<?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-29761823</id><updated>2011-12-21T10:30:02.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Place Of Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-8374953768358947415</id><published>2011-12-21T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:30:02.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been a rough Christmas for us. My husband is in the construction field and it is always feast or famine. We their is work there is always alot and when work slows down, it actually stops for a week or two. This year the work has slowed at the most crucial times. I have to say that the good Lord above has gotten us through. We waited until last night to get a tree, not because we procrastinated but because we couldn't afford it until my husband got paid last Friday. When we went to look for one at Home Depot or Lowes the ones they had were already brown and they still wanted 59.00. Home depot told us they would be getting another shipment of Trees in on Monday, so we waited. Monday came and I called them periodically through out the day all the way up till 7pm. Each call they said it was coming but hadn't arrived. Finally the last call I made they finally said it wasn't coming. I was heart broken. The only other option was going to the tent vendors along the side of the road. They are usually higher, a lot higher. Last night my husband was looking for all the tents on his way home from work and they had packed up and left, all but one. When he pulled in, they too were starting to pack up to go back to their own homes. My husband went down they discounted aisle and there is was, the very last tree an 8ft. Frasier fur. It is beautiful. The vendor told my husband they had just discounted the tree that day because of it's size and it was their last day here. The tree only cost us $40.00. I know it was God. I know He sat that tree aside for us. It's beautiful, no holes, it's not brown. It actually looks like it was just cut down. It fits perfect in our sunken living room. We have never had a tree this tall before because the prices are usually way too high. Thank you Lord for your blessings you bestow upon us daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-8374953768358947415?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8374953768358947415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=8374953768358947415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8374953768358947415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8374953768358947415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-has-been-rough-christmas-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4320830231401628165</id><published>2011-12-15T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T14:15:14.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change For A Dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9DXL9vIUbWg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4320830231401628165?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4320830231401628165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4320830231401628165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4320830231401628165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4320830231401628165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/12/change-for-dollar.html' title='Change For A Dollar'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9DXL9vIUbWg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5383849191815983111</id><published>2011-12-12T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:50:31.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you Christmas? Faith Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nmGSHZYZ74c?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5383849191815983111?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5383849191815983111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5383849191815983111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5383849191815983111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5383849191815983111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-are-you-christmas-faith-hill.html' title='Where are you Christmas? Faith Hill'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nmGSHZYZ74c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3630742567797130134</id><published>2011-12-12T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:51:14.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Christmas I feel like a lone tree. Somehow Christmas has left me and I long for days of past when I was so filled with the Christmas spirit that it flowed from my very being. Gone are those days. I am sadden and I have no tools to turn this around. There is turmoil within my family and it is not a quick fix and I am not even sure that it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are fine but it is our family that is surrounded by turmoil, immediate and extended included. I haven't even started decorating this year. I am always the one who decorates the store and this year I half halfheartedly put decorations along the front counter and that is where I stopped. It is not in me this year. I can't find it and I am not sure I have the strength too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an up note, I guess my crabby neighbor is glad. He always com[plains about how bright my house is each year. every year he comes into my store and says thankfully, "I see your took your Christmas lights down. Your house was so Bright it lite the whole street up." I always followed with, " You should be thankful we didn't get a chance to put them ALL up this year."  He just looks at me then walks away. I swear each year that I will add more but, this year I will be lucky to get a few up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has been drunk more days than sober the last 6 months. Last night her roommates were going to have her Baker Acted. The police refused...assholes. She needed to be Baker Acted. She was threatening to break a window and cut her wrists and her roommates had to restrain her. She called my mother thinking she had called me and was begging for her to come get her and then abruptly hung up. My mother called me back frantic and then the blame game started and we hung up on not good terms. I am waiting on a call from my sister who will them give me a tongue lashing about how my mother is almost 70 years old and I should just keep my mouth shut when she starts saying things because she is old. Maybe I should have, but I have bitten my tongue so much that I feel I have bitten the end right off and there is no more to clinch down on. She blames my husband, his grandmother and she won't come straight out and say it, but me as well. last night I confronted her on her rude and mean comments and she went ballistic. She started saying she had to get off the phone because I have upset her too much and she could feel her body reacting to the stress I had caused her. She reminded me several times that In had not been the ideal child and had a very sharp tongue. I guess I inherited it from you dear mother. I will admit I have often stated my opinions in the not so best of situations before. As I have grown older I have curbed that quite a bit. In my defense I was a child, what is her excuse? I love my mother dearly even though it does not seem so to the outsider at the moment. She was always there for me in the past. Since I have moved away our relationship has changed. I am now the black sheep that must watch every step or phone calls from the middle sister (the only one that calls) will come in. I haven't talked on the phone with my oldest sister in 12 years nor on facebook for that matter. She never responds to me. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's grandmother is fighting with her children. One of her daughters told her that the grandmother could not ever move in with her if her Father died. She had better make plans to move into an old folks home. She was serious. Grandpop may not make it to another Christmas. He does not look good and is shutting down socially. He drinks heavily. Funny how he stopped all his meds so as the alcohol and meds mixed won't kill him. He doesn't realize not taking the meds is killing him. Nor does he realize the amount of alcohol he drinks is killing him faster. He goes no where. Never leaves the house unless it is to make sure Gram buys him more beer. 12 twelve packs must be kept in the closet at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having Christmas at the Grandmothers this year because grandpop will not leave the house. The daughter decided this and has further made things bad between daughter and mother. It is a mess. Everyone is fussing about small things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on having our very own Christmas dinner with just the immediate family. We will do this when my son is able to come home in January. This will be our first Christmas apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for my family...We NEED it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3630742567797130134?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3630742567797130134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3630742567797130134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3630742567797130134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3630742567797130134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-christmas-i-feel-like-lone-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-157853472509397546</id><published>2011-11-23T11:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:12:53.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible, Believe it or not</title><content type='html'>At this time of year many post religious thoughts or exerts from the Bible and I find myself wanting to challenge what they post. Since going to college I have realize that the Bible is not as pure as I once thought it was. Mankind has influenced and controlled what the bible contains for hundreds of years all in the name of power. There have been books of the bible completely left out because of their content. Who are we to change what God had deemed appropriate and wanted known and how are we NOW suppose to decipher what God said and what man has put in the Bible. The King James version is just that, a version King James found suited him and his needs. He was not a profoundly religious man, he found issues with the old Bible and wanted then changed so that he could get past certain religious obstacles without losing face to his people. He broke away from the Catholic Church and revised the bible to suit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now left questioning my own faith and it's origins. Yes I do believe in God but in the bible there are many contradictions. God is a perfect God but yet He is Vain and Vengeful. We are suppose to be as perfect as we can humanly be and try our best to be as much like God as possible but being Vain and vengeful are sins. God makes no mistakes and Being gay is a sin, then why are babies born with both sexes and parents are forced to choose the sex without knowing the preferences of the child? We now know medically that DNA switches are being turned on and off within the parent which is then passed to the child which in turn can cause a child to be born a female and have preferences to mating with a female. So did God create a mistake or are our children being born condemned and why? God is a loving God so why would he create a condemned child at birth? Or was He not there during Conception and His hand wasn't in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to believe our God is a just and loving God. He is perfect and does not create mistakes. He does not like nor will he tolerate evil, hatred, cruelty and being unforgiving. He created all life which includes homosexuals as well as heterosexuals. God loves us all. Being gay is as much a part of who a person is as their eye color and they have the same amount of choice in that part of who they are. So this Thanksgiving don't only be thankful but be loving, excepting and understanding of everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-157853472509397546?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/157853472509397546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=157853472509397546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/157853472509397546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/157853472509397546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/bible-believe-it-or-not.html' title='The Bible, Believe it or not'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-8382799417483533122</id><published>2011-07-15T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T14:19:39.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnrcf0lW1RQ/TiHWM8ujOII/AAAAAAAAAU0/haYNr-dPrdw/s1600/184622_10150099430889912_518199911_6512984_5198218_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnrcf0lW1RQ/TiHWM8ujOII/AAAAAAAAAU0/haYNr-dPrdw/s320/184622_10150099430889912_518199911_6512984_5198218_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630016527137978498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life I realize that I absolutely am powerless over life and it is a had pill to swallow. I always thought that if something needed to be done, then there was always a way of getting it done. There was nothing I couldn't do and nothing could ever stand in my way until two days ago when my 22 year old daughter called me to tell me she has cirrhosis of the liver. If she doesn't stop drinking immediately then she has less than 7 years to live. She thinks it is reversible, but it is not. Once the damage has been done it is done. All you can do is stop the progression of the disease. I know this when she tells me. I understand more than she does. I am trying to stay calm for her when inside I and scared, terrified of what she has just told me. One, she has a terrible drinking problem that she has not been able to get under control and now she has to stop cold turkey or she will die in less than 7 years?!?!!! There is no word for the fear I have been feeling. She must be on a low sodium and low cholesterol diet the rest of her life and that is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry. I am so angry...... I am angry that my great great ancestors felt fit to corrupt our genes with mental and physical abuse. That these genes have found their way into my life and has now stolen a part of my daughters life. I thought I stopped it when I left Jay, but I was fooling myself. The damage was already done, the abuse went too deep and she has not been able to get past it.I am angry at my ancestors for not stopping it before it reached me, my children, my daughter. Had my mother not been abused then she would not have married two child molesters. One having been my father. No my father never molested me, but he did my oldest sister. When I married Jay, I more or less married my father. Unlike my mother, I put the abuser of my child and me in prison.  I thought with therapy it would be done with. My mistake was not doing long term therapy. My daughter was acting like a very normal child and I stopped my therapy because it was to painful. It seemed to keep things at the surface and too raw. When she entered her teen years I should have restarted the therapy for her, but she refused and said she was over all that years ago and she was no longer a victim. I committed the fatal mistake of denial and wanting to believe that she was right and what she was doing was being a normal teenager who was acting out. It is amazing how we can lie to ourselves. She refused therapy and said she would not participate. I did not make her go. My mother blames my husband and his family for her drinking because they drink. I know she blames me for staying with my husband as well. She is in denial as well. This is fully my fault and the cycle of abuse that my family has fallen into. I don't know how to stop it. I don't know how to keep from passing it on to my grandchildren. It has already touched my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It is not too late to make changes. No this is not a direct death sentence for my daughter if we fight hard enough against her disease. Yes, her life has been possibly shortened, but it is not over. I have not given up, I just do not know what to do. When she was laying in that hospital bed and they were flushing the alcohol from her system and I was watching her convulse with the pain. She looks at me and says, "One day I will make you proud of me mom." I just looked at her and said, "You very silly girl, I have been proud of you since birth. There hasn't been one single day that has passed that I have not been proud of you." I love that child with every fiber of my being and I have no idea why God blessed me with such a special child knowing what was in store for her because of my past. I have no idea why God allowed me to have children when I had no business doing so. Do not get me wrong. I love my children with all my heart, but I have passed on to them certain traits that has condemned them in a way. A father's sins shall be passed on to his children, I know now exactly what that means but how much more do we owe until that debt is paid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-8382799417483533122?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8382799417483533122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=8382799417483533122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8382799417483533122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8382799417483533122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-once-in-my-life-i-realize-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnrcf0lW1RQ/TiHWM8ujOII/AAAAAAAAAU0/haYNr-dPrdw/s72-c/184622_10150099430889912_518199911_6512984_5198218_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5246061008382474316</id><published>2010-11-05T14:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:02:29.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/TNRUs8Va5rI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_K11t2LgHSU/s1600/kitty+kats+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/TNRUs8Va5rI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_K11t2LgHSU/s320/kitty+kats+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536142973032130226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/TNRUH9KGhkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9r6cABTbQ7I/s1600/kitty+kats+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On my 5th semester of college. Next September I will be able to apply for the nursing program. I have 5 more classes to take after this semester and I graduate with my AA. This gives me points towards the nursing program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am burned out and want a break that I can not afford to take. My husband started college with me at the beginning of fall and that actually has been alot of fun. We are taking history together in the spring, this should be interesting to say the least. I am actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester I have to take Comm.II and because I am a gluten for punishment I am taking the same Ice Queen instructor I had for Comm. I. My husband tells me I am crazy for doing this. I believe he is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have new babies added to our family, Cookie and Saber. Saber is Tona's sister from another litter. They are completely spoiled and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5246061008382474316?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5246061008382474316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5246061008382474316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5246061008382474316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5246061008382474316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/TNRUs8Va5rI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_K11t2LgHSU/s72-c/kitty+kats+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6924741169289627444</id><published>2010-04-06T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:15:11.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutting the Damn windows!</title><content type='html'>Update from early:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I sat here enjoying my view and the breeze, a piece of pollen landed ever so gently in my eye and started tormenting the hell out of me. It must be ragweed, because only ragweed has this bad of an effect on me. I now have a huge blister forming inside my eye. Well, its really edema setting up in my eye. It's both painful and extremely itchy. No amount of flushing helps. I had to grab antihistamine to blocks the effects and wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn window is now closed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6924741169289627444?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6924741169289627444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6924741169289627444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6924741169289627444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6924741169289627444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/shutting-damn-windows.html' title='Shutting the Damn windows!'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3979792332422704578</id><published>2010-04-06T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:09:17.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry that I have been such a bad blogger of late. I went over to facebook. I know, I know, It is nothing like my blog here. I have been catching up with family I haven't seen since I was 6 years old. It's been kinda cool, but like any new toy, the new weas off and your back to your comfy spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will always be here at Blogger. I may take vacations from time to time, but this is my home. I have bared and sunk too many roots here to up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time over Easter, but as usual, I did have to work that day, but I was home by 1 o'clock.  Scott's parents were in and as usual they shocked us yet again. They are into hiphop. They had it on their ipods. I just about cracked up. They are so scared of growing old it is funny. I know I am turning 50 in 7 years and yes that is a scarey fact for me, but no way in hell am I going to start listening to hiphop and rap to stay young. Your as old as you think you are. My daughter tells me that all the time and ya know, I believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihave decided to take a class over the summer and as I wrote I rolled my eyes. I am not looking forward to it, but I need the class to apply for the RN program this September. I am taking Microbiology, rolled my eyes again and exhaled. I am really not looking forward to it as the summer is a minimester. It has to be done, so there, I am doing it. Exhaled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to adopt another kitty. Husband has set his foot down and is demanding a black and white kitten and she must be female. Tonna's momma is pregnant again and if she has a black and white female, we are going to snatch the cutie pie up. We just love Tonna so we are very excited and hope there is a black and white kitten in the litter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is finally here, well at least the temps are here. I hated how cold it got this winter and couldn't wait to open the windows and leave them open. I am sitting here at my desk looking out the open window at our back yard. It's great. The pool is finally blue and the plants are getting ready to bloom. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3979792332422704578?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3979792332422704578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3979792332422704578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3979792332422704578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3979792332422704578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorry-that-i-have-been-such-bad-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6628779869587895424</id><published>2010-03-02T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:35:27.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of:</title><content type='html'>It has been truely hard these past few weeks after Ashley's passing (The General, aka Sir Ashley III). We adopted him from a woman that was moving to an apartment building that would not allow her to keep him. The woman was elderly and the move was forced upon her because of finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley earned his Nick name, "The General" because he cared for and kept the other cats in line. We have, had three cats. One is an escape artist. He knows to hang right at the corner of the door when people are coming in or out of the house, he is extremly quick. When ever he would escape and then caught, Ashley would chase him around the house and smack him right on the behind. He would then lay on and wash the offender untill he felt that all outside contaminates were washed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in particular, escapee had escaped unnoticed untill he ran across a strange cat in the yard. Growling and hissing erupted in the backyard. Ashley who was sitting at me feet leaped up and ran straight through the sliding screen door, taking it off it's hinges and wedging between the patio and the ceiling. He ran straight for the intruding cat and ran him off saving peach's dairy air. You see Peaches is a lover not a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our other cat Oreo was dying, he never left her side. When we brought her home to bury her, Ashley kissed her paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley was a very special cat. I have a million and one memories for which I am thankful for. Though we may bring another cat into our home and it will have it's own special personality for us to love, there can never be another one like our General. He and Oreo are laying side by side under a beautiful oak tree in our back yard. Oreo's tombstone is a beautiful cross my husband made with her name on it and Ashley's is a large beautiful stone that is oddly shaped like a cat's head, which also bares his name. I felt it fitting since Ashley was steadfast and solid just like that stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Ashley, Thank you for giving us a good life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6628779869587895424?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6628779869587895424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6628779869587895424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6628779869587895424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6628779869587895424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-honor-of.html' title='In Honor of:'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-1701060488583908301</id><published>2010-02-26T12:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:21:46.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye Gerneral...you gave us a good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/S4gBtxHm6SI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8RlE2cNB5-8/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442602035468232994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/S4gBtxHm6SI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8RlE2cNB5-8/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We lost a family member, The General. He passed away 2/15/10 at 11:35am. I was at school I am sorry to say, but he took his last breath in my husbands arms. We were going to take him to the vet after I got home from school. I cried like a baby the night before, telling my husband I just didn't think I could do it. The General had been with us for 12 years. He was the alpha cat and protected all the others. There will never be another like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss him something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-1701060488583908301?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1701060488583908301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=1701060488583908301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1701060488583908301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1701060488583908301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-bye-gerneralyou-gave-us-good-life.html' title='Good bye Gerneral...you gave us a good Life'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/S4gBtxHm6SI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8RlE2cNB5-8/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-1057268715433044725</id><published>2010-02-23T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:28:06.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would love to post something exciting, humorous or at least something interesting, but I've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have A's in most of my classes at the moment which is a plus. Philosophy is proving harder than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate my job, the only thing that has changed is that maybe I hate it more now????&lt;br /&gt;On that note, a customer walks in the door throws his hands up in the air and shouts, "Pump 7 is gone! Just Gone! It has went blank and is beeping. I put my card in and it just went down!" I look at my co-worker and tell her, " I'll check it out." I walk outside and as I am walking past another gentlemen he calls out to me and says, " It's not working cause he beat the hell out of it."&lt;br /&gt;I look at the irate customer and ask him, "Did you do that?" Irate customer, "Hell ya, it wouldn't take my card!" Me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exasperated&lt;/span&gt;, " Really, Really..You start beating on a machine that is worth thousands of dollars because it won't take your card, then you  complain that it's not working?" Long story short I get his info and  it's between him and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sunoco&lt;/span&gt; now. I just can't believe people. Their stupidity amazes me. Each day brings new levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my husband the other day that if I do get my degree in nursing, that if there is a floor just with just coma patients on it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where I'm working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-1057268715433044725?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1057268715433044725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=1057268715433044725&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1057268715433044725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1057268715433044725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-would-love-to-post-something-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-1880730372072411585</id><published>2010-02-04T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:42:54.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>down in the dumps...</title><content type='html'>I am so down in the dumps. I have no idea as to why. School has lost it's appeal and I hate my job. I have a cold on top of it all which does not help. I feel like I am moving through life just existing to exist. What the hell is wrong with me? where has all my fire gone? I know everyone has bad days, but this has been going on for weeks. I can't shake it and because I can't shake it I am irritated about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go call my best friend, she always seems to help. If she doesn't answer, I guess I'll just go clean the toilets..... Even my humor sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-1880730372072411585?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1880730372072411585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=1880730372072411585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1880730372072411585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1880730372072411585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/down-in-dumps.html' title='down in the dumps...'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4006333897265918079</id><published>2010-01-15T08:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:29:25.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philososphy</title><content type='html'>I went to my philosophy class last night and I have to admit I wasn't sure what to expect, but I did not expect to question wither there is a God or not or His place in this world. I am concerned about this. Though my belief is strong, my teachings of the bible is not, so therefore my foundation is weak. I do not go to church on a regular bases and feel that I need to at least start some kind of a relationship with a pastor of some sort. I do not want this class to shake my foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the class so far and the instructor seems fairly nice. This class is the type of class that makes you think, hence philosophy. Last night we left with the thought, "is something holy because God loves it? or does God love it because it is holy?" The instructor posed that if it was holy because God loved it, then that meant anything that was holy was subject to change if God changed his mind. On the other hand, If God loved it because it was holy, then that meant that holiness was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; of God and we did not need God to be holy. Placing God on a lower level in the universe. I went up to the instructor after class and asked him, If God is everywhere and in everything that is holy, then wouldn't that make what is holy an extension of Him therefore, it would not exist independently of Him? He asked me if I was raised Catholic because that was a very Catholic view. I said no and I didn't get an answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to go further into this subject next week....until then I guess....I feel like Socrates, who never got his answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4006333897265918079?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4006333897265918079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4006333897265918079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4006333897265918079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4006333897265918079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/philososphy.html' title='Philososphy'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6666152148633779962</id><published>2010-01-14T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:23:11.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still have one more class to go and I will have met all my instructors. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;psychology&lt;/span&gt; teacher is nice, so false alarm, but my fitness instructor I think is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;AWOL&lt;/span&gt; from the military. He is a coach and very stern. He unlike my psychology instructor, is coming off exactly the way he planned to. He even said at the end of his introduction, " If I am scaring you then this class may not be for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he expects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To arrive to school 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Min's&lt;/span&gt;. before class. 9:25 is when class starts, if there is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt; that day and you arrive at 9:26 you will not be admitted to class and will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a zero for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt; along with losing 10 points off your final grade. If you do not bring a towel, you lose another 10 points and will not be admitted to class. If you do not wear tennis shoe, guess what? You lose another 10 points and will not be admitted to class. Miss 3 classes and you will be withdrawn or failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home work was to list all 20 exercise equipment and know how to use it and what muscle groups they work. I just know if I go to lift something wrong he is going to scream at me. He seems the creaming type....this will not be good as I will back his ass up two steps and explain to him how to show someone some respect and how to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; it. I'm going to end up in the Dean's office, I just know it. I don't like his style...I hope that I am reading him wrong...I&lt;br /&gt; would love to be wrong on this one, but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have philosophy tonight, God Help me....why did I take all these crazy classes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6666152148633779962?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6666152148633779962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6666152148633779962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6666152148633779962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6666152148633779962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-have-one-more-class-to-go-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2079855298482367360</id><published>2010-01-11T06:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T07:01:53.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School....</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm officially back to school today and my old crazy life schedule....is it bad to be wishing for the end of the semester already? Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2079855298482367360?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2079855298482367360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2079855298482367360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2079855298482367360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2079855298482367360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School....'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-466844474034732955</id><published>2010-01-08T06:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:02:32.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework Already?!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? I have home work already and the damn semester doesn't even start officially until Monday. My Psychology instructor has already put his syllabus on line, sent us all emails stating we need to have read the first Chapter and went over the power point that is also on line before class and be ready to discuss it. I have a feeling this instructor is going to be very demanding and unforgiving and that scares me. I am hoping like hell I can make it through this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, I like challenges, I just hate failing them. I'll just have to make sure I don't fail. One instructor is not going to stand in my way. I have already started reading the chapter and it is very interesting, which is a major plus. I just hope he is a good teacher and doesn't take the fun out of this class. His syllabus threatens failure all the way through it, which is scary as well. If you don't do this you will fail, Failure to comply to this and you will not pass and so on and so on. I hate an instructor that feels they must dominate from the beginning, show they are a bad ass...I wonder if he is compensating for something he does not have...Hmmmm, don't want to know, don't care. I have already decided I'm going to beat this man and pass his freaking class with an "A".  I also laughed and told my husband that I am going to every class with a low cut shirt as well...Hey it can't hurt..right? Right? I know, I know...I would never do that, could never do that. I have too much pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the whole day to myself, my husband, bless his poor soul, is at work in this cold (working out doors in it), my son's will be at school. I have no car today, which excuses me from any errands that may have needed to be ran. My husbands car decided it need a vacation and barely made it in the drive way yesterday. Yes, my husband can fix it, but it was the last thing we needed right now. Thank God, in many ways, that I have the day off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy dinner tonight as well, homemade potato soup and grilled ham &amp;amp; swiss cheese sandwiches on sourdough bread. Comfort food that fits perfect for this weather. Tomorrow we are going to have homemade Chili, which is to die for. We are having the Chili tomorrow night since it is suppose to snow and be colder and the Chili is pretty spicy. I serve it with tortilla chips, tomatoes, chives, sour cream and shredded Cheddar cheese on the side. My husband adds hot sauce and peperoncini peppers. I prefer my peperoncini peppers with a salad instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I plan on curling up on the couch with my pyschology book and finishing that first chapter with notes in tow and then curling up next to my computer and going through that damn power point so I can look that instructor in the face and blast him with all kinds of questions. I hope he's ready....which I'm sure he will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off to the couch I go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-466844474034732955?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/466844474034732955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=466844474034732955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/466844474034732955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/466844474034732955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/homework-already.html' title='Homework Already?!'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6685496833906545368</id><published>2010-01-05T06:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:28:42.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Honestly thought we moved to East Central Florida eleven years ago, really...but I swear the temps out side says differently. I know, I know, it gets way colder in other places, but when you live in a tropical area you tend to expect tropical temps. Twenty-seven degrees is pretty dang cold for my neck of the woods. It's damp here so that makes the cold that much more penetrating. We almost never turn on our heat, but maybe once or twice a year. My heat has been kicking on and off for the past three days and it is set at sixty-eight degrees. &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I have been walking around wrapped up like an Eskimo, yes I am a big baby when it comes to being cold. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on the eleventh and I am dreading it and that is not like me. I'm already worried about the heavy schedule I have chosen for myself. I am filled with self doubt after the terrible semester I just came out of. Not an "A" in sight last semester, I had all B's and I struggled for those B's. My GPA took a real hit and I have to get that back up there before I apply for nursing school. I can do it as long as work doesn't interfere and my husband doesn't get insecure again this semester like he did last semester. Our schedules are just crazy and we never get to see each when I am in school. It wears on you after a while and I'm going on my fourth semester with at least two more semester's ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to one class though and if it is what my advisor said it is, then I will have a fitness slash nutrition class. I need to exercise and loose some weight. I just plan need to be more physically active. I am hoping it will boost my energy level. I get so tired very easily now. It's a bit scary and I am wondering if I might need to make a trip to a doctor. It's weird cause as soon as I eat, I get so tired start nodding off if I sit still to long. I did this in class a couple of times last semester. It was terrible, I would keep shifting around in my seat ,stretching my legs, drink some water, and taking deep breath to keep myself from nodding off. Still, that didn't work. One time I actually drifted off while taking notes. Thank God I had a tape recorder. I think I may have an issue with my blood pressure. Everything I learned in Anatomy points to me having high blood pressure and having a fitness class will really help if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a full day today, my youngest son has a dentist appointment at 9:40. I have to call my husbands dentist because yesterday while at work he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chipmunked&lt;/span&gt; out again on one side of his face. I believe he has an infection, no I know he has an infection, but from what? Today was my day off, but have been called in to work anyway, and I have to call the college support desk because once again they have locked me out of my account where I get all my grades, schedule and other important information. It happens at least 3 to 4 times a semester. Drives me insane because that is time spent that I could be doing something else important. It happened toward the end of last semester and I should have taken care of it then, but chose not to, so here I am in crunch time again doing what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while at work, I had this huge line in front of me and a woman was next in line. She was thin as a rail, her face looked like it had been aged by drugs and her front teeth had the very tell-tell signs of a heavy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt; user. I couldn't tell her age. She looked like she could be younger, but with the heavy drug use, who knew? She wanted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cigs&lt;/span&gt; and some gas, so I carded her. She starts going off, "It's in the GOD DAMN car, I'm F_ _KING thirty-three years old! " Me, "You have to have your ID on you when you buy cigarettes mam and once I ask for it and know you don't have it on you, I can't sell it to you until I see it by law." Her, " Just give me the GOD DAMN gas for now. How much are the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cigs&lt;/span&gt; any way?!" Me, " $5.95" Her, " Awe F_ _K that! I'll go some where else, just give me the DAMN gas!" Me, " How much do you need and what pump are you at?" Her, " I don't know....Give me $8.00 on ....I don't know what pump..the far one...( we have eight pumps and "the far one" could be any)...the white car." There were currently 3 white vehicles at the pumps, so I ask her, "what type of car mam, there are 3 other white vehicles out there and two are not yet pumping gas?" Her, " For F_ _ K's SAKE!" She steps back and looks out the door then says, "pump one!" Pump one is the closest pump, but I say nothing and set her pump. She hands me a twenty dollar bill and says, " Hurry up with my F _ _ KING change!" I'm trying to keep my cool here and go to hand her back her change and she grabs my hand along with her change and pulls real hard. I immediately reacted by grabbing on to her hand and pulling her toward the counter and saying, "Lady, do you realize that what you have just done is assaulted me in front all these people and now what I am doing is reacting in self defense, you better be glad I don't take this a step further. Don't EVER step foot in this store again or I will call the police on sight." I let go of her hand and she just looked at me. I pointed to the door and said,"NOW." she turns and sees all the people looking at her, my co-worker looking at me and at her and she leaves. Everyone thinks I am so sweet and nice. They don't realize I have it in me to stand my own ground. The next customer in line slapped his ID on the counter smiling and said, " All I need is is gas on pump 6. Here's a twenty and I don't want any change back."  I laughed and said, " Then why are you still standing here holding my line up?" He said, "I was afraid to leave until you told me I could." Some customers are great and then you have the ones that make you wonder what the hell your doing working in a place like that. I know what I did was not professional. I also realize it was dangerous, but I also know that if you show fear in that job, your done for. I earn every dime of my paycheck and then some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6685496833906545368?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6685496833906545368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6685496833906545368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6685496833906545368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6685496833906545368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-honestly-thought-we-moved-to-east.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-1897858610054644761</id><published>2010-01-04T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:34:57.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I put up some new pictures from Christmas and Thanksgiving of my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-1897858610054644761?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1897858610054644761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=1897858610054644761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1897858610054644761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1897858610054644761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-put-up-some-new-pictures-from.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4223416678710039200</id><published>2010-01-04T06:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:51:00.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The season is over and I hate that. It always depresses me to take all the decorations, especially the Christmas tree. I know this sounds crazy, but I always have to say goodbye to the tree, thanking it for being such a special part of our family for a short while. I think it is guilt that a beautiful tree was cut down to serve us and then we throw it to the curb when we are done. Kills me every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was way too short for me this year.  I had to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day which totally sucked. I did get home Christmas Day by 10:00 am, but people were coming over at noon and that left very little personal family time around the tree. This year my husband got me something I really needed and I love him for it. He got me a brand new HP computer with a 20 inch flat screen.  The flat screen is key here, my old computer had the old bulky monitors that took up my whole desk leaving no room for my books. You would not believe how much room I have now. It's like I got a new desk as well. I love it. The computer has windows 7 on it, everyone says it's  the best, I personally have no clue. All I know is, Things are a bit harder for me to find on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say my husband knows me better than I know myself. I wanted a laptop, like really bad. After I seen this computer and thought about me trying to carry that laptop plus books to school....the laptop would have went to school one day and I would have been stuck with a much smaller laptop, smaller screen, sitting on my desk. I would have been sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I also got a new digital camera, which I totally love. I have been snapping pictures of everything and video tapping...I still don't know what all it does, but it's cool. I also got the "Pink " CD that I have been wanting forever.  It's the "Fun House Tour", the CD also came with a DVD of the tour as well, pretty cool.  She wrote some of the songs on here when her and her husband were going through their divorce. They are back together now, but the songs she wrote were during my own time of trial. I love the song "Please Don't leave Me" because well that was how I was before the separation. I love the song, "I Don't Believe You" because that was me during the separation. I also love her song, "U + UR Hand" because well, that's just funny and spoke how I felt a many of time when going out with my friends in my younger years. I can't forget to mention the song, "Crystal Ball"....This CD is another step in my healing.  I have always liked Pink. I like her fire and how she is not afraid to be different or speak her mind. She also very soulful as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I have to say the CD is one of my favorite gifts. I am easy that way. Words mean everything to mean, the way you can put them together and reach right out and touch someones soul when they read them or hear them. I owe that to my dear grandmother. She showed me the wonderful world of books and how important words are, they can heal or they can maime, words should never be taken lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to a lighter note, we had a very wonderful Christmas. Family was together and there wasn't any fighting going on. It was perfect. Grandpop stopped drinking and looks better than I have seen him in many years. There was much laughter and lots of time spent talking of good past times. I was reminded that we just don't know if anyone will be missing from our Christmas table next year and we need to love and treasure every moment we have. I think that is another reason I was snapping pictures like crazy this year. Capture every moment you can, anyway that you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That is what I want to do in the coming year, surround myself with family and friends and capture every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4223416678710039200?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4223416678710039200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4223416678710039200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4223416678710039200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4223416678710039200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/season-is-over-and-i-hate-that.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4985817705233685815</id><published>2009-12-22T07:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:23:26.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Wrapped Up With a Bow</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh. The satisfaction of being ready, all gifts bought, house decorated and yes the non-Charlie Brown tree has also been bought and decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and her girlfriend spent the weekend with us last weekend. I loved every minute of it. We all decorated the tree together. I think this tree is the most beautiful tree we have had in many years. I'll have to post a picture of it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas has to be one of the best in many a year. The family is all gathering here again. My family is finally healing from past hurts. I am thankful of this. I have prayed for God to teach me how to let go and though moments of memories flash up, they are not as hurtful. I am overwhelmed by a feeling of love that somehow has broken through the rage and left me with the satisfaction and knowledge that the space she has been renting in my brain is at the end of it's lease. Thank-you God. I was fearful of this time of year and how it would effect me and him. I was always afraid he would think of her and miss her. I have imagined and allowed myself to believe she still had some kind of hold on my husband, but for some reason, I am more confident in his love for me. Our foundation is becoming more firm and I am starting to believe in it. That is a scary thing for me to admit. My whacked up way of thinking is to believe in the worst, that way you are prepared for it and if nothing bad happens, then all the better. I know it is a self preservation way of thinking, but what a horrible way to live. In fact it is a fear of living. I don't want to live that way anymore. There, that is my New Years resolution, to live without fear and to believe good things are meant for me and that I do deserve them. I think I thought to believe I deserved good things was to believe I was better than others....isn't that crazy? Everyone deserves good things to happen in their life. I somehow thought I wasn't worthy. And do you know what is messed up about that thinking? It is that if you don't think your worthy neither does anyone else and that's why they treat you the way they do. I have become my own therapist, it's a shame, I'll have no one to sue if I become worse due to said therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note( a lame attempt to make this lighter), I had a great weekend off if you don't count the 5:00 am , 5:39 am, 6:00 am phone calls wondering where the key for the ice chest was. I finally answered the phone saying, " did you look beside the lotto machine where it is always kept?" Co-worker, "umm, no....Oh here it is, thanks" Me, "What wonders, imagine that?" I hang-up. Ok, I know that was rude, but it was the first whole weekend off in over 9 months when I could sleep in next to my hubby. I had talked about it all week long about how I was going to be able to sleep in with my hubby because with mine and his schedule, that never happens. My days off are never with his. Co-worker was well aware of this. Co-worker is well aware of where the keys are kept. On Monday I found out that they had called my boss as well, but he turned his cell phone off when he listened to the message. This made matters worse. He is salary while I am hourly. I do not get paid when answering calls at home about work. F_ _ker. Ok, lighter note was not achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know what hubby has gotten me for Christmas, no I did not snoop, I pouted it out of him, but he will not allow me to have them until Christmas day, you know...after work...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;So, I am not going to tell you what it is until then either, so there..all must suffer...I am sure you are hanging on to your seat from that one, still, I will not tell other than to say it is killing me to wait. I think knowing and having to wait is worse, for me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is off to work for me....I won't have another day off until Monday, boss is leaving for his vacation at noon today and I will be in charge of the store. It's a given it will be a shambles when he gets back. I am not yet trained for taking over the store. I have told him this and his answer is, "No worries, but promise me you will still be here when I get back?" Me, "Sure I will, with my two week notice in hand..." He knows I was kidding, with this economy, who's gonna quit their job? He may lose his for not making sure I was trained properly, But me...I will still be there..I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4985817705233685815?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4985817705233685815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4985817705233685815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4985817705233685815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4985817705233685815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-wrapped-up-with-bow.html' title='All Wrapped Up With a Bow'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5860921147956151992</id><published>2009-12-16T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:27:22.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have started putting up our Christmas lights. I am so excited about this. A new house, a new look. We are going to shock the heck out of our neighbors. They don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; just how many lights we always put up at Christmas. It is a given fact that when all the lights go up, I can't use my microwave while the lights are on or we blow a fuse. Of course that was in the other house, who knows what will happen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When we first started putting up lights at the old house, no one on the street ever put up lights. Every year that pasted, more and more people started joining in on decorating their houses. It was way cool. We had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; with one of our neighbors. They are way better off than us and had cooler lawn lights, but we had just as many lights as they did. Then someone started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vandalizing&lt;/span&gt; their lights every year and they have stopped putting them up all together now. The street got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; darker at Christmas and was pretty sad, now we have moved away and the street is all that much darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We live just a few streets over from where we use to because we didn't want the kids completely up rooted. They still live in the same neighborhood as their friends and go to the same schools as before. I have a hard time going down that street though. The bank finally put our house up for sell. They updated the kitchen and painted the house, I doubt they will get what they want out of the house though, not with the market the way that it is. The reason I know about the kitchen and painting of the house is our old neighbors feel the need to tell us what the bank is doing with "our" house. I know they mean well, but we just don't really want to know. If the bank gave us that house back for free, I wouldn't move back in. Yes, there are good memories there, but there are also some pretty bad ones. I think I would have to have the place blessed and exercised before I would even think of  moving back....even then I would want to knock the whole house down and rebuild something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     That is what we are trying to do here, build something new. It's one of the reasons why the lights are important to me this year, more than any other year. A Birth of a new life, a new beginning. Neither of us are who we use to be, thank God for that. I checked a million lights yesterday before work. I passed hubby in traffic, he was coming home and I was just going in. I had dinner cooked and ready for him, so he and the youngest put up the lights that I had checked. Now all I have to do is go through the other million and one lights we have left to put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We haven't gotten our tree yet. If I'm not too tired after work tonight, we are going to go pick one out. Hubby is worried we might get stuck with a Charlie Brown tree. I kindly reminded him that the way trees cost this year all we can afford is a Charlie Brown tree and to stop worrying, we got plenty of time. He didn't think that was too funny. on the other hand I did, I find strength in our poverty, I always have. Families tend to forget what matters the most when money is abound. It's not the gifts, it's the time spent together, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about about past times. It's about being in the kitchen and making cookies together, curling up on the couch and watching "The Christmas Carol" (The old one with George C. Scott or the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Muppet's&lt;/span&gt;, the only versions I'll watch), or listening to Christmas music while the family decorates the tree together and then reading the story of Christmas. That is what Christmas is to me, spending time with my family, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re bonding&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;re birthing&lt;/span&gt; our love for one another and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; we are blessed with adding a new member to our family. We have two this year so far. One is my daughter's new girlfriend and our new kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On Good Friday we had to put to rest one of our cats, Oreo.  Fortunately we had a wonderful vet. She cried with us when we had to make the decision to put Oreo to sleep. She prayed with us and was ever so gentle with Oreo. Oreo developed a tumor in her lungs that was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt;. She was perfectly healthy one week and then a week and a half later she was gone. When the vet diagnosed Oreo, she told us to take her home, that it wasn't time yet, and to love on her and Oreo would let us know when she was ready. The Vet was so right, we kept Oreo at night in our room and the night before we put her to rest she came up and licked us both in the face and settled down between us for a long and labored night of breathing. We got zero sleep that night and made the call the next morning. When the vet gave her the first shot, Oreo started to purr, it was her way of letting us know, it was alright and it was what she wanted. Even the vet started to cry. When the second shot was administered Oreo was at peace. Our vet told us to bring her home and let the other cats see her and allow them to grieve as well. I had always thought you shouldn't do this, an old wise tale that it would cause your other animals to to grieve themselves to death, but she told us that it was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt;, not letting the other cats know what happened to her would upset them. So we took her home and showed her to the other cats. I was amazed at how they acted. Ashley, the old general walked up to her and kissed her paws while Peaches kept smelling her and looking up at us and then laid down beside her.We buried her under a large oak tree in the back. My husband made her a cross with her name inscribed on it and I have planted a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;peace lily&lt;/span&gt; on her grave. We miss her terribly and as I wrote this, I have sat her and bawled like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On Easter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katana&lt;/span&gt; was born and we were able to bring her home 8 weeks later. I know this may sound crazy, but I feel that God blessed us with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katana&lt;/span&gt;. She is more human that cat, honestly. She sleeps above my head on what we call her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nursey&lt;/span&gt; pillow. There are raised flowers on it that she nurses on before she will go to sleep and if you disturb her while she is sleeping she will start nursing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; to fall back asleep, just like a baby. On her back and down her spine to the beginning of her tail, she has an outline of a sword. The hilt of the sword is shaped like a cats head and begins at the top of her head. I feel this is God's way of saying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oreo's&lt;/span&gt; spirit is with Him and He has given &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Katana&lt;/span&gt; to us in return. Her markings are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; unique and symbolic to me. She is a tortoise shell calico, with lots of red highlights and greenish eyes. She is my baby and can do no wrong, except when she tries to eat my parrot, then we have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to be thankful for this Christmas and even though I will be working on Christmas day ( boss decided to take his vacation starting Dec.22 and will not return until after the New Year) I plan to keep a joyful heart....I swear....really....even as I'm rising at 3am to open a store on Christmas Morning while others will be gathering around the tree, creating memories, laughing.....My heart will be joyful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5860921147956151992?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5860921147956151992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5860921147956151992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5860921147956151992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5860921147956151992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-have-started-putting-up-our.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3789491904988915564</id><published>2009-12-14T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:12:49.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SyZG7o0hm3I/AAAAAAAAASI/X5c-L51wdAM/s1600-h/Picture+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415093592343550834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SyZG7o0hm3I/AAAAAAAAASI/X5c-L51wdAM/s320/Picture+262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The semester is done and all exams are taken, now it is time to celebrate!! I struggled so hard this semester. I never found my grove and barely made it through. I have never looked so forward to an end like I did this semester. I do not go back to school until Jan. 11th, 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would say this, but I am sooo very glad to be done with Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology. 2 semesters of it. Dr. Harvey made it extremely interesting. I was in awe of this man, now get your heads out of the gutter, I was in awe because of all he has accomplished in his life and the knowledge he had to share. He use to run several departments at the CDC (Center of Disease Control) in Atlanta. The stories he would tell about his time there made the class extremely interesting. I thought I would be sad to know that there would be no more classes to learn from this man, but nope. As I finished my exam, I exhaled a long deep breath. I gathered my belongings and my test and walked up to his desk. He was already standing, took my test then gave me a hug goodbye. He whispered holiday wishes and said how he enjoyed having me in his classes and wished me luck with my endeavors. I felt a bit uncomfortable with this. Now mind you, he did this with a couple of the other students, so he meant no harm. I just let very few people in to my inner space and in my inner space there are only 3 males allowed there. My husband of course and my two son's, all other males must stay 2ft away. I just smiled back at him and said thank-you and walked away feeling relieved. I told my husband about this and he said, " You know it's your fault he hugged you?" I was shocked and said, "Why?!" My husband laughed and reminded me about the end of the first semester and how I handed in my exam. Let me explain, I handed in my test, Dr Harvey was sitting at his desk and when I leaned slightly to hand him my test, he smiled real big and said, "Thanks, enjoy your summer." I walk out into the hall and look down and realized the button on my v-neck shirt had popped open and apparently Dr. Harvey got a pretty good view of my DD cleavage. Needless to say I was embarrassed. So, when my husband reminded me of that, I laughed and said, "That was a total accident!" My husband said, "Yeah, but he was probably hoping for a bit more." Well, he didn't get it cause I wore a sweat shirt with a hoody and jeans this time. My husband laughed and told me I could forget those bonus points now. I just shot him a look. Things always happen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, we finally started putting up our christmas lights outside. I am so excited about this. New house, new look. While my husband is at work I'm going to start getting the inside decorated. We went through all the boxes and brought them into the dinning room last night for me to put out today. My daughter called while we were doing this to ask me a question about her tree. This is the first year she has bought a real tree to put up. She wanted to know how to make the limbs fall. I told her to put it in the tree stand and let it sit over night and make sure you water it. She wasn't happy she had to wait. I miss her so much. Here's a picture I took of her at Thanksgiving. Ok, it went to the top of the page and I can't get down here where I want it. I think she is beautiful, so I'll leave it where it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the decorations are calling and so is my Christmas spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3789491904988915564?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3789491904988915564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3789491904988915564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3789491904988915564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3789491904988915564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/semester-is-done-and-all-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SyZG7o0hm3I/AAAAAAAAASI/X5c-L51wdAM/s72-c/Picture+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3301300886435126687</id><published>2009-12-11T07:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:54:35.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone noticed that they have released and licensed all the assholes in the world?</title><content type='html'>Every Thursday evening I have to take both of my sons to their perspective destinations. My youngest goes to tutoring (in-laws pay for it) on one side of town and my oldest son to a night class so he can graduate on time on the other side of town. Last Thursday I am driving the youngest to his perspective destination listening to Christmas music on the radio. We are both singing alone with the music when a man in a truck comes flying up along side of me. Clearly he is speeding and the van in front of him is doing the speed limit. He decides he wants to go around this van and swerves over into my lane, missing my bumper by and inch along with the van in front of him. I honk my horn...nothing..he flies down the road. My heart is pumping, I look over at my son and thank God we weren't in an accident, then...I get mad..really mad. Just because this man wanted to get home fast, sneak over to the girlfriends house for a quickie before going home to the unsuspecting wife, who knows who cares, he almost messed up two families lives with his dangerous driving. I see my opportunity to tell him so at the next light. He's in the left turning lane at the light..perfect..As we pull up I roll down my window and tell him, "that was pretty dangerous what you did back there, you almost hit me and the van in front of you, I'm glad my family doesn't have to burying my son and me for Christmas" The light changes, the man gives me the finger and says, "F_ _ K YOU, BITCH" and turns. I holler as loud as I can, "Merry Christmas, Asshole" Shocked at what I did, I look over at my twelve year old son to tell him I'm sorry and that I shouldn't have called that man an asshole and my son points out his rolled down window and there sitting beside us is a cop. I think, great now I'm gonna get a ticket for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;road rage&lt;/span&gt;. The cop smiles, salutes me and says, "Merry Christmas Mam" After the light changes and we drive away, I tell my son I should have never have called that man that name and my son says, " well the cop thought it was pretty funny." I thought to myself, what great role models we just displayed for my son.....lovely. I try to explain to my son that that man could have gotten a ticket for reckless driving and that we both could have gotten a road rage ticketand that was the least of things. I could have gotten us both shot by hollering at that man and blah, blah, blah.....it was all lost on him. Here's another page to add to my perfect parenting book of what not to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3301300886435126687?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3301300886435126687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3301300886435126687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3301300886435126687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3301300886435126687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/has-anyone-noticed-that-they-have.html' title='Has anyone noticed that they have released and licensed all the assholes in the world?'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2962935926019439706</id><published>2009-12-03T07:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:44:37.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SxfARqpWTzI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q7BNQNumsRo/s1600-h/kitty+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411004887046967090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SxfARqpWTzI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q7BNQNumsRo/s320/kitty+Christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't posted lately, With Thanksgiving and finals coming up next week, I have just been to busy. I'm taking a much needed break from studying to give my brain a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving actually went well. The Turkey was all that we feasted upon this year, no one ended up pecked to death this year. I am surprised, happily surprised. The food all turned out great, this year my husband did most of the cooking. He is actually a really good cook, better than me ...... Yes I said that out loud....and yes, it is true...there I said it. I wasn't surprised that the food turned out good, I was surprised we did have any uncontrollable surprises, like the oven stopped working mid way through..that has happened. We had plenty of food and were all rolling around the house by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to take hubby to have 3 wisdom teeth removed. This is being done a 6:45am. They are going to put him to sleep for this procedure. He picked to be put to sleep. He has had 1 wisdom tooth pulled already and that was a disaster. It was hacked out ( yes, hacked) by a different dentist. It took this dentist FIVE hours to remove this tooth. My husband felt most of it since it was not numbed properly, hence him choosing to be a sleep this time. The dentist actually climbed up in the chair with my husband trying to get better leverage to pull said wisdom tooth. He ended up with 9 stitches and a huge fear of dentist. The new dentist promises it will only take him 15 minutes to pull said teeth, my husband still wants to be put under. Let me just put in right here, my husband has never had surgery where he was knocked out. He is terrified of this as well. He has been driving me crazy all week saying he hopes he doesn't die. You know, I know there are risks and I truly do understand he fear, really...but he has been literally driving me crazy with the fear of his choice. I have told he call the dentist and tell them you just want to be numbed....he immediately says no way, he wants to be out of it. I so want to find the hack dentist and smack him on the back of the head, just a quick smack....crack.... and say, see what you have done and burn his Internet degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (hubby) has already told me that he needs to be entertained while laid up. I'm like yeah well, I'll make sure the remote is handy. Ok, I know that sounds cold....I do plan to make sure that he is comfortable and he gets his meds and when he is allowed to eat, bring him food and such, but entertain? I have exams I have to study for, two papers to write that are part of exams and my only days off are today and tomorrow. Am I horrible? I feel bad, but I have to study. I'll be glad when this semester is over. I am ready for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter starts college next fall, I can't wait. She will be attending the same college as me. I am so stoked. No, I doubt we will have any classes together as she clearly states she is not interested in going into the medical field. She is not sure what she wants to go for so she is just going to go for her basic classes for now until she decides, but still, we will be there together...I'm so excited...though, I'm sure she isn't as excited about that as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my break must end here. I must return to my studies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2962935926019439706?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2962935926019439706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2962935926019439706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2962935926019439706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2962935926019439706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-i-havent-posted-lately-with.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SxfARqpWTzI/AAAAAAAAARo/Q7BNQNumsRo/s72-c/kitty+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-7730577724315022059</id><published>2009-11-24T05:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:46:00.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I am taking general psychology this semester? Well  I am.  I find this class very interesting. I wish I could really devote some time to this class. Time is a big issue with me this semester. One of the saving graces I have had with this class though is that most of the illnesses or subjects we discuss I can put a name with to help me remember for test time. For instance, Oh..that one is my dad and this one is my psycho ex-husband or that is my in-laws, etc. I have often wondered if the rest of the class does the same or am I the lucky one that has had all types of disturbed people walk through my life? Then I wonder, what effect does this have on me? I mean, planning someone downfall in the middle of the night and going to sleep with a smile on my face is normal, right......right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instructor warned us not to diagnose people in our lives. She warned us that a lot of the symptoms could be found in people we know, but that by no means meant that they were this or that. Still I had no problem putting faces with different types of disorders to family members, ex- family members, ex-employers, etc. Hey..it has helped me through the course. I am sure that most of the faces I have put with these disorders are not fair, but it has been fun to remember them this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was worried I would do this to him, he didn't want me to "diagnosed" him.  We have already went through a class that was like a self-help class and he hated it. I had to write a journal and assess and reassess decisions in my life, who I am and who I want to be. It made me an emotional mess for a short time. He hated that class, but it was during my first semester and the timing had a lot to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey day is just two days away for us, we are celebrating on Friday as that is the day most can have off or work with other family gatherings. In ways I am really looking forward to it and in others I am dreading the hell out of it. Drinking is not an option for me this year since I have to open the store the next morning and have to be there by 4:00am, total bummer. It would be nice to know that if things get too hairy, I could tie one on to get through the day, fat chance. I can't even remember the last time I actually tied one on.....I'm to flipping responsible and plus the fact that I hate hanging my head in the toilet for hours on end &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;recthing&lt;/span&gt; my guts out with my head feeling like a marching band is marching in circles inside it.  I always swear that at the end of each semester I am going to get smashed.....I never do. What is wrong with me? Like I said, most times it is the thought of the morning after that curbs any desire to get smashed. It just doesn't balance out for me. The fun I had the night before is just not worth the pain the next day, no matter how much fun I have. Just can't see it. Oh well, I'll just have to stick with, " at the end of the semester I am going to get tipsy". See, it just doesn't sound all that great or fun, or stress relieving that way.  Oh My God...I'm getting old.....That's what is wrong with me....I'm getting old and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; to go take my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geritol&lt;/span&gt; and go lay down....for poops sake....geritol...do they even sell that anymore? I'm so flipping old......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-7730577724315022059?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7730577724315022059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=7730577724315022059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7730577724315022059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7730577724315022059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-i-mention-that-i-am-taking-general.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3503623612232926096</id><published>2009-11-20T06:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:47:52.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 4 more classes until the end of this semester and believe me I am thankful. I am looking forward to the break in between. I over loaded myself this semester, of course I do that every semester.  A break will be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking all these medical classes has made me very aware of how bad my life style is and makes me wonder just when I am going to fall over dead. I am in the top 3 categories of what causes cancer, strokes and heart attacks. I am over 40, I smoke, I don't get enough exercise and finally my sodium intake is twice what it should be. It's pretty scary knowing your in the top 3. Have I changed anything though......ummm...no. I don't have the time to exercise and if I tried to stop smoking now I would make the evening news, "Woman stops smoking and goes on a killing rampage." Sodium intake, well I never salt my food as it is, the sodium is already in the food I eat. Did you know that diet drinks are loaded with sodium? Diet Dr.Pepper is the worst. Can veggies are not your friends and never ever eat out. If a food is convenient stay away from it. Great, I'm short on time and now I have to stand over a stove and cook long drawn out meals.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to look at it this way...food is like sex, if it's quick it's no good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching gears, This Thanksgiving the in-laws are coming to our house. I'm not sure how I feel about this. In some ways I am happy, happy not to have to drive anywhere. In some ways I am over whelmed, we are doing all the cooking, cleaning and I have finals coming up. People will be coming in shifts, Grandparents will be here all day. The Aunt and cousins are coming around 4:30 and so is my daughter and her girlfriend. My Husbands parents live out of state and are not coming this year.  My family lives out of state and are not coming. I don't think I could handle my family together with my husbands family. My family harbors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of anger toward his family. I think I would have to get a prescription for that event. My mother and his grandmother in the same room would be disastrous. Someone would be going to the hospital for sure and probably me from a freaking melt down. My husband's family remind me of a group of vultures. None of them are happy and pick at each other to feel better about who they are and where they are in life. My family has never been that way. We love each other with faults intact.  We don't talk about an issue unless that person has brought it up, then we try to be helpful. Mind you we do have our quarrels, but we usually do not set out to harm. It's different with my husbands family, just know Turkey is not thing only thing that will be devoured at our Thanksgiving dinner and nothing is safe, not even the animals. My poor bird is a good example. He has never been the same since the grandparents lived with us. He now has mental issues and squawks at the mere sight of them and will not stop until I put a blanket over his cage. Can birds have nervous breakdowns? Mine is definitely on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;edge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess since it is Thanksgiving, I should think about what I am thankful for. I am thankful My children are all in good health. My daughter is turning her life around and is starting college this fall. Thank you God. She has her driving permit, she now realizes the dangers and her mortality while driving, another prayer here...God, please keep her and others safe while driving. I am thankful for my husband and our marriage and in a strange way I am thankful for the chance to have realized just how important that is to me. With as stubborn and pigheaded as I am, I don't think I would have learned any other way. I am admitting one of my faults here, this is a rare moment..damn two faults..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; rare.  I am thankful for my home and for my job. I am thankful for the $1.50 an hour raise I have just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;. I am thankful for my husband's job, his boss is a dick, but I am thankful all the same. I am thankful for the animals I have and their good health( 3 cats 1 bird) . I am thankful for my car, it's paid for and can get me from point A to point B and that is all I need. I am thankful for my family and their health along with my husband's family. I am thankful for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to go to college and try to realize my dreams. I am thankful for another day with my family. I am thankful for the ability to love, hurt, learn, laugh and to forgive. I am thankful for God's presence in my life, cause with out Him I could not have survived a lot of the trials in my life, and there have been many.I am thankful for my friends, though there are not many, the memories and the time we have shared have been grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3503623612232926096?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3503623612232926096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3503623612232926096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3503623612232926096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3503623612232926096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-4-more-classes-until-end-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-8300989122637386706</id><published>2009-11-12T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:51:52.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I updated an older post. Look back to the paper I was going to submit. I added my reasons for not submitting it. It has got to be the time of year that brings this out in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-8300989122637386706?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8300989122637386706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=8300989122637386706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8300989122637386706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8300989122637386706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-updated-older-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-8696103056901312500</id><published>2009-11-03T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:20:22.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SvBKJUQp1OI/AAAAAAAAAQY/foMA_jlqGhw/s1600-h/y1p1DsajTT9HamIA3BzOroJeJrLi0sgbMNGaeGlDafTK_OvTDNP5t_Akb1OO_CahPYez8XaGTb7x9M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399897477135062242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SvBKJUQp1OI/AAAAAAAAAQY/foMA_jlqGhw/s320/y1p1DsajTT9HamIA3BzOroJeJrLi0sgbMNGaeGlDafTK_OvTDNP5t_Akb1OO_CahPYez8XaGTb7x9M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so overwhelmed with life right now, I think I am going insane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-8696103056901312500?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8696103056901312500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=8696103056901312500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8696103056901312500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8696103056901312500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-overwhelmed-with-life-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/SvBKJUQp1OI/AAAAAAAAAQY/foMA_jlqGhw/s72-c/y1p1DsajTT9HamIA3BzOroJeJrLi0sgbMNGaeGlDafTK_OvTDNP5t_Akb1OO_CahPYez8XaGTb7x9M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4188110752959890044</id><published>2009-10-13T12:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:06:26.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oct. 13, 2009&lt;br /&gt;She’s old and not worth the work…..&lt;br /&gt;  At least that is what it seems like all the professionals are saying. There is an old woman in my neighborhood and she has schizophrenia.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I believe she is off of her medication. My husband and son were washing the cars a few weeks ago and she came up to them and started talking. During the conversation she told them she was a doctor and built all the hospitals in the area. She also told them she was a police officer and had once traveled into space. She seemed somewhat harmless, except possibly to herself since she was not of sound mind.  When my husband told me of the conversation, our son informed us that she walks the neighborhood all the time and picks up things out of people’s yard. Things like kid’s skateboards, their bikes, etc. My son said he and his friend were out playing and she walked by and picked up his friends skateboard and went walking down the road with it. They had to get his friends dad to retrieve the skateboard as she would not give it back to the kids claiming it was hers. I told my son to make sure he never left anything in the front yard then. I asked my husband if she had told him anything about who she lived with. He said she said something about her husband having died, but was confused about when because she keep changing between months and years as she talked. I was very concerned for several reasons. I figured she had to have someone living with her and wondered, did they know she was out walking alone? I started asking my neighbors about her. The stories they told me, not only scared me a bit, but made me angry. Apparently, the police and Human services are well a where of her state of mind and knew she lived alone. Did I mention this woman is about 70 years old? She has a history of violence. Apparently several years ago her husband was in a nursing home. She went to the nursing home, shut the door to her husbands room, put a chair or something to block the door and commenced to beating her bed ridden husband and his roommate. The police and fire department had to be called to break the door down and stop her. She was admitted to a hospital for six months.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am really getting a bit more concerned and bit scared.&lt;br /&gt;        Last week I came home from school. It was one of my long days and I get home about an hour after my youngest son. He’s twelve. I walk in the door and he meets me in the foyer.  He tells me the old woman was in our backyard. He said she was sitting on our patio furniture smoking a cigarette. When she finished her cigarette, she walked over to our tomatoes and was looking at them, squeezing them to see if the were ripe and then walked around our yard and eventually left. He said he was scared because the screen door on the porch was unlocked and the sliding door was unlocked as well.&lt;br /&gt;        Okay, now I was freaked out. I did not tell my son, but my husband got up early one weekend around 5:30 am and seen the screen door was standing wide open. I had to be at work that morning by 4:00 am, so I was already gone. It had happened one other time after that. We are extremely terrible about leaving our porch and our sliding doors unlocked.  So, here I am putting stories together and now fear this poor old woman has been at least on my porch if not inside my house walking around. I call the police (by the way they knew who she was as soon as I gave my address). While I am waiting for them to show up I go to her neighbors and talk to them and they tell me she has no running water and hasn’t for weeks. They had called human services and they have done nothing. I am immediately angry. I go home and wait some more for the police. Four hours later I make another call to the police and they inform me my call came in during shift change and got lost in the shuffle. I’m so freaking glad I wasn’t being stabbed to death by an intruder.  They send an officer out another hour later. They female officer comes to my house. I tell her what I know of the woman, that she does not have running water and I feel she has slipped through the cracks of our society and could one day be found dead in her home and been dead for days or weeks before anyone would know. The officer assures me that something will be done especially since she is so old and has no running water. The officer goes to her house and calls me from there. She tells me the old woman is extremely friendly, but denied at first that she was in our back yard, but she admitted that we had a beautiful pool and tomatoes (both are in the backyard). The officer stated that she was of sound mind and was aware she had no running water. I asked the officer if the woman had told her she was a doctor and had built all the hospitals in the area and was a police officer herself? The officer stated, well she has said some pretty outlandish things, but she’s still of sound mind. She also tells me she is going to call human services. I am pissed. How can a person not be insane, but say insane things? The woman is still living in her home with no water. She carries a jug to the lake in our neighborhood and fills it. She walks around her backyard with no clothes on and has no fence. She enters her neighbor’s house without invitations if they forget to lock their doors. She came back to my house just the other day and walked right into my garage through the side door. I wasn’t home, my husband was. He asked her not to enter our home without being asked, she told him she was a police officer and was allowed to enter any home. He did not call the police, he feels it’s a waste of our time, that they will not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;        My fear is this woman will die in her home and no one will know for days or worse yet she will enter a home at night and will get shot, or enter a home and possibly hurt someone in their sleep. How in the world can a person have so little value that no one cares? It’s too much paper work. The state will not step in. I want to call the news paper and have a story done on this poor old woman and how she is lost. I can’t help but wonder if the reason she is not on her medication is because she could not afford it. Knew she was going to slip into a world of confusion and just hoped that someone would pull her back from the obis. No one has and from what I understand it has been years. I am angry.&lt;br /&gt;        I talked to my Anatomy professor, he use to be the head of the CDC in Atlanta, so I know he is pretty well connected. He shook his head, then asked me, “What are you planning on doing? Are you wanting to help this woman out? Are you wanting to get involved?” I looked at him and said, “I want to help her out of her situation, but I can not go and check on her daily, I don’t have the time or energy to take on a project like that.” He smiled and said, “No and you shouldn’t. Your not a social worker and you are not trained, but now you know what part of the problem is. No one has time, money or the energy to help this woman, and that includes the state. They are over whelmed with cases like these.” Me, “But that makes me angry, this poor old woman is lost in her confusion and could hurt herself or someone else. She has value and everyone acts like she’s too much work.’  He told me of some agencies to call and see if I could get any of them to help, but warned me of the walls I would run into. He warned me not to let this consume me. I would have to learn this as a nurse when to let go, know what my limitations were, or I would burn out way before my time. He said it was the hardest thing to learn to do and it is something that can not be taught in a class room. I know he is right, but there is a part of me that says, maybe that is what is wrong with this world today…too many people let go all too soon and walk away. I can’t do that. It is not in me to walk away and let some helpless person drowned. I would want someone to save me. . .&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4188110752959890044?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4188110752959890044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4188110752959890044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4188110752959890044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4188110752959890044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/oct.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2510543029391121629</id><published>2009-10-12T13:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:48:43.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The paper I was to submit</title><content type='html'>If you know my story, you'll understand why I have not submitted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina Moyer&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Rakauskas&lt;br /&gt;ENC 1101-09B&lt;br /&gt;28 Jan. 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smallest Things in Life Can Be the Most Important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to take for granted many things in life. I assumed that having been married for ten years that my husband would always be there. We were one of many going through the national economic crisis. Our financial problems soon developed into marital problems. I figured we had been through so much together that, “this too shall pass” like the old saying. On November 26, 2007, my husband left me. I was right;pass they certainly did. My marriage just happened to go right along with it. I was 40 years old and my life was in shambles. I was forced to realize how I took my marriage for granted. Just because someone has been there does not mean they always will be.&lt;br /&gt;As I would lie in bed at night crying, I would rehash everything I did and didn’t do. I realized the things that I missed the most about my husband were some of the smallest of things, but are so damned important now. I missed his hands and how they would make me feel so safe. I missed his sounds in the house. It had since become a tomb. I even missed the way he grinded his teeth in the middle of the night that use to annoy the hell out of me. The biggest thing was being out somewhere and not being able to look across the room and find him there smiling back at me.&lt;br /&gt;I had realized in three days what I should have known for ten years. I loved my husband and I was not ready to let him go. It took another three weeks for us to work things out and for my husband to move back home.&lt;br /&gt;We have been back together for just over a year now and my marriage is better than it ever was. I make sure I show him every day just how much he means to me. I let him know I need him as much as I love him. When he places his hand on my back, I take notice and hold on to that feeling. When we are out together and I look for him across the room, my heart skips a beat when I find him looking right back at me. When he grinds his teeth at night, I think it’s the best sound in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we still have bills. Yes, we are losing our home. As big as that seems to be, it is small in comparison to my marriage. I believe that the smallest things in life can be the most important. They are the things that are not noticed, but have the strongest bond. The first things recalled after losing someone. The very fabric that binds everything you love in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You know, what this paper did not say was that the reason I came to all this realization was he not only left, but cheated on me with a skank that was only 27. I had just turned 40  years old 23 days before that. I was overweight, she was crackwhore thin (I'll swear to that on a stack of bibles, crackwhore thin)&lt;br /&gt;     It also does not say how I had traded in my dreams for his and work like a man building houses with him for almost 9 years. That I gave up everything that made me happy to make him happy which made me a shell of a person.&lt;br /&gt;     Nor does it say that when we were hurting financially that I gave his grandparents Childsupport money meant for my daughter so they wouldn't starve. In thanks for that I was called a worthless piece of shit by his grandmother after my husband cheated on me.&lt;br /&gt;      Or that he tried to move the sorry skankwhore in with me and my children cause they had no where to go. Her boyfriend of 5 years and father of her child had cut up all her clothes when he found out and I was expected to feel sorry for her and let them move in and sleep in my bed while I took the couch?&lt;br /&gt;      So yeah, I didn't submit this paper to the website. In the paper I took all the blame and yes I did have blame as to where are marriage was, but not for him cheating. Nope that was his cross and shame to bear. He was weak. He was angry and he hurt me the worst way possible. Profoundly. I love my husband, please do not misunderstand. I have forgiven him to an extent, I would like to say completely, but I honestly can't say that yet. I am working on it. I haven't forgotten the man he turned into while we were going through all that. That man is still in him somewhere, it just doesn't go away and I believe that man had always been in there from the beginning, he just loved me so much that I never saw that side of him. Now I am aware, so I don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;     This is around the time of year it happened so things are fresh. I caught him with her 4 days after Thanksgiving. He left me a week later and came back the day after Christmas. I lost 50lbs in that short amount of time, now it seems short, but then it was a lifetime long.  I realize now that that amount of weight loss in that short amount of time probably had me knocking on deaths door. I could have had a heart attack. I'm learning that through all my classes now.&lt;br /&gt;     It will be two years this Christmas, I want to know how much longer till all the anger and pain that flashes back in an instant if I let it will just simply go away? The very first thing I did when we got the internet back was search to see if I could find her. Isn't that just completely crazy? I wanted to know if she was back in the state. I found nothing. This time of year should be the best, but it's not. All I get are flashes and feelings of insecurity. I want what I can not have and helped to some extent to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug your special someone and ask yourself, do you want to lose this person? Then do all that you can to listen, love and grow and make sure they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2510543029391121629?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2510543029391121629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2510543029391121629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2510543029391121629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2510543029391121629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/paper-i-was-to-submit.html' title='The paper I was to submit'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-8449905687774818830</id><published>2009-10-12T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:47:57.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;October 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back into the swing of Things.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realization that I have become bland, or at least my writing has. I use to be so creative and have at least something interesting to say, but I have notta.&lt;br /&gt;For the past Year and a half, I have done nothing but work and go to school. You know the old saying, “All work and no play makes Johnny a bland boy” Well except for the boy part, that’s totally me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought college made you a more rounded person? My husband says I have changed a lot, become more responsible. He said it like I had the plague. I always thought being responsible was a “good” thing. College has made me grow-up, yes at 42 years of age I did need to grow-up. I was very naive about the world and how it worked. I was always afraid to venture to far out in it.&lt;br /&gt;By the way I am aware that I write in fragmented sentences, My Comm. I teacher let me know that right away. Mrs. Hitler, she was that. Mind you she was a good teacher in the sense that she was passionate about English, writing papers and such, but rigid is not a strict enough word for her. Most professors will work with you on certain things and help you find a solution for you situation or at least point you in the right direction. This woman would not budge an inch. Several people broke down in her class bawling including me at one point.&lt;br /&gt;I think she took it as a sign she was doing her job right if she had a student was in tears at least once a week. We started out with 25 – 30 students in the class. By exam time, we had 10 left. Yes, I stuck it out. She made the mistake of making me cry and when that happens, I did in and plan my victory. I came out with a B in that class. When the next semester started I left a note on her office door saying that I made the Dean’s list, what it did not say was, “in spite of you”.&lt;br /&gt;I did write a paper in her class that she encouraged me to submit to a website called “This I Believe” I think it was. That was the subject we had to write on and was the main theme for the website. I have not submitted the paper. The paper was half the story I wanted to write, she edited out a lot and limited the amount of words. The story came out as a half truth.  Maybe I will post it here and you will see what I am talking about. It was written on a personal matter. It was suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I have to say Jock helped me through that class because I kept thinking about what kind of blogs he would write about this woman. How very funny and descriptive they would be. It would have been fun to have taken the class with him.&lt;br /&gt;Switching modes…We have moved. Yes, we lost the house. I blame it on my husband’s extra marital project he acquired and I put a stop to quick like, 2 years ago. We have lived in the new house for a year now. I love it and if the bank called me up to give us the old house back for free, I’d tell them to shove it. We have an in ground pool, a great back yard. Who ever lived here before must have known and loved plants a lot. We have a tropical paradise. With each season new plants come up and bloom. We just walk around the yard to see what new plants we can find. There is always some sort of flower blooming in the back. It’s really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, more about the house…. There are three bedrooms and two baths. I have an office to do my homework in that looks out over the pool and back yard, major cool. We have a dinning room that has a skylight and a sunken living room. The kitchen is a bit smaller than the other house, but it is more functional so it balances out. There’s also a two car garage, which my husband loves and a laundry room, which I love.  It’s a much nicer house than what we had before and the rent is way less than what our mortgage was. I am happy here. I would love to buy this house, but we just don’t have the funds or the credit now to do it. Who knows, maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;We have already decorated the house for Halloween. This yard is way super cool to decorate. We have tombstones one with a skeleton coming up out of one. We have a large bat hanging from a tree and a ghost that flies through the air up to the house when noise activated. We have scary pumpkins sitting through out the yard and the “graveyard” and we even have a very large spider web we spread across the front of the house and put spiders all in. My husband even put small rats in it.&lt;br /&gt;We love Halloween. It’s our favorite holiday other than Christmas and the 4th of July. Christmas being top of course. One of the reasons I love it so much is that my birthday is the day after Halloween. As a child I always thought that Halloween was part of my birthday. I thought everyone was celebrating my birthday…I was a very spoiled child.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve bought a lot of scary movies to watch, of course we never get to actually sit down and watch them cause of our busy schedules. If I am not at school, I am at work or taking kids to tutoring or a night class. My oldest son is short 1 credit so he must take a night class to graduate on time. This totally sucks for me, since I am doing the driving. My husband works Monday-Friday. I am at school Monday-Thursday. I work every weekend (Friday-Sunday) and one night during the week. Then there’s homework to do. Which, obviously I am not doing right now. Hey, a girl needs some down time. I have been so stressed out that I have had shingles twice this year. They always breakout in the exact same place…right on my lower lumbar region, superior to my sacral (have to use my new anatomy terminology) in other words on my spine right above my ass.&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know what shingles are, they are very painful. They are a mutated form of chicken pox virus. In fact, it is caused by having had chicken pox before. The virus lies dormant in your spinal column and when you are under stress it breaks out in the form of very painful, but itchy deep blisters that follow neurons. Now isn’t that a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;My alarm just went off…it’s time to get ready for work. Just as well since this blog is fives pages long and just a blabber of nothing. I’ll have to tell you next time about the woman in our neighborhood who has schizophrenia and is off medication.&lt;br /&gt;Take Care…&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-8449905687774818830?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8449905687774818830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=8449905687774818830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8449905687774818830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8449905687774818830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-9-2009-getting-back-into-swing.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4442914430947143694</id><published>2009-10-06T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:00:32.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems all I have time for is updates. My life is completely different than it was just two years ago. I am still in college trying to get all my required classes taken care so that I may apply to nursing school. I take 4 classes each semester. This semester I have Anatomy II, Psychology, Nutrition and Algebra.&lt;br /&gt;     My favorite class is anatomy by far. I will be sad when it is over because Dr. Harvey has been the greatest teacher. He knows what he is talking about and he makes us learn what we need to know and not just memorize it all.&lt;br /&gt;     I am currently on the Dean's list, but that can change with each semester. I guess the main reason why that is important to me is because getting into nursing school is so hard. Acceptance into the program is based on points. Most of your points come from classes taken and you guessed it, your GPA. You have to stand out in the crowd to get in and my way of helping to stand out is getting the highest GPA I can. It's alot of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;    I am also working. I am a Glorified assistant manager of a convieant store. They work with my schedule so that great. It's better than throwing papers at night.&lt;br /&gt;    My husband is currently employed doing construction. No, it is not for our own company...those days are gone....but for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;    My children are all doing great. My daughter just got her GED and is going to start college where I attend next fall. She is also getting her Driver's license...I am a bit scared of that. She turns 21 on the 8th of this month..so say a prayer for her and me, I would really deeply appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;    My oldest son graduates high school this year and is planning on joining the air force. Why do the choices your children make have to scare you so much??? I keep asking that, but have found no answer.&lt;br /&gt;    My youngest will graduate from elementary school this year. Middle school lies ahead of him. He is doing good as well. He is a miniature of my husband, right down to his toes.&lt;br /&gt;    Life in general is very good, but really busy. Sometimes I wonder if I am ever going to have time for myself. I no sooner get caught up, then I go to class and end up with 3 projects do in two weeks. No wonder so many kids drink while in college. There is alot of stress in getting everything done and not just done and turned in, but done to where you know your going to get a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;    Last week, I did something that I never ever do, I waited till the night before a psychology research paper was to to even start it. I just plain did not have time to do it. Well, I came home from work at mid-night and wrote that dang paper from scratch. I turn it in the next day and got a flipping 96 on that paper. I was really shocked.&lt;br /&gt;   Guess what I just ran out of? Time. I have to go folks. Got work in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Take care....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4442914430947143694?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4442914430947143694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4442914430947143694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4442914430947143694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4442914430947143694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-seems-all-i-have-time-for-is-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4092132339346442549</id><published>2008-12-01T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:20:17.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it is truely me...</title><content type='html'>Loooong time.&lt;br /&gt;    I'm in college now, almost done with my first semister. I have loved every minute of it and can't believe I waited so long to do this. I look forward to every class ( well maybe with the exception of the times I must present a presentation of some sort..HATE that crap). I love, love, love my medical terminology class. The instructor is great and makes the class fun. I am hoping to have him for A&amp;amp;P next semister.&lt;br /&gt;    Husband and I are still together and doing great. It has been a year exactly since the incident. Yes, I still have my moments but they are getting fewer and far between. I know it sounds crazy, but in many ways my marriage is better for it. We now understand just what we have to loose and what it would mean to loose it. We hold on to each other a little more tightly and a lot more lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;     I started keeping a hand written journal last January and well, that has been my release for my emotions. I just haven't had time to get on line. College and my home life takes up just about all my time these.&lt;br /&gt;    Hope every one has a wonderful Holiday Season. I will keep you all in my prayers. God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                         Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4092132339346442549?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4092132339346442549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4092132339346442549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4092132339346442549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4092132339346442549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-it-is-truely-me.html' title='Yes, it is truely me...'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-116745339510296668</id><published>2008-02-14T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:45:15.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Life is Grand!  Hope all may experience the love I have in my life, current and past. Life is certainly treating me better these days.  Wishing evryone a lovely wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-116745339510296668?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116745339510296668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=116745339510296668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/116745339510296668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/116745339510296668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3434876767074462322</id><published>2008-02-11T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:09:30.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>old &amp; New</title><content type='html'>The other night my husband was joking around saying,"who ever gave you those diamond earrings must really  love you, did you know that?"  I had to quickly turn my head and say yes. The tears just stung my eyes as I tried to hold them back. Yeah, I knew the man that gave them to me use to love me more than life itself.....The new man...the man that cheated....I can't tell you that I know 100% for sure he still loves me like that at all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Moments like these are very hard to get through. It's the simplest of things that hurt the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take any one for granted...you may never know when they may be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3434876767074462322?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3434876767074462322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3434876767074462322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3434876767074462322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3434876767074462322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-new.html' title='old &amp; New'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2094630550344363272</id><published>2008-01-31T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:12:00.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Together</title><content type='html'>My Husband and I are back together again. We have been back together since the day after Christmas. Yes, it has been quit hard at times. I go through a roller coaster of emotions. I get very angry at times when I think about what all he did and said....but having said that...call me stupid...I love him. He seems to love me as well, but then I am always questioning whether or to trust what he says and does...I also don't trust my own emotions at times. I check his phone all the time. I question how long it took him to go to the store, etc.  It was really bad at first, but it has gotten easier. But...still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is pregnant, but it seems she was pregnant before she got together with my husband. She's one of those cons looking for someone to take advantage of. She nailed my husband for sure. My husband was keeping in some contact with her at first because the question of him being father or not. He has since quit his job and is without a job at the moment...guess what? She lost interest in him. She is now going to get back with her old live in boyfriend...you know the one she left for my husband?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend had moved out of state not long after this all happened. He is suspposedly coming back this weekend to see his daughter and to pick Buffy..yes, Buffy up. She says it is only while he has their daughter, but who yeah fooling?  This is sooo Jerry Springer that I can't believe this is my life right now.  She is still trying to use my husband to some extent, but he has now seen the light. She tried calling him the other night at 4AM...yes 4AM cause she thought I was at work. I answered the phone and said," Nice try Buffy....not gonna happen"  Did I tell you I kicked her out of my husbands house? Well I did. Walked right in their and told her to pack her shit and get the fuck out...she promptly did. She's a bit afraid of me...and the evil side of me loves it...the sainer side of me is afraid she really needs to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to end this for now...Hubby and I are doing well for the moment..who knows what tomorrow will bring...I'm leaving it in GOD's capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;br /&gt;Vital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2094630550344363272?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2094630550344363272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2094630550344363272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2094630550344363272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2094630550344363272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-together.html' title='Back Together'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4187076185081957339</id><published>2007-12-24T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:39:43.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an update on my turned upside  down life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   where should I start????  Beginning....Middle...End?  Not too sure I'm at the end yet...somehow.  Let's start at Thanksgiving or well 4 days after. As you know my husband  got a promotion at work. We were excited.... that's hard for me to believe now. Anyway, with the promotion came a girlfriend. Yes, a girlfriend.     My husband and I have been seperated since Nov 26. My world is upside down.  She's probably pregnant as well,but here's the kicker.....she is not totally sure it is my husbands. She had a live in boyfriend of five years who was cheated on as well. The thing is, he has a problem with producing the proper amount of sperm.  They do have one child together though, so it is possible it is his. That's not all, this whole situation is like a Jerry Springer episode, she has been cheating on my husband with her ex while he has been cheating on her with me. They both found out the truth yesterday and guess what???? They are still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have over 10 years with this man and my heart is being riped out. I feel as if I can't breath properly. The deeper I breath the deeper the pain. He tells me to give him until after the holidays. I'm like for what? Isn't this my holiday too? And what exactly am I waiting for? The big annoucement he isn't coming back even though he professes his love for me? Says he can't stop thinking about me....  I am hurting so bad. I have no idea how I am going to make it through without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I have lost 40 lbs  in the month this has gone on. Yes I could stand to lose that much and a bit more. Which is coming off daily. I have went and had my hair cut. I had my nils done and actually I ook better than I did ten years ago. Must be why the hubby is confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another  bright note, I had to take my GED during all this and passed it in spite of it. I  don't know my scores as they haven't come yet. They won't tell you those over the phone. So, I am hoping to start the mini-seimester in march. Yep I'm still gonna go to college. I am trying to keep what dreams I have left alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me and my husband. I know I am stupid, but I want him back. I know, I know.....I belong on the Springer show. But please  keep us in your [prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4187076185081957339?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4187076185081957339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4187076185081957339&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4187076185081957339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4187076185081957339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-on-my-turned-upside-down-life.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6279631475262445626</id><published>2007-10-04T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:12:54.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Mobile</title><content type='html'>Today my daughter is moving out. She is moving in with some friends of hers and that alone has many emotional levels to deal with. I am not too keen on the friends she is moving in with. They are her old gang of friends, the ones she use to drink with. It is very scarey for me. She is 19, so therefore I have to let her go. Please keep her in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter first moved in here, she brought with her the internet. She did her schooling on line. This is a bill that I just can not pay at the moment. There are other things that take priority at the moment, but I am setting up mobile blogging through my phone. I will still be able to read all your blogs and hopefully I will still be able to post here and there to keep you up dated with what is going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, please keep my daughter in your prayers, I'm really worried about her. This, in my opinion, is not a good move for her, but I have no say in the matter. Yes, I did tell her how I felt, but she is of age and she will and can disregard my advice from time to time...most of the time. She is definitely her mothers daughter. I had to learn things first hand when I was younger. Now, of course, I try to learn everything I can through others before jumping these days. "I'm safety girl now". (what movie did that line come from? Hint: Julia Roberts) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off to change page elements and background to something more suitable. I doubt I will be able to do this from my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6279631475262445626?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6279631475262445626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6279631475262445626&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6279631475262445626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6279631475262445626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-mobile.html' title='Going Mobile'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-7854168418208414659</id><published>2007-10-03T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:23:48.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on route</title><content type='html'>Ok, made a few calls, got things straightened out and I am going to be back on route this weekend. Apparently my ops manager and his boss got into a pissing match and I lost. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I called his boss, he gave me the route back but let me know that he has something else in store for my ops manager. I could careless just as long as it does not effect me. Just let me do my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I want this route is it pays well in tips at Christmas. I already have my envelopes designed. Last year We made 1500.00 in tips at Christmas. It's  a nice chunk of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard work as the papers get really huge during the holidays. Last year's Thanksgiving paer weighed 8lbs. a each. I had over 2400lbs in my car in just paper weight. We put these paers together and bag them, them THROW these heafty babies out the windows...all 340 of them. It's work. You try throw 8lbs 10 to 15 feet 340 times. It is work, but for some reason I love it. I turn the Christmas music up and sing while I throw. I have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I gonna miss this after I get my RN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-7854168418208414659?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7854168418208414659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=7854168418208414659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7854168418208414659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7854168418208414659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-on-route.html' title='Back on route'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-444500857024042993</id><published>2007-09-30T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T07:23:38.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my fairy odmother just took a vacation cause I got screwed when I was checking my glass slipper. I am currently unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..here's the deal, When hubby got his promotion, we had to change the route out of his name and into mine.  It was suppose to be a done deal. I signed my contract last week. I go in for Saturdays throw, roll almost all of my route and then I am told that I may not get paid for that days throw, but they aren't sure because something is up with the contract. All the paper work wasn't in. Mark pays me out of his pocket to throw that day, tells me he will know the next day. I go in and find out nope...the route is not in my name and I may or may not be able to come back the following Friday. I may not get a check for last week even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be on the phone all day to get this straightened out. Some one will pay me. There is an under lying story here and I will go into it maybe on my next blog. I will get to the bottom of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-444500857024042993?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/444500857024042993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=444500857024042993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/444500857024042993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/444500857024042993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-my-fairy-odmother-just-took.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4439407699262207946</id><published>2007-09-23T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:03:10.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby dance</title><content type='html'>Yes! I am doing the Scooby Dance! Hubby got the job, hubby got the job! His orientation is tomorrow at 1:00pm. In 90 days we have benefits! I am sooo freaking excitied! I know it will be a bit hard on me going to school and doing the route, but oh well, I'm gonna suck it up. There will be longer and tougher shifts as an RN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what a little faith can do? Life is good. The trials I am going through, I will remember and cherish all my life. They have taught me so much. Brought my husban and I even closer together. First goal met, now second goal is GED, Third goal is degree......it's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes do come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4439407699262207946?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4439407699262207946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4439407699262207946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4439407699262207946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4439407699262207946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/scooby-dance.html' title='Scooby dance'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5968380996653164014</id><published>2007-09-22T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:27:40.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RvUzI6AYG1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oXdzs1BzOuI/s1600-h/l_7833f0dbeb8f440cc3201c3d60fbb5bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113049180051872594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RvUzI6AYG1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oXdzs1BzOuI/s320/l_7833f0dbeb8f440cc3201c3d60fbb5bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RvUzJKAYG2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/i_YyqE6fNoY/s1600-h/l_100f5739d91ebaf654b24186aee3a15b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113049184346839906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RvUzJKAYG2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/i_YyqE6fNoY/s320/l_100f5739d91ebaf654b24186aee3a15b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my son, the funnier, goofier side of my son. When you first meet my son, he is serious, quiet, and gives short direct answers. After you really get to know him, you get a very sweet wonderfully funny surprise. This child can make me laugh like no other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5968380996653164014?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5968380996653164014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5968380996653164014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5968380996653164014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5968380996653164014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-son.html' title='My Son'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RvUzI6AYG1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oXdzs1BzOuI/s72-c/l_7833f0dbeb8f440cc3201c3d60fbb5bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5545869511549857610</id><published>2007-09-21T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:43:36.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed something cute....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQT6noaH0qo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQT6noaH0qo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5545869511549857610?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5545869511549857610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5545869511549857610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5545869511549857610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5545869511549857610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/needed-something-cute.html' title='Needed something cute....'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5488072217645751573</id><published>2007-09-20T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:50:57.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Explain this to me...</title><content type='html'>Today I was talking to a fellow student and was totally blown away by what she had to say. Her 7 year old daughter was held down in a wooded lot beside her house and raped by a 15 year old boy. She tried to get a restraining order and it was denied. The district Attorney also informed her that all the boy would get was 9 months of therapy. Nothing else. It would not even be on his record. The boy stated in a police report that he knew it was wrong, knew he could possibly go to jail if caught, but he didn't think he would be caught. This boy walks scott free while this child will have to deal with this trama the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would explain this to me. If the state of Florida can judge a 15 year old boy as an adult for committing murder, why can they not do the same for rape? That boy murdered something in that child when he raped her. She will never be the same. He gave her a life long sentence of self doubt, low self esteem, problems with any future partner when they do have sexual relations, and the possiblity that this could start up early sexual relations that other wise would not be thought of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just once want someone to explain this to me in a way that won't make me come out swinging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5488072217645751573?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5488072217645751573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5488072217645751573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5488072217645751573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5488072217645751573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-was-talking-to-fellow-student.html' title='Please Explain this to me...'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-8964648122539560628</id><published>2007-09-18T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:04:33.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Whine</title><content type='html'>Same ole same ole today with the exception of the call hubby got. I must back up here to explain. Hubby went to his first interview at the paper last Friday. He did well and today he got the call for his second interview.  We are keeping our fingers crossed that all goes well and he gets this job. We NEED this job for soo many reasons. The reason for the second interview, well one of the interviewers was not available the day of his interview, hence the second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The only yuck part of this job is that I will be running our route and going to school. I know I am whinning here, but this means running the route then going to school before sleep. I'll be attending class with little sleep. I am hoping to hold out until Christmas. I want those holiday tips. They make it worth doing. Last year we got over a thousand dollars just from one route during Christmas and that is the one we have now. Last year we had two routes. We earned about sixteen hundred in holiday tips last year. It helped us save our house. It was a huge blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I took 3 tests today in math and passed all with 100's. Too cool, but geometry is looming ahead and well to say I am scared of this is an understatement. Mrs. Sacky let us know that in 2009 the GED test is changing. They will be replacing all current math with calculious and trig. I am sooo glad I am doing this now. I plan on having my GED, at the very least, by years end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tomorrow we have another vocabulary test. I got that in the bag already. Next week we have a test combining both tests. Not too worried about that either. we were suppose to have an essay workshop this week, I hope we still do. We get off schedule alot. There are a few students in the class that well, kinda get things off track. Today one of those students knocked a bookshelf over. It landed on a desk almost taking out a computer and a very expensive printer. Mrs. Sacky was not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have a high respect for Mrs. Sacky. She has five, yes FIVE different degrees. The time she spends with us is donated time, meaning she does not get paid for her time. She is also a counselor for children as well as a gudiarn light for them in court. Her main degree is  engineering.  She also reaches class at the BCC here in my area. For those of us that plan to go to college, she helps them get all the finical aid together. Helps them find grants and scholarships thay would over wise not know about. Yes, I respect her alot. She is making a difference in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Changing pace here, a cold front came through and bringing with it lots of rain. We are under a flood warning through out the night. Great, I am running the route tonight so hubby can rest up for a good interview in the morning.  I hate running the route in the rain. You are soaked through to the bone by the time you are done. It takes extra time as you also must double bag the papers and make extra sure none go in the ditches as they are filled with water. There will be no stopping and rescuing those that end up in the ditch as they will be soaked.  Hubby also informed me today thet the route is already somewhat flooded from last nights rain. Spfttt! We have a low riding car and does not handle well on water covered roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok, stopping now as I am finished with my whine of the day. This really isn't bad when you look at the big picture in life. I have many things to be thankful for and though this post does not show it, I am grateful for all things in my life, yes, even the trials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-8964648122539560628?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8964648122539560628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=8964648122539560628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8964648122539560628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8964648122539560628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/todays-whine.html' title='Today&apos;s Whine'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4628424299770590225</id><published>2007-09-17T03:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:34:23.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Ru4tZvuRCGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_mK65FGrfec/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111072547442591842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Ru4tZvuRCGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_mK65FGrfec/s320/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am sooo ready for Halloween. It is one of my favorite times of year. From here on out, there is nothing but fun festive times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4628424299770590225?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4628424299770590225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4628424299770590225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4628424299770590225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4628424299770590225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-sooo-ready-for-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Ru4tZvuRCGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_mK65FGrfec/s72-c/pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6808635532641531585</id><published>2007-09-16T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:51:51.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whom ever seeks Knowledge, come into the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I am designing a candle for my instructor for when I pass my GED. I have a mold of little people, which I will make many of in different colors. I will take all the people and put them in a pillar mold and pour clear wax over. When unmolded you will be able to see all the different people in the candle. The idea being: the people represent all her students. The candle is her. The flame of the candle will represent the knowledge she gives us. I have not worked out the wording on the card to portray this to her, but I am working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6808635532641531585?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6808635532641531585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6808635532641531585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6808635532641531585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6808635532641531585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/whom-ever-seeks-knowledge-come-into.html' title='Whom ever seeks Knowledge, come into the light'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3872168425337303690</id><published>2007-09-15T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:52:39.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Blowing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RuwYIfuRB7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/eozo_1MJI0M/s1600-h/ingrid+update.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110486211392243634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RuwYIfuRB7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/eozo_1MJI0M/s320/ingrid+update.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It's working...don't stop now, keep blowing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3872168425337303690?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3872168425337303690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3872168425337303690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3872168425337303690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3872168425337303690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/keep-blowing.html' title='Keep Blowing!'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RuwYIfuRB7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/eozo_1MJI0M/s72-c/ingrid+update.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-7378191966615307193</id><published>2007-09-14T06:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:53:02.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RupmtfuRB6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Toln2fZM23s/s1600-h/Ingrid.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110009659000948642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RupmtfuRB6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Toln2fZM23s/s320/Ingrid.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This just came to me...umm...if everyone would just turn S E and blow really really hard, do you think it would go away? Remember the theory on butterfly wings? Good way to test it huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-7378191966615307193?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7378191966615307193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=7378191966615307193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7378191966615307193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7378191966615307193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/blow.html' title='Blow'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RupmtfuRB6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Toln2fZM23s/s72-c/Ingrid.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5770306076098853142</id><published>2007-09-12T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:53:55.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is killing your bird a crime??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ok, I won't kill him, but duct tape sounds really good right now.... I love this bird, but there are times..times like RIGHT NOW, when he won't stop squawking, that opening the door and saying"Fly....Be Free" is very much tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sucker knows this to, cause everytime he starts and I say, "Yoshi!" He answers," too loud, your being too loud" and runs inside his house and laughs. Husband tells me to put his cage on ebay and throw in the bird for free. I couldn't do it. As annoying as he can be, I have had him since he was under 16 weeks old. Well I paid for him before he was 16 weeks old. I brought him home at 16 weeks. Now that he has reached adulthood, he has gotten very LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a slam dunk on the vocabulary Mrs. Sacky gaves us. I think I was the only one I think that studied. She broke us up in groups of three. gave us 2 envelopes. One envelope had the vocabulary words, the other had the definitions. they were all cut up into individual pieces to where you had to match the words with the definition. She gave the group 30 mins.-hey, this is a GED class. She made it a game, we had to race the other groups. Yes, I won and under 5 minutes...Thank you, thank you. I know I said I was in a group of three, but this was a contest and well, I am very competitive. I pretty much took over, I had the envelope with the definitions and as I was arranging them, I told the girl with the words where to put them. I knew them backwards and forwards. I only spent 4 HRS studying them. wrote each word and defintion 7 times each, wrote each wrote another 7 times, then I made a test and tested myself.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention there was even a group cheating? Smoked them..ahhhaaahhha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out my scores from my pre-GED test. You only need 2250 over all score and an average score of 450 on each individual unit. My scores were 2980 over all and my average was 596 per unit. Yes... thank you, thank you! Mrs. Sacky said I could go and take my test and probably pass even with my math. I'm not going to do it. I need to make sure my scores are very high for the nursing. Mrs. Sacky agreed that was a good idea. So, GED class I stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am tooting my horn here, but hey this is a big mile stone for me and I'm gonna relish it. Not bad for a woman who hasn't been in school for 23years. I'm telling yeah, get ready...I am gonna be an RN. It's in the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5770306076098853142?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5770306076098853142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5770306076098853142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5770306076098853142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5770306076098853142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-killing-your-bird-crime.html' title='Is killing your bird a crime??'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-1671849743610389380</id><published>2007-09-06T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:54:18.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yes, I went to school today. I woke up still sick after laying around all day eating cold tablets like m&amp;amp;m's, but went to school anyhow. I think yesterday I felt worse because I missed school. I'm tired and worn out, but feel more edgicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby got a job offer, again. Actually two last night. 1 is to be district manager at the paper. This means benefits, I can't tell you the last time we had insurance on anything other than the cars, house and liability on the business. The tooth I had pulled cost out of pocket around 400.00 which hurt the old bank account something terrible. Oh, yeah..the other job offer...one of our fellow carriers wants to totally remodel his kitchen and asked Scott to do it. When my husband told me about both job offers, I just looked at him and said, "you know, it always comes all at once, we are either starving or feasting, no middle ground." The DM job offers us middle ground and from where I'm standing, middle ground is good, more than good..it's stability. The remodel job offers us a chance to get caught up on some bills, maybe even put some in the bank. Either way, both jobs are heaven sent. That is, if he gets them both. I'm putting it in God's hands and claiming it as so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops are getting pretty bad on our route, well, I mean they are pulling us over alot. They want to know what we are doing, how come we are swerving from one side of the road to the other....like they didn't see the papers flying out of the windows... Frankly it is getting annoying. They have only pulled us over once with me in the car, but now they are pulling hubby over at least once every two weeks. If hubby gets the DM job, I will be back out there by myself. I can't wait till they pull me over. I'm gonna give them a what for and then some. We got a job to do and we have to have it done by a certain time, or get charged for every late paper. We have had the same car and that route for over a year now. They have got to know the car by now. In fact we have helped them locate stolen cars, called in when it looks like a car has been broken into, you know we help keep a watch on the houses on our route. It is an interferrence with our job when they keep pulling us over, running our tags and license. It takes up the time we have to deliver the papers. About two weks ago, a cop came flying up on my husband and stayed right on his butt. My husband had to get out to put a paper in a mailbox, as soon as my husband stopped and got out, the cop turned on his bright lights and turned the spotlight on him. My husband ignored him, put the paper in the mailbox and got back in his car. The cop pulls up beside him and says have a good night. If that were me, I would have hollered at the cop for blinding and scaring the piss out of me as soon as he turned on his high beams. I am about ready to take flyers with the picture of my car on it up to the police station so they all will know that if they see this car out at 3am that it is a paper carrier, all license and insurance is up to date and to leave me the hell alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I really did just get out of my pms stage..really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my day so far. Things will turn around for us. It just takes time, hard work and endurance. I will get edgimacated, I will get my Dgree, and one day one of those cops just might have to get a shot or better yet an enima from me....Revenge can be sooo very sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-1671849743610389380?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1671849743610389380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=1671849743610389380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1671849743610389380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1671849743610389380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-i-went-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3650764813326153724</id><published>2007-09-05T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:54:35.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I have been sick the last few days and have a gigantic headache to go with it. Missed school today and feel awful for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3650764813326153724?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3650764813326153724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3650764813326153724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3650764813326153724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3650764813326153724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-been-sick-last-few-days-and-have.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6877294512946369322</id><published>2007-09-01T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:54:55.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;24 hrs. and no phone call. Scared out of my mind. Horrible images going through my brain every 2 seconds that I tried desperately to push them to the back. Prayed and prayed this would not be the last time I seen you walk out the door. I am suppose to out live you, not the other way around. More gray hairs have staked out a new home upoon my head. What am I to do? It is so hard watching you fall. I try and catch you, try to guide you, but you push me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stumble in at 7:30 am, smell like you went swimming in a pool of alcohol. Tears come to my eyes, I'm thankful you are alive. Angry you are drunk again. Thankful you are alive. Scared, I don't know how to help you. Angry, cause I don't know how to help you. How can a person who is so strong, so determined, so smart, so beautiful, be so weak? My fault...HIS fault. I hate him all over again. Want to track him down and put pain in his life. I want him to hurt, hurt so bad he begs for the mercy of death, but I won't give it to him...nope...I want him to hurt as long as she hurts..longer...I want him to hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's off the wagon now...what lies ahead? Will she climb back on? Is this going to be a long stint off the wagon? GOD give me the strength to get through this. God, I beg you, please hear my cries and have mercy, protect her Lord. I can't do this, I can't watch her drowned. I beg you Lord, take me, not her....punish me, not her.....Please heal her Lord. I can't watch her go through this again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6877294512946369322?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6877294512946369322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6877294512946369322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6877294512946369322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6877294512946369322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/off-wagon.html' title='Off The Wagon'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3854419974605070101</id><published>2007-08-31T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:55:19.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Not exactly sure what is going o with me today... I'm in a very depressed mode. I think I'm over tired and the last 4 days have been full of timed tests and I have another to look forward to on Tuesday. Because of my Tabe test scores, the instructor thought it would be a good idea to give me a GED pretest, that was after she decided she also wanted to give me a math test to see where I was at in math. Tuesday is the essay part of the test. I am whooped. My brain is on melt down. I didn't get much sleep last night either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of the tests, I just want to be taught something. I'm in a hurry. I want my life back...well, the new life I have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my husband is being very supportive of me going back to school? Well, he is. He's great. I don't tell him enough how much I love him. I don't ever tell him all the wonderful things I say in my mind to him when we are apart, in the same room together...I know I should say these things, but I don't. I'm jaded this way. Too much life happened in wrong proportions. Maybe one day he will read my blog. I think it is the reason I write it. He doesn't know me..not the real me. The real me I hide. The part I am afraid to let out...afraid of the last fragile part of me shattering. No one knows this part of me,but maybe my mother...she has seen glimpses, before I hide and sometimes when I let myself shine for her for a few moments. When I cross that stage for graduation, I'm gonna holler,"I did it Momma", she always knew I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduate, I will be her only child with a degree. Donna could and should have been a lawyer, but my daddy took his toll on her life...She works at a ware house, has for over 20 years. She has a good paying job. She went to Germany for the company she works for to train anew line there. She very smart. She is the smartest of the 3 of us. She was tested as a child, borderline geneis. She plays the stock market. She paid for 2 kid's college and a pool that way.&lt;br /&gt;She has taken many classes at college, but never quite got her degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other sister Rhonda is taking classes now. Her boss is paying for it. They will help her with her current job, but she is not going to get a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how we all would have turned out had we not had our father as a father? I'm glad I don't know. To know the exact damage he has laid upon us would probably send me to the physc ward. I married the image of my father when I married my ex-husband. The knowledge of that is enough to almost break me. I got out faster than my mother did. I pressed charges when my mother didn't. I found out before I left my ex- husband. My mother didn't know until years after visitation with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the future and my graduation day has brought up many emotions. I know who I want there, but there is one I want to only have a birds eye view, just so he can see....just so I can say, " See daddy, I survived you." That statement will be whispered as I cross the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3854419974605070101?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3854419974605070101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3854419974605070101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3854419974605070101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3854419974605070101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/burn-out.html' title='Burn Out'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6894132029430991767</id><published>2007-08-30T12:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:44:29.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: November 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural born leader, even if those leadership talents haven't been developed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the power and self confidence to succeed in life, and your power grows daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides power, you also have a great deal of creativity that enables you to innovate instead of fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a visionary, seeing the big picture instead of all of the trivial little details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your supreme genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your inappropriate sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6894132029430991767?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6894132029430991767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6894132029430991767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6894132029430991767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6894132029430991767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-birthdate-november-1-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5086392663334466182</id><published>2007-08-29T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:27:05.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TABE results</title><content type='html'>I got my TABE results today. Math sucked, this I knew. The instructor didn't give me the score on that one...I did say I sucked, right? Well, in everything else, I got 12.75....YES!!! I only need an 11 to be considered for the nursing program! I just need to get my math up there. The instructor said I will be ready for the GED test in 6 weeks or less....who is she kidding? Math is gonna be hard for me, I do not fool myself on this one. The time makes no difference to me, I just want to learn it, know it and score high on it.  I have homework tonight. The more I do and the harder I try, the better my score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a class with a girl who took her GED and met her overall scores but failed the math part by 1...1 point. I felt bad for her. That has got to suck. She is going for medical billing. I think that is a cert. too, but I am not sure. She asked me if I would help her with the reading and language, and of course I said I would. I told her it helps to read alot. Read everything in sight. I proof read the news paper here, but that is merely out of meaniness as I work for them. My writing here is terrible, spelling, punicution...all of it, but I can still pick out at least 30 or more type-o's in the news paper. I don't even read half of it. That's not speaking anything for me, it just shows you how bad things are at the paper. I think a 4th grader could proof read it better. Sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else is sad? I think I'm gonna need my daughter to help me with my math homework....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5086392663334466182?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5086392663334466182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5086392663334466182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5086392663334466182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5086392663334466182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/tabe-results.html' title='TABE results'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-7622365268004082879</id><published>2007-08-28T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:02:15.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This morning I took the Locater and Tabe test. I am advanced on everything but math. I knew math would be my worry spot. I got an "M". It is the second from the bottom. Means lots of math work ahead of me.... I am not put off though, not in the least. It shows me where I am at and what is ahead of me.  Did I mention I must score an 11 or better on the TABE Test to be considered for Nursing courses? I need 9 or better for the CNA cert. My husband keeps telling me I just need to go take the GED test and get it over with. I'm like, NOPE...I want the refresher course. I need to get all the studying in so I can score high on the placement test for college.  I need to test as high as possible. They use the tabe to disqualify candidates. The nursing program is limited to the amount of people they admitt. I have to be on top. I am going to do this just like we saved the house...it is going to happen. If God is with me, then who can be against me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know this sounds stupid, but I feel like a new and better person now. Every time I come home from class I have a better respect for myself. It's a wonderful feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-7622365268004082879?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7622365268004082879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=7622365268004082879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7622365268004082879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7622365268004082879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/test-taken.html' title='Test Taken'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2211429233444612014</id><published>2007-08-27T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:14:26.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well, I did it. I took my first step to going back to school. I enrolled today for my Ged classes. Tomorrow I take my Tape test, after that i am in Ged classes to help prep me for my Ged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The plan is to get Ged, then my CNA, get job as CNA. While working as CNA continue college for my RN. I am taking back my life. I am taking Charge. I've always wanted to be in the medical field. I'll be turning 40 this year, if I do not do this now...I never will. I'm sure it will be hard, I'm sure I will get discouraged, but I am going to do this. It is going to happen. My mind is set. It is already done. I will be a nurse by 2010. These are my goals. So you all can start calling me nurse vital now so you can get use to it...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2211429233444612014?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2211429233444612014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2211429233444612014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2211429233444612014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2211429233444612014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-i-did-it.html' title='My First Step'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-7345397301564179932</id><published>2007-08-26T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:19:44.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>I just watched the movie 300.....I am in awe. I completely loved this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-7345397301564179932?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7345397301564179932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=7345397301564179932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7345397301564179932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7345397301564179932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4997568062153983321</id><published>2007-08-24T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:35:52.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not sure I have ever wrote about my freaky neighbor that lives directly behind me or not, but here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This new neighbor moved in behind us just before the hurricanes in 2004. Our first meeting was when hubby and I were installing our privacy fence. He walks up and asks us straight out," Are you installing that fence because of me and my dogs?" We were a bit taken back as my husband and I have always wanted a privacy fence for our back yard, 1 because of some very wicked little girls that use to come in our back yard to give my youngest down the road, sneak in our house..(long story), it wasn't because of the new neighbor. We were like," No...we have been wanting a privacy fence for a while now and were just now able to afford to do it." I had met his wife a few days before that, well..I didn't know it was her till I seen her in her back yard afterwards. She came knocking on my front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I answered the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; " Hello?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Woman, " Do you have a daycare?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Me: "No" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woman: "Then what are all those toys doing in your backyard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me:" Um, those are my kid's toys. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woman: " Are you sure you don't have a daycare?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: " uh..yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woman: " I just don't understand why you have all those toys in the back yard. Do you know where a daycare is around here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: " I have 3 children, those are their toys. I use to use the kindercare around the corner. It's a really good daycare." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woman: " ok, thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She got in her car and walk away. I thought...Weird encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just after the hurricanes my 15 year old daughter and my grandmother were walking down the street behind us. You get cabin fever after hurricanes, so you walk alot more to get the sunlight back on your face and feel the free air blowing in your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As they walked past neighbors house, he comes out walks right up to my daughter and says: "Your a really pretty girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gram standing by my daughter just looks on, watching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daughter, "Thank you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Neighbor: "You live behind me right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daughter: " Um..yeah I think so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Neighbor: " Yeah, you do. I've seen you laying out in the back yard. Your very, very pretty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daughter: " Thanks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gram: " Come On Winter, let's go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Neighbor ignoring Gram: " That's a very pretty name, if you ever want to come back and see me, you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daughter: " Um..I'm only 15 and I'm gay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gram: " I think you need to stay away fron my Granddaughter. Come on Winter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At some point neighbors wife left. I heard through the neighborhood grape vine She left him, took her kids and was claiming he was a child molestor. Now thinking him a child molestor was not hard for me to believe, but this was gossip...still I had that gut feeling that he was weird to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, before the old neighbor moved out, he had large, very large bushes planted all along his property line. They gave us "some" privacy between the two homes. Not long after the neighbor had the encounter with my daughter 4 of those bushes disappeared. Yes, we had our privacy fence, but the way our house sits and his, you could see through the "hole" from the missing bushes straight into his porch and into his Kitchen and bedroom. This weirded me out, especially when one night I emerged from my bathroom after taking a shower, I walked past my bedroom window. The curtains were not shut all the way and I looked out to see straight into his porch and kitchen. I shut the curtains immediately. Thank God I still had a towel around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I told my husband I felt he removed the bushes to spy on us and my daughter. My husband thought I was exaggerating. My family thinks I go off the deep end alot of times. I am suspicuous of people around me...with my history, how could I be any different? I stuck to my guns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As far as I know my daughter has never seen this man up since. That was 3 years ago. She moved out last year  3 weeks befor her 18th birthday. Since her last encounter, she has changed quite a bit. She has went from blonde to brunette (her some what natural color). My daughter has just recently moved back home. She seen him the other day in a store around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She walks in...He's standing at the counter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Neighbor," I know who you are! You live right behind me. You have a pool now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Winter: " um..yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He goes on to explain every new detail of our back yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Neighbor:" You should come see me sometime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Winter finsihes her purchase and looks at him: " Um..I'm GAY. Thanks, but NO THANKS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She comes home all freaked out. Tells me of the encounter then states: "Mom, I think that guy is spying on us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Umm...YEAH, I have just been telling everyone for years now that he has and he is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know this is mean, but we joked about being careful in the backyard. Never bend over and especially never while alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My husband was in the yard later and I yelled out the window," Be careful..you might be being watched.....Oh and don't bend over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; My husband comes back in a few minutes later and tells me," He was in his back yard when you hollered that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I didn't care. I think the man is a pervert and I want him to know we are aware of him watching us. I wanted him to know I was aware of him coming on to my daughter. What I really wanted to do was march right up to his front door and tell him in no uncertain terms that if he even looked at my daughter or any of my children again he might just wake up dickless.  I thought what I hollered across the back yard was way better, not as satisfying, but way less violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This man also breeds dogs in his back yard. They are very loud, barking, yelping dogs. In the afternoon it is worse. I think it is when he gets home. There is always this loud cracking sound followed by a pup wailing like he just recieved an injury that was life threatening.  My daughter swears he is having sex with the dogs cause they whimper and wine all the time. I think she may be going over board here, but I do suspect they are not being cared for, even possibly abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have complained somewhat loudly in my back yard about the noise...umm...several hundred times. I can't even get in the pool without the adult daogs standing at the fence and barking non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Neighbor must have finally over heard my complaints. We heard him last night blastinging an air horn everytime the dogs barked. I guess he is trying to train them not to bark. The horn, from what I gather, causes them pain. I'm not sure this is not abuse. I am sure the horn is more annoying than they dogs barking. I'm thinking he is training me to like them barking better than the air horn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There was a week a couple of months ago, before my daughter moved in, that we would heard a woman crying..loudly. It was so loud and urgent that I thought someone got hurt. I walked to my patio doors and listened. I heard a man holler, "Get back in the house!" I was very unnerved. I told my husband about it.  I was like, What do you do? Do you call the police and what do you say to them? Do you say, um..I think my perverted neighbor is hurting, killing or holding hostage a female in his house?  Is he in a new relationship? Did they just have an arguement and no violence was involved? This went on for about a week and always around the same time, between 10:30 am and 12 noon. Weird huh? I am hoping against hope that the woman is alright and did not end up as dog food. I am hoping my imagination is getting the better of me.  I hope that everything I think about this man is unfounded and I am an awful person for thinking it....that would be better than the latter. I would rather be a bad neighbor than right.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4997568062153983321?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4997568062153983321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4997568062153983321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4997568062153983321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4997568062153983321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/weird-neighbor.html' title='Weird Neighbor'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6882772285345564715</id><published>2007-08-22T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:01:37.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Not Invited.....</title><content type='html'>This blog is open to invited readers only Dishonest Modesty &lt;a href="http://dishonestmodesty.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dishonestmodesty.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like you have been invited to read this blog. If you think this is a mistake, you might want to contact the blog author and request an invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blog door slammed in my face.   No explanination....just..."Your Not Invited"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6882772285345564715?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6882772285345564715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6882772285345564715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6882772285345564715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6882772285345564715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-not-invited.html' title='Your Not Invited.....'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5404342400854481947</id><published>2007-08-19T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:43:29.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsjjjPDH14I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YdV-fx8UHks/s1600-h/434507728_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100576772471641986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsjjjPDH14I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YdV-fx8UHks/s320/434507728_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Craving some kind of humor today.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5404342400854481947?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5404342400854481947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5404342400854481947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5404342400854481947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5404342400854481947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/craving-some-kind-of-humor-today.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsjjjPDH14I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YdV-fx8UHks/s72-c/434507728_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5670271376332822851</id><published>2007-08-19T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T14:49:01.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsiOnfDH13I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qlw8pgcIoiE/s1600-h/dean+@+jamaica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100483386997725042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsiOnfDH13I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qlw8pgcIoiE/s320/dean+%40+jamaica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dean is Hitting Jamaica as we speak. My bosses whole family is from and live on the southern side of the island. I am currently keeping them in my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hadn't seen my boss in a few days so I had hoped he flew there to help them pack up and come here for a visit. Nope, He said they always stick it out. I am very worried. Dean is following the worst track for the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They are braver souls than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the way...have you noticed that all the weather reports kept sounding like they wanted it to be a cate 5 before it hit Jamaica? Even though it was clearly meeting resistants from land it was already hitting.... Now they are saying AFTER Jamaica it will be a 5. I guess it makes for better reporting as if a cate 4 at 145mph sustainable winds with gusts up to 180mph isn't good enough...go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5670271376332822851?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5670271376332822851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5670271376332822851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5670271376332822851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5670271376332822851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/dean-is-hitting-jamaica-as-we-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsiOnfDH13I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qlw8pgcIoiE/s72-c/dean+%40+jamaica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2460277752373432350</id><published>2007-08-18T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:56:27.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RseT7_DH12I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nam0Fb1OBP4/s1600-h/y1p1DsajTT9HamIA3BzOroJeJrLi0sgbMNGaeGlDafTK_OvTDNP5t_Akb1OO_CahPYez8XaGTb7x9M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100207761766471522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RseT7_DH12I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nam0Fb1OBP4/s320/y1p1DsajTT9HamIA3BzOroJeJrLi0sgbMNGaeGlDafTK_OvTDNP5t_Akb1OO_CahPYez8XaGTb7x9M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was totally me this morning, but replace the hot coffe with an iccee pop. Too dang hot for coffee. I wore myself out before going to work. What started out as just doing the dishes, ended with me cleaning and reoranizing all my kitchen cabinets, cleaning 2 refrigerates and freezers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;inside and out, then doing the dishes..... I went to work without any sleep. Came home at 5am and got back up at 11am. I'm whopped today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2460277752373432350?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2460277752373432350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2460277752373432350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2460277752373432350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2460277752373432350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-was-totally-me-this-morning-but.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RseT7_DH12I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nam0Fb1OBP4/s72-c/y1p1DsajTT9HamIA3BzOroJeJrLi0sgbMNGaeGlDafTK_OvTDNP5t_Akb1OO_CahPYez8XaGTb7x9M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-1714668576480723813</id><published>2007-08-18T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:02:06.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, More of Dean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rscl1vDH10I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UEOosriQBhA/s1600-h/Dean+II+8-18-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100086708113233730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rscl1vDH10I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UEOosriQBhA/s320/Dean+II+8-18-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By AccuWeather.com Expert Senior Meteorologists Alex Sosnowski and Dave Samuel&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Dean at 11:00 a.m. EDT continues to strengthen and is a dangerous Category 4 hurricane with winds of 150 mph, and further strengthening is likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rscl1vDH11I/AAAAAAAAAF0/B9HQGnazD2o/s1600-h/Dean+8-18-07.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100086708113233746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rscl1vDH11I/AAAAAAAAAF0/B9HQGnazD2o/s320/Dean+8-18-07.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-1714668576480723813?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1714668576480723813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=1714668576480723813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1714668576480723813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1714668576480723813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-more-of-dean.html' title='Yes, More of Dean'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rscl1vDH10I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UEOosriQBhA/s72-c/Dean+II+8-18-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3416151001190348101</id><published>2007-08-17T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:17:09.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Dean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsZVvvDH1zI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2ceN0qbXh_c/s1600-h/they+don"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099857906615441202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsZVvvDH1zI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2ceN0qbXh_c/s320/they+don%27t+have+a+clue.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ummm...do you think this is over kill? Do you really think they know where Dean is going? Me neither....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Reminds me sorta of the game, "Pin The Tail On The Donkey." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It is now a cate 3 which is about 135mph sustainable winds. It is still heading west but at a slower pace of 19mph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3416151001190348101?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3416151001190348101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3416151001190348101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3416151001190348101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3416151001190348101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-dean.html' title='Update Dean'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsZVvvDH1zI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2ceN0qbXh_c/s72-c/they+don%27t+have+a+clue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-211937371471714479</id><published>2007-08-17T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:54:30.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsXgwvDH1wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Jsxu7S5NkRQ/s1600-h/strike+path.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099729280934860546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsXgwvDH1wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Jsxu7S5NkRQ/s320/strike+path.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsXPcvDH1vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Xf5SRZfPe_I/s1600-h/dean+wind+possibilites.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099710245639804658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsXPcvDH1vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Xf5SRZfPe_I/s320/dean+wind+possibilites.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I live right on the edge of the green in Florida. Dean is now at 105mph sustained winds. It is still on a westward track at 21mph. I guess Hubby is right. We will not see much from this hurricane, unless it changes course soon. I am thankful for that and feel very sorry for those in the Texas area. I will keep you in my prayers that all will be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-211937371471714479?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/211937371471714479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=211937371471714479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/211937371471714479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/211937371471714479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/dean.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsXgwvDH1wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Jsxu7S5NkRQ/s72-c/strike+path.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5294304639949407777</id><published>2007-08-16T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:41:58.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsUWYPDH1uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_dEVY51-8q8/s1600-h/hurricane+dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099506758679254754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsUWYPDH1uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_dEVY51-8q8/s320/hurricane+dean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, here is the first hurricane to threaten us.  It's name is Dean. It is now a category 2 and is suppose to be a 4 at some point. Most tracks have it going way south of us, but there is a lone track out there that has it in for us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hubby just walked over here and read what I wrote. He says, " It's not threatening us.." I point out that I state most tracks have it going way south other than the one track. His response, " We will be lucky to get any rain from that." My response, " Ok, go away this is my drama filled blog..sheezz!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5294304639949407777?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5294304639949407777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5294304639949407777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5294304639949407777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5294304639949407777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/hurricane-folks.html' title='Hurricane Folks'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RsUWYPDH1uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_dEVY51-8q8/s72-c/hurricane+dean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2100398393029245689</id><published>2007-08-16T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:31:18.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Neighbor.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;My new neighbor introduced himself last night....I doubt we will be chums anytime soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;My youngest son was at his friends house last night, which is driectly across the street from my new neighbor. On the way back home, my son crosses the neighbors drive like he always has. The new neighbor was coming home and decided to blow his horn and bright light my son. I hear the horn and go to the front door. In comes my youngest son and 1 of my cats who loves to escape the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Not 5 minutes later, my neighbor comes knocking on my door and asks me, "what was your son doing in my driveway walking near my car? " Me, " Walking around your car? He walked through your driveway on his way home from his friends house( I point across the street to his friend's house), like he has done always done since we have lived here. Which is going on 10 years."  Neighbor, " well I was just wondering if maybe there was a cat or something he was looking for. I wouldn't want to run over a kids pet." He walks away. I go inside and question my son...this is when I find out he bright lighted him and the horn I heard had been blown at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I know I am being a bit of a witch here, but My kids are good kids. My son wasn't messing with his car since he was gone in the only car he owns. The man just didn't want my son cutting across his driveway. My oldest son as well as my youngest has always walked across that driveway on his way to school, friends house, whatever. It has never been off limits to them. I have a feeling we are going to bump heads sooner than later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;By the way, when he bought his house he bought the problem of a 40 ft. tree that is hanging over my house. It is dying and dropping large limbs in my yard and on the roof of my house. It has to be cut back. I have already gotten a price on the cost as this was an old argument between me and the old neighbor. The cost will be around 2000.00. If he messes with me and mine too much that issue will come up sooner than later as planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;This is an old neighborhood. We have watched each others kids grow-up together. We have shared what we have with each other during hurricanes. We have Fixed each others houses,watched each other kids, watered each others plants and sadly we have buried spouses. New comers are welcomed with open arms, but they must play nice. My old neighbor was a "fast" newly divorced bachelor that hit on the neighbors young daughters, including mine.He threatened to beat up my son once cause he was talking to his daughter. My son was only 14 at the time. He did not know how to play nice and well he left after 3 years....Hope the new neighbor catches on faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;When it comes to me and mine...I do bite and I have sharp claws...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2100398393029245689?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2100398393029245689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2100398393029245689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2100398393029245689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2100398393029245689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-neighbor.html' title='New Neighbor.....'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3284672761606353442</id><published>2007-08-12T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:01:30.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...Dessert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rr9wJNAM7dI/AAAAAAAAADk/nROO3eBWvew/s1600-h/candles+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097916606618332626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rr9wJNAM7dI/AAAAAAAAADk/nROO3eBWvew/s320/candles+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rr9wJtAM7eI/AAAAAAAAADs/M1EQoA2ioXM/s1600-h/candles+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097916615208267234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rr9wJtAM7eI/AAAAAAAAADs/M1EQoA2ioXM/s320/candles+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rr9wKNAM7fI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VmyCuzB85mc/s1600-h/candles+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097916623798201842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rr9wKNAM7fI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VmyCuzB85mc/s320/candles+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally, Candles are done and delivered. We went to the wedding Saturday and had an absolute blast! Of course, we cried when the Bride and Groom said their "I Do's". Then came the partie! The food was great. They had stuffed mushrooms with crab and lobster. I love all three by themselves and to have them together is lovely. There was also chicken in a mushroom and garlic sauce, herb potatoes, green beans with chucks of bacon( umm...yes hubby was snarky enough to say to me, Hope these weren't from Wisconsin), Shrimp, meatballs, salad, and a chocolate fountain. There was plenty of the sparkly,wine,beer...you name it, it was there. They had these little bells at every place setting and if rung, bride and groom had to stop what they were doing and kiss.....we rang it every...2 secs...I bet they hate those bells now...lol. Hey that's what you get when you load people with drinks and had them bells with any power. Sadly though...we couldn't stay as long as we wanted. I had to be at work at 2am. Sucks! Fun was had and I got many compliments on the candles. The scent is where it is at. They look a bit ordinary, but they smell wonderful without even being burned.  Like I said...I'm never doing red on anything white again. It is too hard not having stains around the edges, or God for bide you have a spill like I did. With wax....There is always a bit of a spill here and there. I am now going to start on a new project...making my own candles to sell. It's alot more fun that way. Not nearly the stress. I'll make them from beginning to end product. That way I know where to get supplies if the need arises. I will not to another project with only two weeks time. Very Valuable lessonsc learned here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;  Hey did I mention here that during this process I lost about 15lbs? I got into a dress I haven't worn since...ummm...1998.  1 for them home team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3284672761606353442?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3284672761606353442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3284672761606353442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3284672761606353442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3284672761606353442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/finallydessert.html' title='Finally...Dessert!'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rr9wJNAM7dI/AAAAAAAAADk/nROO3eBWvew/s72-c/candles+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-8170346814137243259</id><published>2007-08-09T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:36:01.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotter than the blazes here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  Good Lord Above, can it get any hotter? Ok, I know it can, but please no! I think I've lost 50lbs just from the loose of water in my body, not really but it feels that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   I am still touching up the candles. After tonight I'm done wither I am done with them or not. They have to be taken to the mother of the brides house tonight. I'll be so glad when they are gone. I can't get them to my satisfaction and that is why I keep messing with them. Once they are gone they will be out of my hands. I have worried myself to death over these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   Have I mentioned it is hot today? Just checking... The pool keeps calling my name, but the temp in the pool isn't all that cool. pretty bad when the pool is hot as well. It's the first time that has happened since we've had the pool. I guess I will have to wait and go for an evening swim. The real feel is supposed to be around 105 outside. Inside it feels 120 with the wax melter on and no A/C. I felt like I am a crouton in the middle someone's soup, baked to a crisp inside and soggy on the out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   Well it is time for me to slosh my way over tothe wax melter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-8170346814137243259?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8170346814137243259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=8170346814137243259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8170346814137243259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8170346814137243259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/hotter-than-blazes-here.html' title='Hotter than the blazes here!'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6062608441778797895</id><published>2007-08-07T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:57:38.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aren't these candles done yet? Arrggghhh! I will never ever do red wax on white anything! Red stains people. Though They are coming along, it has been a real trial. The bride decorated the holders herself and before she asked me to fill them with candles. Never again. I tried to explain that this would be difficult doing as pouring wax can be tricky and spillage can and often occurs, but never in my mind did I realized the red wax would stain and as murphy's law would have it...I spilled wax, actually dropped one of the holders which spilled wax all over the place. I went on website after website trying to find stain removers. All stains are removed except from 2. Those I am going to repaint. The bride will redecorate. Did I mention I had only 2 weeks to do these? Did I mention that the holders were ordered off line and there were no extra's? Neither did the bride. Am I going to loose my ass on this deal? you bet your bottom dollar I am. The bride's mother is a friend from work and is paying for all of the wedding...she asked me the other day,"please don't break me on this." I am probably going to just get my cost back out of the deal. If I charged for my time and effort it would be very costly. Oh and another self note: I am charging more for any future Cinna anything candle. When you make a large batch of cinna wax it is an over whelming scent. Makes you feel as if you ate 5 fireballs at once. It reeks havoc with your sinus cavaity and gives you a headache from hell. I went to work after pouring 32 candles and my face and eyes were so swollen I could barely see straight.  Cinnamon use to be my favorite scent, my signature scent...use to be is the key phase here. If I ever smell cinna anything it will be too soon. Cranberry will be my new scent for Christmas.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6062608441778797895?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6062608441778797895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6062608441778797895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6062608441778797895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6062608441778797895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/arent-these-candles-done-yet-arrggghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5611552805383502148</id><published>2007-08-02T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:57:30.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Been completely busy making candles for a wedding. Totally stoked. First paid job doing them! I will try and post pictures of them when they are done. Keep your fingers crossed that this is the first of many.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5611552805383502148?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5611552805383502148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5611552805383502148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5611552805383502148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5611552805383502148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-completely-busy-making-candles-for.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4418585660383122012</id><published>2007-07-29T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:59:28.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know what it is about music, but it has always been a huge part of who I am. A song can send me back in time. I can suddenly see and smell all the things that surrounded me at the moment, yes my life is benchmarked by music. I think the reason I hold on 70's music so much is because it takes me back home to a time when my mom, sisters and I were all together. It is a precious time for me. The 70's holds all my memories of that time. It binds me to my family and to TN. My play list reflects this time. There are a few songs on there from "Buffet" that I think are a bit humorous that I came to apericate as of late, but mainly it reflects that long ago time. It's a trip home. James Taylor, "Carolina In My Mind" suits me best, but only I'm goin to TN instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4418585660383122012?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4418585660383122012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4418585660383122012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4418585660383122012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4418585660383122012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-700338692657470933</id><published>2007-07-28T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:28:34.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes! I finially got a media player to work. Thanks to my daughter and Indigo,she has one on her space. It's pretty dang cool cause you can make a play list to go with it. It's an acheivment with me. Cool Beans! Hope you enjoy, but if not, just turn it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-700338692657470933?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/700338692657470933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=700338692657470933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/700338692657470933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/700338692657470933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/media-player.html' title='Media Player'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-1207258106597413066</id><published>2007-07-25T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:26:30.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqgT-NAM7WI/AAAAAAAAACs/9JnUDCu8m3c/s1600-h/Killer+Scott..lol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091341338105671010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqgT-NAM7WI/AAAAAAAAACs/9JnUDCu8m3c/s320/Killer+Scott..lol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqgT-dAM7XI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aqP16aI3LEQ/s1600-h/Sparrowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091341342400638322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqgT-dAM7XI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aqP16aI3LEQ/s320/Sparrowres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Do you see any resembelance? I know it isn't the best picture for it, but there is something there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-1207258106597413066?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1207258106597413066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=1207258106597413066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1207258106597413066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/1207258106597413066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-see-any-resembelance-i-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqgT-NAM7WI/AAAAAAAAACs/9JnUDCu8m3c/s72-c/Killer+Scott..lol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2510647624312476133</id><published>2007-07-25T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:15:11.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am finished with the "Deathly Hallows". J. K. Rowlings has way out done herself! Loved the book. I read so fast to get to the end I feel I must re-read it again, slowly this time. I won't spoil it for anyone by giving away anything. It has a wonderful ending. My daughter is reading it now and I can't wait till she is done so we can discuss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;On another note...I my showed my husband my blogg. Ok, yes he did not know about it. I didn't want to tell him as well, here is were I work through my thoughts and feelings. Feelings that sometimes I state very rawly and matter of factly without having to worry about who reads it. Sometimes the things I say here are out of anger and feelings that are not thought through. I wanted a space that I could vent without having to tip toe. It gives me the chance to re-examine my feelings and put them into prospective. The feelings I have here are not always the feelings I get up with when I walk away from my computer. I feel a bit out of sorts now knowing he knows it is here. I asked him not to read it because of these facts, but hey, I'll be honest with myself, if he had a blog I would probably take a sneak peek too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, Honey if you do read this, Know That I love you. I have always loved you. You are my life now and always. I plan on watching our hair turn gray and rocking on the porch with you while enjoying all the sunsets of the rest of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2510647624312476133?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2510647624312476133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2510647624312476133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2510647624312476133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2510647624312476133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-finished-with-deathly-hallows.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-8773044098139402552</id><published>2007-07-23T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:38:26.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Got a copy of the new Harry potter book, "Deathly Hallows". I'll be back in a few days I'm sure with tissues in hand. Yes, I'm hooked. It's my daughters fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-8773044098139402552?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8773044098139402552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=8773044098139402552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8773044098139402552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/8773044098139402552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/got-copy-of-new-harry-potter-book.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4818686762102074785</id><published>2007-07-22T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:02:00.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqN35dAM7UI/AAAAAAAAACc/4NDx9yi-4H8/s1600-h/My+Candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090043832780516674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqN35dAM7UI/AAAAAAAAACc/4NDx9yi-4H8/s320/My+Candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok...Here's the finished product. I made more candles but they didn't look right in the basket, it made it crowded. I always do that. It is nice though, that way if I really like the scent, I get to have one as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;They pitched a fit on me right up till I had to start getting ready for the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The throw off scent is great. When the bride opened them, it filled the room. I may have people ordering them. Waay cool. It has always been my dream to do this professionaly. This is one of the more expensive baskets believe it or not. I used more scent in this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I ended up putting two scents together and it came out wonderful. The scent was a hit at the bridal shower as well. Everyone kept asking me what the scent was. They kept picking them up and smelling them. It was a big rush watching everyone admiring them. My husband came up with my new scent's name, " Spiced Cranbilla". French vanilla and spiced cranberry. I'm soo excited out this. I think I may make more candles today, These will be more fun as I will not be rushed to make them. They also won't be in a basket, but I'll take pictures anyway. It is cooler today as well so maybe when they are cooling there won't be issues of them sinking. I never had that problem before. Of course I haven't made any in over a year. Have I mentioned I'm excited, totally stoked? I couldn't stop talking about all the ideas I have with my husband during the route last "crack of butt". The people I went to the shower for (mother, bride and groom) all work with me and hubby at the paper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The mother also knows this one lady who owns several condo's and is always redecorating them, I am hoping to eventually sell her a few candles for her condos. It's a long shot, but who knows. I'm in dream state here.......Already setting up shop in my head, Bath salts here...containers there...oh, and all the tarts go in the shelf/bins hubby built along the wall......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4818686762102074785?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4818686762102074785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4818686762102074785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4818686762102074785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4818686762102074785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqN35dAM7UI/AAAAAAAAACc/4NDx9yi-4H8/s72-c/My+Candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5365840475435654150</id><published>2007-07-21T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:02:33.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle update.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is 1:45 am, and yes I am still messing with the candles. I came up with a new wonderful scent. I mixed spiced cranberry with french vanilla, I know it sounds like they wouldn't mix, but the scent is wonderful. My whole house smells like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  The planned colors were white and red. Well the white is actually ivory, which I am okay with. The red however turned out bright pink...yuck! The problem with this was you couldn't tell till the wax was in the mold and in the middle of drying! I had to put all the red candles in the freezer so that I could rush them and be able to unmold them. Then I had to remelt...did I mention that melting takes f-o-r-e-v-e-r? Hubby told me I should ad black to make them darker....did I listen? Nope, not at first. I put several more cranberry chips in...stil bright pink. Then I added straight red, several...still pink. I look down the hall..no hubby, I sneak and drop a black chip in and pray I haven't screwed the coloring up.....It FREAKING worked! Perfect color! Next time I am going to listen to hubby. Yes, I told him and got the I told ya so. I have since repoured the molds and now I am waiting on them to cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Remember me worrying about the house temp and would it make a difference? Yes it does. It makes them sink in the middle. They are not cooling evenly. I have been cheating with a blow dryer. The trick is to heat them up again before they get too cool so you can level them out. I still have to level the red ones. I've got about 45 minutes before I have to absolutely stop and get ready for work. I am dead tired and running off of 5 hours sleep. I won't be able to go to sleep when I first get home cause I will have to finish up the candles, get the basket set up, and put the finishing touches on them. I totally forgot have long this takes. I use to be able to whip them up and have no problems. I am apparently way out of practice. I am keeping my fingers crossed that the red's won't sink too badly and it will be a quick cheating process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;maybe I will take a pic of the basket when I'm done..that is if I have time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5365840475435654150?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5365840475435654150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5365840475435654150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5365840475435654150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5365840475435654150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/candle-update.html' title='Candle update.....'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-270555643314718955</id><published>2007-07-20T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:19:24.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqFC6tAM7TI/AAAAAAAAACU/hj3eOBdSRmg/s1600-h/ivory_pillars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089422630185659698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqFC6tAM7TI/AAAAAAAAACU/hj3eOBdSRmg/s320/ivory_pillars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After a year, Today I am making candles. I sit here waiting on the wax to melt. I forgot how long that can take. I am making a basket for a bridal shower I am going to. It is not the one I wanted to make, but I could not find the scents I wanted. I will make another one for her later. I just don't want to show up empty handed. Her theme is sea shells and roses. She is getting married by the ocean. The scents I wanted were Ocean mist and rose, Believe it or not every place I went was out. If I order it on line it will take two weeks or longer if they are not backed up on orders. My plan for the basket is red and white candles, with sea shells, star fish and sand dollars surrounding the candles in the basket. There will be pillar, container, votive and tart type candles in the basket. I have it all planne d perfeect in my head and have most everything I need, except the scents. Did I mention it is hot making candles, especialy when you are refusing to turn on your a/c? My kitchen feels like the depths of hell already without the wax melter going. Unfortunately I do not have a craft room to do this in. My dream is to have a candle and bath shop. You would not believe how easy it is to make bath salts. That is my next endeavor. I love bath salts. I found the perfect place for all my scents, but of course it is on line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like I said I am unable to make the original basket.So I am making a smaller one with white candles, the scents will be gardina and vanilla, but then I also want to make spiced cranberry(candle being red and staying true to wedding colors). I'm sure I will be up in the wee hours trying to get this wrapped up. I doubt I'll sleep before work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-270555643314718955?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/270555643314718955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=270555643314718955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/270555643314718955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/270555643314718955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/candles.html' title='Candles'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RqFC6tAM7TI/AAAAAAAAACU/hj3eOBdSRmg/s72-c/ivory_pillars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3230841098213582623</id><published>2007-07-19T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:52:48.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....My mouth has done it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In Vital style I have stepped on someones feelings. I didn't mean too, in fact my comments were not about nor directed at them in anyway, shape or form, but I somehow found myself apologizes anyway, not usually vital style.... Either way, I will not return to a blogg that the comments took place on, nor will I reveil what blog. It is not on my list and never has been. I am sorry that I offended a person who fequents there, it was truely not my intention. Somehow it left that blog and ended up in a place outside of that forum and now I feel the need to explain myself since I have a feeling I may have traffic here from it. I am not sorry for what I said on the blog. It needed to be pointed out. Red flags went up everywhere for me.To have said nothing would be like watching a child play in traffic and just walking by hoping the child would be careful. All those who may come here from this will have also been directed to the blog I commented on and may or may not understand my comments. I still stand behind them either way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3230841098213582623?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3230841098213582623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3230841098213582623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3230841098213582623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3230841098213582623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmmmmy-mouth-has-done-it-again.html' title='Hmmm....My mouth has done it again...'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6170451261473056333</id><published>2007-07-18T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:08:44.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rp53kNT7YDI/AAAAAAAAACM/YTHHPyU15Zs/s1600-h/b6d39f26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088636092907479090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rp53kNT7YDI/AAAAAAAAACM/YTHHPyU15Zs/s320/b6d39f26b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is a storm on the horizon of my life. My husband during a long talk told me something his parents have told him. If he leaves me and moves to TN., They will give him and my youngest son a house. They are mad at me over the foreclosure incident and they blame me for not having been able to take my youngest son to TN with them for summer visits. Lovely information, now what do I do with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me give some history here as it is relavent: My husband went through a very nasty divorce and custody battle. He was not only battling his exwife for custody, but an aunt in-law and father-inlaw. The judge decided since it was such a fierce battle that my husband's mother should be granted temporary custody till real custody was settled. His mother had custody 2 months then gave my youngest son to the aunt inlaw who only allowed my husband to see our youngest son once a month. This is the same woman who is mad at me for lost time with her grandson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  My husbands whole family at this moment hates me. They say it is cause of the foreclosure( by the way we did save our house), but I beg to differ. It is cause of an arguement the insued during us saving our home.  Here more history needs to be explained: Before the hurricanes in 2004,  we were on top. Doing great finacially. Husbands Aunt left her husband who became addicted to oxycotins. He left them penniless. They lost their home. My husband and I helped them out with money, helped them move several times while at the same time his grand parents lost their home to the hurricanes. They were currently living with us for free. Our business went down hill. Never recovered. In the meantime His grandparents found a place to live and within months his grandmother's health took a turn for the worse. They had to file bankruptency. We also were helping them finacially. We were going under. Where were My husbands parents during all this? Up in TN with not a care in the world about what was happening to their parents or sister and her children. There is eeven a brother in there somewhere that I have never met. I have been in this family for over 10 years now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He helped them none. Here is where the fight began. In 2006 is when we knew we were gonna loose the house if we could not refinance. All of a sudden those who we helped turned on us asking us how we could let this happen? It was even stated that we could just live in tents at a state campground and that they hoped we learned something from all this. The son's of the Aunt we helped Compared us to their dad who is a drug addict and in jail at the time. Hurt beyond belief is what I was. So I reminded them all that while we were sinking we were helping them to survive and yes, we did learn something from it, we learned who would stand by us during a storm. I am to blame for all this. It lays squarely on my shoulders. The foreclosure, the arguements, the reason the grandson didn't come for visits in the summer. I an all the way here in Florida away from my own family and out casted by all of my inlaws. So are my other two children cause they are not blood relatives. My daughter more so than my oldest son because she is an alcoholic. Did I mention here that at family parties thet would give her mixed drinks at the age of 10? Yes, they did and they would get mad at ME when I told my husband if that ever happened again I would leave him, but did that detour them? No. Now she has a problem and they don't want to deal with the fact they had a hand in it. I reminded them of that fact too. Yes, I have dug my grave with them. Now, the question is...what do I do with this new information? They already expect an apology from me about the foreclosure and what I have already said. Do I dig my grave even deeper or do I just ignore it? I want to just blow up at them, but it won't change a thing it will make things worse. My husband is an only child. A child his mother never wanted at the time, who blames her own mother for her lack of relationship with her son. But hey she gave him away too. That relationship is very lacking to say the least. If I make anymore waves the family will cut my husband off altogether, if I do not my own 2 children suffer, but then they are suffering already. I am praying GOD will give me an answer. I am trying to hold my tongue. This is why I am releasing it here out in cyberspace, if I do not, I may explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6170451261473056333?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6170451261473056333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6170451261473056333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6170451261473056333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6170451261473056333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-is-storm-on-horizon-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rp53kNT7YDI/AAAAAAAAACM/YTHHPyU15Zs/s72-c/b6d39f26b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4979388465714393470</id><published>2007-07-17T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:02:24.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpzvD9T7YCI/AAAAAAAAACE/mHIN7yCESTg/s1600-h/giant+spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088204530298609698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpzvD9T7YCI/AAAAAAAAACE/mHIN7yCESTg/s320/giant+spider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As promised, here is a picture of one of our native spiders.  As seen in the picture they do like to hide in boxes. Hence my first up close introduction of one. While out on the jobsite, I usually install most hardware...hurricane straps, clips and whatnot. The arrive on the jobsite in boxes. These boxes are usually opened by someone else before we arrive to do our part of the job.  I am reaching into the box to get the straps out and then I see the legs....my hand is almost touching the damn legs. I pull my hand so fast out of the box that it sends the box, spider and straps flying. The spider comes flying out of the box, lands then starts running straight at me. Now I am sure he did not me to run at me as if in an attack, but hey, I was freaked. I become a screaming lunatic, running out of the house. My husband thinks I have somehow cut my hand off, comes flying down the ladder to see if I'm ok. I tell him of the spider and he goes back into the house to take a look and get rid of said spider. After taking it to the woods on a large piece of cardboard he walks over smiling and says, "oh, yeah I forgot to tell you about those."  I went home for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  This is just one of my runins with this type of spider.  I have found at least 3 in my home over the last 10 years of living here. The last run in was when my youngest son and I were in the pool just a few weeks ago. Now we have an above ground pool which means you must exit the pool by ladder, "ONE" ladder. My husband is outside the pool and discovers the spider on the side of the pool. He trys to get the spider off...The sucker runs up the side of the pool and JUMPS in the pool with son and me. Lets just say we set a new record  for speed running in water trying to cross the pool and get out. I had no voice the rest of the day from screaming so loudly. My poor son jumped from the top of the ladder and ran in the house refusing to get back in the pool or go in the back yard for a week. Hubby had to tell him he killed the spider before he would get back in the pool. We have no clue where the spider went in reality.  He is still out there lurking in the back yard somewhere.  My oldest son shares my phobia of spiders as well, but in spades.  he was watching TV on night with all lights out in the living room. All of a sudden big long legs cross the TV screen. My son is like 3ft from the TV.  He screams and runs out the front door, re-emerges in the house through the back door still screaming theres a spider. I have to kill this thing as husband is not home. Yes, I killed it. I did not catch and release...sorry. He was on my turf. I got bug spray and coated the thing white. It then ran straight for me and I screaming my head off grab our very large phone book that weighs about 3lbs and throw it on top of the spider. The phone book stayed where it landed till hubby came home. My oldest son will not watch TV in the dark in the living at all anymore. That was in 2003.  Ther is also another large spider here. It is a banana spider. I have yet to deal with this spider. It is bigger than the spider I have posted. Hubby tells me they stay mainly in the orange groves. He told me this after he planted 3 fruit trees in the back. He told me as kids they use to go in the orange groves with be-be guns and shoot these things down. I was like, "they are large enough to shot?!" He goes,"Oh yeah."   Sometimes I just wanna smack him.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4979388465714393470?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4979388465714393470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4979388465714393470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4979388465714393470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4979388465714393470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-promised-here-is-picture-of-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpzvD9T7YCI/AAAAAAAAACE/mHIN7yCESTg/s72-c/giant+spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3278443389731272429</id><published>2007-07-17T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:02:47.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpzgMNT7YBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sirtDN0L_cc/s1600-h/giant+water+bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088188179358113810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpzgMNT7YBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sirtDN0L_cc/s320/giant+water+bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last night Hubby helped me with the paper route, thank God he did to or I would still be stuck in the distribution parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last night after pulling into the parking lot I feel something on my leg and it feels as if it is stinging me. I announce very loudly to my husband, "Something is on me!" I start brushing my leg and grabbing for the car door. Finally I get the dang door open and jump out. My husband is looking at me like, "what the hell?" I immediately repeat, also very loudly, "there was something on me and it bite or stung me! It's in the car!"  After some looking around husband found it and swatted it out of the car. It was at least 3 inches long, big ass pinchers and antannea's as long as it's freaking body. The picture to the left is the closet thing I could find online that looked like what had been on my leg. Florida is known for it's strange bugs, but even my husband had never seen a bug like the one from last night. He grew-up here. After much hibby-gibbying and freaking out as my husband shooed the thing into a bush we went inside the DC. I told my friend Joyce and her future son-in-law about this bug. She had one on top of her car tonight. Brian (future son-in-law) informed me it was called, "helldabug" or "hellabug" or whatever. He also informed me it was great for fishing. I told him that "hella-whatever-bug" was a perfect name as it looked like it came straight out of the bowels of hell, and who in the hell would ever touch that damn thing to put it on a hook was insane. He told me to google it. I tried. Came up lacking as I'm sure I do not have the correct spelling or it is not the true name for that damn critter. Yes, I had my camera phone with me, but with all the hibby-gibbying, squilling, and jumping around...taking a picture was not at top of my list of things to do at the moment. Running was.  The rest of the night I kept feeling like something was crawling on me. I can deal with bugs as long as they ARE NOT on me or bigger than a cigarette butt. I hate and loave anything with long legs, putting spiders at the top of my list. I have to tell you that for a 2 month period I was a pest exterminator for Spencer's pest control. They loved me there for some crazy reason, must have been the fact I was the only woman in a group of 7 men, but after being there for a short time, everything I ate tasted like bug spray. I quit. Couldn't imagine what effects that would have on a person's health long term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I'm going to ask Brian tonight for the correct spelling of that bugs name to see if I can get a better picture of the thing. The picture I have is of a "Giant Water Bug" Although the pinchers and body look exactly like the critter from last night it does not have the long legs or the long antannea's my critter had.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I should find pictures of the Giant spiders we have here. Hubby forgot to mention this fact when talking me into moving here. At the time I was more concerned about hurricanes. There are spiders here the size of your hand. I have had run-ins with a few of these suckers a couple of times. I'll save those stories for when I find the pictures to post to go with them......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3278443389731272429?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3278443389731272429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3278443389731272429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3278443389731272429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3278443389731272429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-night-hubby-helped-me-with-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpzgMNT7YBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sirtDN0L_cc/s72-c/giant+water+bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-7894202740768202945</id><published>2007-07-14T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:41:53.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rpl7HtT7YAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/y-LeNJyLNec/s1600-h/ladybugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087232626444165122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rpl7HtT7YAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/y-LeNJyLNec/s320/ladybugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;"Ladybugs Katherine, lots and lots of Ladybugs..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-7894202740768202945?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7894202740768202945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=7894202740768202945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7894202740768202945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7894202740768202945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/ladybugs.html' title='Ladybugs'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rpl7HtT7YAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/y-LeNJyLNec/s72-c/ladybugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-3666929342282547399</id><published>2007-07-10T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:47:23.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpOn88ZIQbI/AAAAAAAAABc/fgEXyxCHVjM/s1600-h/l_a88528967c685b360245a08dbd0f4332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085593069676937650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpOn88ZIQbI/AAAAAAAAABc/fgEXyxCHVjM/s320/l_a88528967c685b360245a08dbd0f4332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpOn88ZIQcI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ojy5bov-05Y/s1600-h/l_c077c7bb8c4fcdcf48eaee6fa9578931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085593069676937666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpOn88ZIQcI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ojy5bov-05Y/s320/l_c077c7bb8c4fcdcf48eaee6fa9578931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpOn88ZIQdI/AAAAAAAAABs/K3y4LrSjBBM/s1600-h/m_499c56248603df0c9fc5528cc1ae5fc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085593069676937682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpOn88ZIQdI/AAAAAAAAABs/K3y4LrSjBBM/s320/m_499c56248603df0c9fc5528cc1ae5fc0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt; YES!!! I have finally snagged pictures of my oldest son. It is hard to believe in these photo's that he will not usually pose for the camera, but he won't...at least for me. My daughter found these pictures of him for me and snagged them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt; This is my 16 year old son. He is the most quite of my 3 children. Never gives me any trouble at all. He is into weight lifting, gaming and now girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;  I have to laugh at the girl thing cause for years my son would keep girls on the downlow. Suddenly this summer a gaggle of girls have found where my son lives and they come gaggling and giggling up to the door wanting to know if my son is home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt; The girl beside him in the picture is one of them. Believe it or not she is the same age as my son. I found this out the hard way by asking who the little girl was and I was instantly admonished for calling her a "little girl". Ooops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-3666929342282547399?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3666929342282547399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=3666929342282547399&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3666929342282547399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/3666929342282547399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-i-have-finally-snagged-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RpOn88ZIQbI/AAAAAAAAABc/fgEXyxCHVjM/s72-c/l_a88528967c685b360245a08dbd0f4332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2205673598382650443</id><published>2007-07-10T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:40:20.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The offending tooth is out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I woke up last week with pain a swollen jaw that looked like I was holding a golf ball in it. I went to a dentist whoplied me with antibiotics and loritabs, come to find out....I am allergic to loritabs. :   Apparently they have codien in them which I plainly told thedental assisant that I was allergic to codien. The Pharmacy is guilty too though as I told them the same and they filled the script and sold it to me :  Oh well, after loosing a few poundsand keeping a migrane most of the week, I went to the dentist yesterday and have the tooth pulled. I stiil have infection in there and I got a script for more antibiotics and a new script for a different pain pill. I am having way better luck with this one as I am not puking my brains out nor do I have a headache and it is actually working forthe pain and the bonuse is...I'm not loopy with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  I hate being loopy. I guess that is the reason I do not drink very often.  It goes back to a fear I have, not having control of my mind or being trapped within it. Mental illness runs deep in my family and I have grown-up fearing it. Actually I am surrounded by many people with some mental disorder or another. It doesn't scare me other people having a disorder, my best friend has mental illness and I love her dearly. Infact, I think you would be hard pressed to find someone with out a disorder these days. What I'm scared of is the more indepth disorders, again only of developing it and not those who have it. Any way it is the main reason I do not drink heavly or take drugs. I want control, full control of my mind and thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   My tooth or lack of is feeling better today, the whole process cost me about 380.00. That's 4 scripts, 1 x-ray, 2 dentists visits, and the actual pulling of the tooth.  By the way, I did come out of the office with an extra injury than when I went in. I got no apology, but an explaination of why it happened. The Dr.'s tool slipped from the tooth and gauged my jaw and his hand with a ring slammed into the side of  my mouth the was NOT numb and busted my lip. I did not demand an apology as he was still in the position of being able to cause me more pain.( I also have a fear of dentists ) He still had to pull the infected tooth and so I let it go. I did however notice that they knocked 41 dollars off the quoted price when I went to pay.  All in all, I don't care. My tooth is gone and my jaw and lip will heal, and I am feeling much better. I have to say in all fairness to the Dr., he is a very nice Dr. He is the first dentist that has ever took the time to make me feel at ease. He did not ask me a million questions that I could not answer with his giant hands in my mouth. I hate that...how in the world are you suppose to answer questions with hands in your mouth and half it numb and drooling? I know it is to take your mind off of what is going on, but it actually makes me tense up knowing now I have to figure out how to answer this educated man without sounding like an idiot and slobbering all over his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; well, that was my visit to the dentist. Not sure how that infection started so fast with me not having any trouble out of that tooth. The assistant said that I could have cracked the tooth without knowing and within 10 days a major infection can blow up. Still, I think I would have noticed my tooth cracking. I should have had some kind of pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   I think the explanation lies in the fact that while I was out with my tooth, my husband ran my route for me. The main boss, who for some reason likes my husband and me, gave my husband an application for a management job there. It's a good steady income, unlike the construction business. It has killer benefits, unlike our construction business and would be a good opprotunity for us financially. We are still struggling to make all our bills and this would relieve some of that pressure. The boss told My husband to fill out the application and when I came back from my tooth, for him to come in so the boss could show him the ropes and set up an interview with the big wig. Thought comes to mind,"you are to be greatful in all things" never thought I would be greatful for an absessed tooth, but I am. I am more greatful this year for many things I never thought I would be greatful for..... God works in many mysterious ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  Thank you God for all your works in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2205673598382650443?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2205673598382650443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2205673598382650443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2205673598382650443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2205673598382650443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/offending-tooth-is-out-i-woke-up-last.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-6367405506979289563</id><published>2007-07-01T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:37:32.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate file hosting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate file hosting or trying to figure one out. I had a website but it wanted to download something to my computer, before I knew it, it had. I deleted it. Aparently you need that to upload any more files. I don't want that stuff on my puter so I went looking for somewhere else. I am still trying to find a place to host music so I may play it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got 2 post cards in the mail the other day. Both are from the Ameriquest settlement Adminstrator. Apparently we qualify for a restitution payment, not 1 but 2 of them since we have had 2 differnt loans through Ameriquest. We find out in July what our minimum payments will be and we are to get our payments in the fall. My husband is dreaming BIG, I on the other hand am trying to keep both feet firmly planted on the ground. I hate geeting all exicited then being let down. I'd rather expect the worst then get nicely surprised or get what I was expecting. If I get a dollar it will be more than what I was expecting from Ameriquest in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I'm coming down with something. I've been sleeping alot and feeling diorientated when I'm awake. No fever or anything. Can't seem to figure it out. I didn't exercise in the pool yesterday or the day before cause of it. though I did get in the pool yesterday just long enough to take a dip and cool off, but got out and fell asleep in my damp suit and slept for 6 hours. Maybe it is all the lack of sleep I've been having catch up with me. Not sure, but it is weird. Never felt this way before. I get the bed spins when I lay down though and haven't drank a drop. It makes me a bit sick to my stomach so I just kinda prop myself up in the bed which seems to help a bit with the spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna go grab my new movie, "Last Holiday" and watch it. Seen it before, but now I own it. My son brought it back from TN as a gift to me. Yes, the youngest is home now from the "in-laws". We won't see them again till Christmas, which is fine with me. Lately they have been grating on my nerve. They seem to have forgotten they have 2 other grandchildren, though they are not blood grandchildren, they are still in this family. That is a blog for another day. Tired, I want to go watch my movie and try to keep from spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-6367405506979289563?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6367405506979289563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=6367405506979289563&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6367405506979289563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/6367405506979289563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-file-hosting.html' title='I hate file hosting!'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5079547080024479761</id><published>2007-06-27T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:57:34.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Apparently when I was messing around with my blog settings, I hit moderate comments. I had no idea. Finaly I found something that said 5 comments waiting to be moderated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;   I wasn't ingnoring the comments had no Idea they were even there. I will go back and answer them under the posts they were left at. I am truley sorry for my computer clumsiness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5079547080024479761?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5079547080024479761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5079547080024479761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5079547080024479761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5079547080024479761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/apology-needed.html' title='Apology needed'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-146760563353502868</id><published>2007-06-24T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:45:24.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ClassMates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rn6oG7Jp0nI/AAAAAAAAABU/W1ZxVwDjBGI/s1600-h/High+School+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079682266631361138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rn6oG7Jp0nI/AAAAAAAAABU/W1ZxVwDjBGI/s320/High+School+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I found a website that has all my old high school class mates on it, no it isn't your run of a mill classmates.com. It is a website that some of my fellow class mates have put up so we could keep in touch. I found my old senior picture on there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It held my attention most of the evening trying to catch up on old postings and go through the class directory. I was shocked to find so many have passed away. Seeing this makes me homesick for latter days. So many people have changed. I almost fell over when I found out that my classmate Troy Hooper was indeed the Troy Hooper who played for the Pittsburg Pirates and the White Sox.  I had heard his name mentioned as my grandpop watched baseball, even made the comment that I went to school with a Troy Hooper. Lo and behold it was him. He hasn't changed a bit. Same ole Troy. Good guy. Some people look exactly the same, some have changed drasticly, but everyone of them seemed the same ole friends I went to school with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was listed as "missing" under my profile, so I went to the message board and informed them I was not missing, they were.....and indeed they were....missing from my life all these years. I cried when I seen all the pictures, everyones babies.  So much time has passed. They are all getting together for a cruise, which I will have to miss...which totally sucks since they will be sailing out of a port just a hop skip and a jump from me, but they are doing things together every year for those of us who live far away and can't make certain events. I am going to go to one of them, but for now I am going on a strict diet and excerise program.  I have inherited my grandmother's body. I call it the Chicken leg look. I have nice legs, not too small not too big, but the upper half is a bit on the heavy side. Well I have to say I am happy with my arse, no it is not buns of steel, but not the side of a barn either. My tummy on the other hand is a pudge and My chin has decided to have a friend over and if I'm not careful it might turn into a slumber party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-146760563353502868?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/146760563353502868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=146760563353502868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/146760563353502868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/146760563353502868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/classmates.html' title='ClassMates'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rn6oG7Jp0nI/AAAAAAAAABU/W1ZxVwDjBGI/s72-c/High+School+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4039446513797275961</id><published>2007-06-22T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T06:29:31.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Place To Visit (Next to Jock's that is ;)  )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Must edit this...No blog can top Jock's......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have found a new favorite place to visit,"4th Avenue Blues" written by Andrew. He is inspirational in the way he writes. He brings you right where he is. He has the ability to make you feel what he feels, see what he sees and he also makes you think. He is worth the read. Please go by and see him. His link is to your left in my link's section at the top. Just click and go.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4039446513797275961?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4039446513797275961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4039446513797275961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4039446513797275961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4039446513797275961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-favorite-place-to-visit.html' title='My New Favorite Place To Visit (Next to Jock&apos;s that is ;)  )'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5739344438459914663</id><published>2007-06-22T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:40:28.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok, the lack of sleep has hit me like a ton of bricks. After I take son to his 9am interview, I'm crawling into my bed and staying there all day. I'm barracading the door and putting earplugs in. Nighty-night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5739344438459914663?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5739344438459914663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5739344438459914663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5739344438459914663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5739344438459914663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-lack-of-sleep-has-hit-me-like-ton-of.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-5390343934121293230</id><published>2007-06-21T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:22:08.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnrAZ7Jp0mI/AAAAAAAAABM/vgDXPgtdXOg/s1600-h/katana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078583081421099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnrAZ7Jp0mI/AAAAAAAAABM/vgDXPgtdXOg/s320/katana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is My phone. I got it on Mother's Day. I got the royal blue one as pink is too girlie for me and black wasn't flashy enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I love this phone. Ican even blog from it if I can ever figure out how to post from it. I was able to read blogs before my daughter brought internet home with her. So yes, I was lurking around reading and dying to comment since Mother's Day. It is a nice comfort to know if internet is ever gone again, I still have my phone..lmao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-5390343934121293230?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5390343934121293230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=5390343934121293230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5390343934121293230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/5390343934121293230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-phone.html' title='My Phone'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnrAZ7Jp0mI/AAAAAAAAABM/vgDXPgtdXOg/s72-c/katana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-2401494216340942805</id><published>2007-06-21T08:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:50:19.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jade Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnpyC7Jp0lI/AAAAAAAAABE/q3wU3OwZK8g/s1600-h/Jade+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078496924377141842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnpyC7Jp0lI/AAAAAAAAABE/q3wU3OwZK8g/s320/Jade+plant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is my jade plant. I also took the picture with my camera phone. I bought this plant in Tifton, Ga.  7 years ago. We were taking my youngest son for visitation with his bio-mother. It was his last visit with her. When I bought the plant it was only 6 inches tall and in a much smaller pot. This thing is so big that it takes a dolly to move. It needs a bigger pot now as it is out growing it's home. Transferring the thing is a big ordeal cause if your not careful with it, the limbs all break off.  Try turning this thing upside down to get it out of the pot.....  This is the only kind of plant I can grow...a succulent. Never needs watering...or... well, I can forget about it....alot.  Which I do. Hubby is the green thumb around here. I love plants and flowers and love to buy them, but it is a death sentence to them so now I just admire them from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-2401494216340942805?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2401494216340942805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=2401494216340942805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2401494216340942805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/2401494216340942805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-jade-plant.html' title='My Jade Plant'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnpyC7Jp0lI/AAAAAAAAABE/q3wU3OwZK8g/s72-c/Jade+plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4704987191062885599</id><published>2007-06-20T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:00:39.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  ok, if I did this right (and it took me half the morning to figure out that all I had to do was add a page element). I have added a player and song is "Fighter". It is my theme song right now. Everything I have been through this past year or so has made me stronger, work a little bit harder...you get the picture. I have learned to trust in God more, after all He is the one with the perfect plan for me. For crying out loud, who can argue that not only are we still in our house but we recieved almost 10 grand at the beginning of the year from tax refunds and back childsupport owed us? Now tell me that isn't God in the works. Oh and by the way Ameriquest sucks!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  Not sure if I told this story ornot but here it is again: Our house was to be Auctioned on Dec.13th, 2006. Which was a Wed. The Friday before we were to sign papers to refinance. Well Ameriquest decided to fine us another 2000.00. So over the weekend we had to come up with another 2 grand or our house would be auction off that following Wednesday. One of Scott's great uncles loaned us the money. We signed papers the 12th of Dec. Yes 1 day before it was to Auction. Our Morgage broker was wonderful in that he forced Ameriquest to give us the extra days to fund or be sued. Well, lo and behold 3 weeks later we got a check back from Ameriquest in the amout of 2000.00 cause ummm...THEY FREAKING OVER CHARGED US!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  So Yes, I do believe in God, yes I do believe He works in our lives daily(if we let Him).  Not I am not a perfect Christian, nor do I claim to be. I just do my best and I fail alot, but I am secure in the knowledge that God is there to pick me back up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  Answer to question I asked myself alot of the time I was going through all the mess I was going through, Why would God allow that to happen to us? If your life is perfect and nothing ever happens, then you think you Don't need God in your life and you won't strive for a closer relationship with Him. You also miss out on things you need to learn to be a better and stronger person. I learned to be grateful for the strife in my life, cause then I am growing closer to God. I know it sounds corny, and when I first heard the Phrase "You must be gratefull in all things" I was no ready to hear that, not freaking at all. In fact it tee'd me totally off. It took me going through what I did to build a better relationship with my husband and with God. I learned to trust them both and that I can not control everything in my life and well, that's ok. I learned alot more, but that is another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4704987191062885599?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4704987191062885599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4704987191062885599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4704987191062885599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4704987191062885599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/song-of-day.html' title='Song Of the day'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-7457759378257364576</id><published>2007-06-20T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T06:11:29.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers From My Back Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;    These were all taken with my camera phone. Just thought I'd share them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rnj8urJp0iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8R2rVW0gJD8/s1600-h/lillies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078086458647630370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rnj8urJp0iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8R2rVW0gJD8/s320/lillies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rnj8u7Jp0jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L1jNdLdKBuw/s1600-h/lillies+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078086462942597682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rnj8u7Jp0jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L1jNdLdKBuw/s320/lillies+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rnj8vLJp0kI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Acs8JTfkc9w/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078086467237564994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rnj8vLJp0kI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Acs8JTfkc9w/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-7457759378257364576?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7457759378257364576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=7457759378257364576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7457759378257364576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/7457759378257364576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/flowers-from-my-back-yard.html' title='Flowers From My Back Yard'/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/Rnj8urJp0iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8R2rVW0gJD8/s72-c/lillies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-91984054502007653</id><published>2007-06-19T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:36:38.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfNnrJp0hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SRWcdjE1yn8/s1600-h/kidnapped+by+a+car+full+of+lesbians.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077753186365329938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfNnrJp0hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SRWcdjE1yn8/s320/kidnapped+by+a+car+full+of+lesbians.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                             My son after he was told he was kidnapped by a car ful of lesibians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfNA7Jp0fI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-woakdTaWkc/s1600-h/winter95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077752520645399026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfNA7Jp0fI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-woakdTaWkc/s320/winter95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt; My Daugter and Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfNA7Jp0gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3eBdk1vjge0/s1600-h/643355493_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077752520645399042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfNA7Jp0gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3eBdk1vjge0/s320/643355493_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mandy, My daughter's girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfMx7Jp0eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T6zYIdRcSeY/s1600-h/summerbreak06071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077752262947361250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfMx7Jp0eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T6zYIdRcSeY/s320/summerbreak06071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mandy and Winter(my daughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-91984054502007653?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/91984054502007653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=91984054502007653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/91984054502007653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/91984054502007653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-son-after-he-was-told-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_rzbNbkZ-o/RnfNnrJp0hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SRWcdjE1yn8/s72-c/kidnapped+by+a+car+full+of+lesbians.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761823.post-4408447141435604575</id><published>2007-06-19T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:26:31.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   You know, when I had no internet I constantly had things in my head to write about, now I'm totally blank. I guess I'm gonna have to get back into the swing of things.  So if I ramble and change subjects just bare with, but then I think I rambled alot before so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;    My car needs the muffler fixed. Hubby has been doing quick fixes to it, but they don't last long. Last night my muffler decided to be the loudest it has been. It was so loud that when i pasted a parked car on the side of the road i set the alarm off, it was a lovely night to say the least. I usually enjoy throwing papers because it gives me alone time. It's quit and not much traffic. I usually turn on the mp3 player, put 1 ear plug in(hey I have toleave one ear for listening for the swat teams breaking down doors or random shootings so I will know when to duck) then sing to my hearts content. I told my daughter about this and she goes OMG MOM. Cause well you know, I sing loud and well, no one else can hear the music but me, so when someone is walking their dog and I pass them by singing carly simon and james taylor while throwing papers out both sides of my car they think I'm nuts. I say screw them. It takes a crazy person to be up throwing papers at crack of butt(as Jock says) so these people can have their paper before they go to work. Which reminds me folks, If you get a paper delivered, please be nice to your paper person and tip them occasionaly. We do get up early and deliver your paper come rain, sleet, snow, cold freezing weather, every holiday, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. We only get a fraction of what you pay for your paper...like umm say 8 cents a daily copy and 25 cents a sunday. We get no benefits, no mileage put in our pay. We pay for our own car insurance and gas. And at the paper I work for I get charged a dollar for every paper that a DM (district manager) has to redeliver when you call in a miss cause your sprinklers drench your driveway instead of your yard, or you want extra coupons or it went under your car cause you have upteen cars in your drive that leaves no where for us to throw your paper. Please be understanding if your paper is late, it's usually not the carriers fault. Usually it is cause the press broke down and the papers were not delivered to us until a late time. The paper I work at we have to put our papers together then roll and bag them. If it is raining then we have to double bag them so that takes longer as well. Oh and if you have sprinklers that run at night or early am (whether or not you get a paper) please make sure they do not spray out into the road. A carrier must drive with both windows down and those freaking sprinklers spray right into a car and most times hits the carrier right in the face (which pisses me of to know end) If you see a white ford escort in your neighborhood and you suddenly here a woman scream "ASSHOLE" you know it was me and I was sprayed in the face once again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761823-4408447141435604575?l=myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4408447141435604575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761823&amp;postID=4408447141435604575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4408447141435604575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761823/posts/default/4408447141435604575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myplaceofthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-when-i-had-no-internet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>~Vital~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417482765496279857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5061/3179/1600/statue%20woman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
