (she was probably pissed because that was less she could con her out of. She was supposed to BUY a bed from us but she has only paid 500.00 and nothing in two months. But nope I can't say anything, because poor piiful Melanie has such a hard time. What the fuck ever. Her mother has bought her two cars since we have been together,not to mention practically raised two of her kids. She can't take off work to take her kids to the doctor but she can take off a week to go on vacation with her boyfriend. She can afford manis and pedis every other week but N's dad and his aunt to help buy her kids Christmas from her. She can afford to spend 800.00 on shit at Walmart but has to have state aid for daycare. But poor pitiful Melanie was too god damn stupid NOT to marry a crackhead and even more stupid to have 3 kids with him. But hey she's got a great boyfriend with a good job...that she lives with but she still has to call her father to put money in her account to keep it from overdrafting. I'm a damn good mother and a kick ass fucking wife and treated N's family better in the past 3 years than she ever has. But I'm still notgood enough to go on the pedestal that she sits upon. I don't get it...wtf do I have to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114231371800021808?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114231371800021808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114231371800021808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114231371800021808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114231371800021808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114193564918279819</id><published>2006-03-09T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:08:35.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make them go away!</title><content type='html'>Please make the candy bars go away, or I will never lose this tire tube that has attached itself around my waist somehow in the last few months. I mean why can't fat go to my ass? I'm gonna get awfully tired from standing up so much this summer because I can't sit down or my FAT HANGS OVER MY BATHING SUIT!Seriously I've been slacking on the gym thing which isn't all that big of a deal if I eat fairly healthy, weightloss isn't really a broblem for me. I can either eat whatever I want and go to the gym a couple times a week, or eat healthy (blah) and not go to the gym. Seeing as I love food especially things that have like 10 grams of fat in one serving I USUALLY opt to do the first of the two things I listed. But for the past two weeks I have decided eh, what the hell let's eat like fucking shamoo and not work out! SO now here it is sooo very very close to bathing suit season and I'm whining about my weight WHILE shoving candy bars down my throat. What the fuck is wrong with me. It's also not very helpful that I married a human stringbean that eats whatever the fuck he wants whenever the fuck he wants. I have no will power, wtf am I just supposed to sit there and watch him eat the entire gallon of ice cream. Nope, dont fucking think so....no way no how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114193564918279819?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114193564918279819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114193564918279819' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114193564918279819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114193564918279819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/make-them-go-away.html' title='Make them go away!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114187456683036012</id><published>2006-03-08T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:22:46.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ace</title><content type='html'>Sing to me nakid in the shower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114187456683036012?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114187456683036012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114187456683036012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114187456683036012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114187456683036012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-ace.html' title='Dear Ace'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114176153554713461</id><published>2006-03-07T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:58:55.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 288 months old</title><content type='html'>Why do people refer to their kids in months? I mean I understand when they are little like 6 months or anything before a year...and I even kinda understand months all the way up until two. Because until that point most kids clothings are in months....but past that they are YEARS old not months. I saw a woman today with her adorable kid in her sig....and underneath it said 38 months. Are you fucking kidding me? I had to use my caculator to figure out how old he was (not really...but ya get the point)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114176153554713461?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114176153554713461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114176153554713461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114176153554713461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114176153554713461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-288-months-old.html' title='I&apos;m 288 months old'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114168659890772026</id><published>2006-03-06T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:09:58.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you dear blog...however I am to damn busy to post in you right now. Maybe tomorrow....hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114168659890772026?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114168659890772026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114168659890772026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114168659890772026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114168659890772026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-you-dear-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114133480551208841</id><published>2006-03-02T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:26:45.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I've posted previously my grandmother is here this week keeping my little cousin while her parents are on vacation in Monte Carlo.  Maddie stayed with her Monday nigth and said she wanted to last night. My grandmother was at Big Lots so I took M over there to her, we get there and she refuses to go with her. Well, she sometimes does this and then is fine after a few minutes. I left and toldd them to call me if they needed anything...I was home about 15 minutes and the phone rang. It was my mother. M addie is giving grandma a hard time she says, do you want her to come home? It's fine if she comes home but she isn't going to change her mind in five minutes and I'm gonna take her back over there. SO they decide to go eat and see if that helps. I tell them to call me when they get home and I will come get her. AN hour later there is a knock on the door....she refused to stay! She has never done this before, ever. She might cry for a few minutes but she is always fine.I wonder wtf is wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;M: "I wanna stay wif you."&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'why don't you want to go to grandma's?"&lt;br /&gt;M: " I don't like grandma...her mean to me."&lt;br /&gt;Me:" She is not mean to you. WHat's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "I don't feel good. My ear hurts...no wait my tummy hurts."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, if you are sick you need to go get in bed and watch tv, no playing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;M:" I wanna go to my grandma's house. You mean to me."&lt;br /&gt;She ended up staying at home and went to grandma's this morning. We'll see if she wants to stay tonight instead. I don't know what her problem was last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114133480551208841?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114133480551208841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114133480551208841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114133480551208841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114133480551208841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-ive-posted-previously-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114124311510669235</id><published>2006-03-01T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:58:35.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grandmother is here this week and I love it! She's cooked lunch for me everyday this week and wants to keeps Maddie a couple of time this week since she doesn't get to keep her that often. woohoo works for me! Speaking of Maddie...her attitude has got to go if she plans on living to see three. How in the hell did my two year old get to be such a smart ass....I know that her father and I didn't teach her that!&lt;br /&gt;I might get reemed for this but it has to be said anyway. I respect stay at home moms...I'mnot one by my chouce and I think it is great that some people want to that everyday. BUT if you stay home everyday don't fucking whine to me about how you don't have time to cook, clean, or do your fucking laundry. I'm not buying it, I mean I understand some days will be more hectic than others but come on...your husband works 60 hourts a week so that you can stay home with your child and you expect him not get pissy when you haven't cooked in a month?! I don't blame him I would be pissed to...hell I get pissed if Neil gets home an hour before me and hasn't started dinner, I can only imagine how pissed I would be if he was home all day and didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114124311510669235?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114124311510669235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114124311510669235' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114124311510669235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114124311510669235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-grandmother-is-here-this-week-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114108069476606845</id><published>2006-02-27T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:51:34.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Arg! I've been swamped today at work...it sucks I haven't had time to do anything. Thankfully now it's time to go home. N and I have the house to ourself tonight, M is staying with my grandma!woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114108069476606845?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114108069476606845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114108069476606845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114108069476606845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114108069476606845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114072313597383986</id><published>2006-02-23T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:32:15.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just because I answer the phone here, doesn't mean I can help you. No I don't know how long J***y will be on the phone. No I don't know if we worked on your machine yet....I'm not a mechanic. WHen I answer the phone all I need from you is who or what department you want. There is no point in telling me your name, what you ordered, when you ordered it, and has it came in yet. I don't do that. Every call is important...so no I won't go tell him to pick up your call before the other calls. And really hold...is hold...it means you hold. Not call me back in .2 seconds to tell me they didn't pick up....give them time to get to the fucking phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114072313597383986?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114072313597383986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114072313597383986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114072313597383986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114072313597383986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-because-i-answer-phone-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114064442267268154</id><published>2006-02-22T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:40:22.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114064442267268154?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114064442267268154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114064442267268154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114064442267268154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114064442267268154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-nothing-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114054056296387317</id><published>2006-02-21T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:49:22.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food!</title><content type='html'>We finally have some! I took off early yesterday to go grocery shopping..pathetic I know. But we had nothing to eat, nothing. WHat's sad is I sat on my ass all day Saturday and SUnday and then had to take off Monday to go to the grocery store. Neil is our grocery shopper, not me. He can go in spend $50.00 and we'll be a ble to eat like kings for a week!I go in and spend $200.00 and get home only to discover that there is nothing worth eating in the bag. I did pretty good yesterday though. I spent 200.00 and got enough meat to last us at least a week....if i cook every night (which I never do) but probably about a week and half. Tonight we are having beef stew and cornbread. yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114054056296387317?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114054056296387317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114054056296387317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114054056296387317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114054056296387317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/food.html' title='Food!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114044770429695664</id><published>2006-02-20T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:56:22.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me cheap</title><content type='html'>but I refuse to buy new cell phones. It's not that I can't afford a $200.00 cell phone. I just don't fucking want to, I don't see the point. It's a phone...all I want it to do is work like a phone. I have never owned a camera phone...until now. My mom bought a new phone so once again I get her old one. I still don't see the hype...I've taken two pictures and that was just because I was trying to change my screensaver.&lt;br /&gt;M has learned how to work my digital camera. Se holds it, tells us to smile and then flash...she takes a picture of herself. SHe's holding the damn thing backwards! lol so we know have tons of pictures of her nose, mouth, and eyes. Oh well...now that she is all Miss Anti Picture Taker these are the only ones we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114044770429695664?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114044770429695664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114044770429695664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114044770429695664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114044770429695664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/call-me-cheap.html' title='Call me cheap'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114040750584746359</id><published>2006-02-19T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:51:45.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>I love the days that I get to spend the entire day at home, in my pj's. We did that yesterday all day...and didn't put actual clothes on until this morning when we went to eat breakfast. It was nice. zwe sat around eating cookies, ice cream, and popcorn watching movies all day. My ass isn't thrilled but I enjoyed it. I love it when Neil cooks dinner. I love watching my daughter and my husband together..doing anything it doesn't matter if they are sleeping or arguing or playing I always have to pause and watch them for a few minutes. I love that when N is in a shitty mood Maddie can always make him smile. lol she told me today that she was going to marry her daddy.How sweet is that? I love when Lucy curls up next to me. And strawberry cheesecake ice cream...I love that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114040750584746359?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114040750584746359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114040750584746359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114040750584746359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114040750584746359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114018997619150609</id><published>2006-02-17T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:26:16.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ZIts..</title><content type='html'>The zits on my face not the comic strip. So this is really gross and probably tmi but I'm gonna share anyway. Have you ever had one of those big ass under the skin pimples that make your entire head hurt, and there is nothing you can do about them. Like no popping no covering up with makeup or anything. Just sits there like a nice shiny sign flashing "here I am," *sigh* I have one of those right over my left eyebrow. It is seriously making my entire head hurt....it's so big even my 2 year old noticed it, she called it a boo-boo and went and got me a banddaddy(bandaid) Sad isn't it. ANd worse I keep touching it...and worse than that I'm blogging about a zit. I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114018997619150609?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114018997619150609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114018997619150609' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114018997619150609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114018997619150609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/zits.html' title='ZIts..'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114012026792039077</id><published>2006-02-16T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:04:27.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing of any importance</title><content type='html'>Just random thoughts today...as everyday. This day seems to be creeping along...I feel like I've been at work for 100 hours today. It doesn't help that N gave himself the day off and I'm stuck here:( I hate working when he doesnt have to. Fuck...no paragraphs again. grr. Wow...I'm all out of words. weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114012026792039077?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114012026792039077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114012026792039077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114012026792039077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114012026792039077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-of-any-importance.html' title='Nothing of any importance'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-114002127547393333</id><published>2006-02-15T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:59:28.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I really this dumb?</title><content type='html'>So I've been trying to figure out how to link other blogs to my blog for like 3 days now! I can't fucking do it....there are zillions of bloggers that can do this...why is it so hard for me? I'm not copmuter savy or anything but I don't really consider myself computer stupid...but wtf? Why can I not do this? Okay nmd! BEcky just helped me and I think I did it! Yay us!!!!    But sheesh does it have to be that complicated? Good lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-114002127547393333?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114002127547393333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=114002127547393333' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114002127547393333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/114002127547393333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-i-really-this-dumb.html' title='Am I really this dumb?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-113993530280242634</id><published>2006-02-14T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:25:52.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valetine's Day&lt;br /&gt;So is Valentine's Day all that important to you? It isn't to me, but it obviously was to the 6 million people in Walmart yesterday. I mean I don't get...yes I picked N up a box of candy ONLY because they were sitting right in front of me when I was checking out. If it wasn't for that he wouldn't have gotten jack shit. No way in hell was I gonna play bumper carts with 200 people crowded in the v-day isle.&lt;br /&gt;AH yay! Jenn taught me how to make paragraph...thank goodness it was driving me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo paragraph happy!&lt;br /&gt;So done with that now.&lt;br /&gt;heh, almost. I was talking to Kellie ( the SIL I like) the other day and she was telling me about how her and Ron had managed their money so that they could do the things they wanted to do...like own a home at the beach! I want one of those so bad I could taste it, and the only person I know that has enough money to buy one (my grandfather) won't buy me one. *pouts* But it is supposed to make me a better person by working for shit myself blah blah blah. But it got me thinking about plans that I have for our future. Like 5 year plans or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;SO do you have a five year plan? I have a rough outline but I don't actually have a plan in writing. I mean, I know that within 12 months N and I will have all our small shit paid off. Like the home improvment shit we did, and building a new porch, and the one credit card we have. ANd within 5 years we should have everything we own paid off but our home. WOw! How fucking awsome will that be? Seriously to have hardly any bills. Then we will be looking at commercial property to buy, I've been wanting some for awhile but I don't have the money right now...hopefully in 5 years I will an hopefully I'll be able to find some somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and Ster don't steal my 5 year plan question for the forum...I'm gonna post it in a few minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-113993530280242634?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113993530280242634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=113993530280242634' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113993530280242634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113993530280242634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/valetines-day-so-is-valentines-day-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-113987034791717807</id><published>2006-02-13T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:39:07.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;SO I completely forgot to writew about our Mardi Gras ball (I'll post pics later, lol I only took three) that was Friday night. I actually love going to these things, it gives me a chance to be girly which is something I'm not 90% of the time. So I have these hott ass shoes that I wore last year...they fucking killed my feet. I brought them along in my bad this year, just in case I decided to wear them. I finally decided on the black and white dress after putting on the red one (that has never been worn, that N hates) and another black slutty one. I had two pair of black shoes with me...the super pretty 4 inch heel ones or the OK 2 inch heel black ones. Guess which ones I wore...yep the ones that kill my feet. I tried them on in the room and thought wow they don't hurt that bad, um yeah until you actually try to walk in them. But I must say they made my dress, so I guess is was worth it. I'm going to the Inca's this Friday night, me and a friend of mine Krystal. This should be fun! Oh and let me just tell you about drunk blonde in the pink sequin dress. 1. full length sequin gows are awful...unless your a 70 year old grandmother. Never wear that again. 2. Falling down the escalator(sp) before call outs even started was funny...but not the best way to start the evening. I told Neil that we would have to look for you and your meltdown later. 3. Girls fighting is just trashy, and throwing up all over yourself while trying to fight is even more trashy. But kudos to you for not missing a beat, I mean damn you didn't even pause to wipe off your mouth! and last but not least number 4. I realize that one of your shoes had fell off but when trying to fix it there was no need to hold your dress up to your braless sagging tits...yeah we all saw what was under you dress...NOTHING! and it was gross not even the dsrunken lug next to me thought it was apealing (and I'm not talking about N this time) But it sure was funny watching you get carried out. Next time DRINK LESS!!!!! Overall it ws a good night. The rain held off for the parade even if it was storming when we went to leave and I had to run barefoot through the streets to get to the room (wtf were the cabs? I called yelow cab and ya'll had none dt...wtf it's mardi gras) me and my feet survived. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-113987034791717807?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113987034791717807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=113987034791717807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113987034791717807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113987034791717807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-completely-forgot-to-writew-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-113984421758589281</id><published>2006-02-13T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:23:37.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a little confused as to why it tells me to republish my blog in 10 minutes everytime I try to post something. I've typed out two new entrys since the first one and I can't get either of them to post. ANd I still can't make paragraphs in here...wtf is this supposed to be this hard? I always say I don't watch the OLYMPICS...but what I should say is that I don't intend to watch them. I never mean to put it on that channel but if I do...it's over. They suck me right in. I'm not normally a corny or sappy person but for some reason everytime the US wins a gold and they play the national anthym (did I spell that right) my heart soars, like I can feel the pride well up inside of me. Strange, but it has happened since I was a little girl. ANd let me just say that I love the flying tomato! How fucking cool is he!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-113984421758589281?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113984421758589281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=113984421758589281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113984421758589281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113984421758589281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-little-confused-as-to-why-it-tells.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-113959075896723227</id><published>2006-02-10T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:21:18.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO I've had a bit of trouble this mornign trying to figure out how to post in my blog, this seems to be working so we shall see. WHy is my very first entry posted twice? Did I do that? I decided to chenge my name to Tina...which is my actual name insted of the fake one I had up befre. Why the fuck can I not make paragraphs?! arg! How annoying, I have oone giant paragraph.Our Mardi Gras ball is tonight and it is supposed to rain:( That sucks especially if it rains and is cold, I have no jacket to match any of my gowns. Which btw I haven't decided on which one I'm wearing yet, I want to wear the red one I got from Krystal but I have no shoe to match it. SO maybe today after I get my hair fixed I can shop for shoes. If not I'll just wear one of the 5 I alreayd have in my closet. N and I got into a huge fight last night and guess what I did....I ate freakin McDonald's at 8'oclock last night. WTF? yeah that really hurt him...well it might if I squash him while we're having sex. We didn't make up til this morning which means I brewd all night. SO I was seriuosly pissed this morning, and they dip shit had the nerve to ask for sex. Stupid prick. Lucy my dog ( I would post pics but I don't know how, oh and I want someone to tell me how to change links to words) has these little charm things on her collar; one fith her name, address, and phone number in case she gets lost. The other shows that she has had her rabies shot (did I spell rabies right) so every time she runs or walks or skips or whatever the hell it is she does in the middle of the night I hear jingle jingle jingle. OMG! FOr the love of all things holy...just go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-113959075896723227?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113959075896723227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=113959075896723227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113959075896723227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113959075896723227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-ive-had-bit-of-trouble-this-mornign.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21819158.post-113959566627218835</id><published>2006-02-10T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:55:07.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF? why is my blog not showing up? LIke my new post. I posted a whole long as post earlier and it isn't here. Now I don't know wtf it was even about. grr. It was about the dog, and the husband, and I don't remember what else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21819158-113959566627218835?l=tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113959566627218835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21819158&amp;postID=113959566627218835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113959566627218835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21819158/posts/default/113959566627218835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiinnnaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/wtf-why-is-my-blog-not-showing-up-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700295549653260313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/augrlte/tinapic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
