<?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-19133602</id><updated>2012-01-03T22:13:07.976-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Trips'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Marcel'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='Online Buddies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Thought Provoking'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Shows'/><category term='Challenge'/><category term='Roundups'/><category term='Funny Stories'/><category term='Girl Scouts'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Meghen'/><category term='Jacquie'/><category term='Scrapping'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Movie Reviews'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Note'/><category term='Blog Ring'/><category term='Taylor'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Snippets</title><subtitle type='html'>Where you'll find a little bit of this and a little bit of that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>617</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3333334758092025986</id><published>2012-01-01T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:57:46.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>January 1, 2012 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;New Year's Eve brings out the crazies; we all know that. But, apparently, New Year's Day brings them out too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;After spending an abnormally long time in the car, driving back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, I got on my computer for the first time in three days.  The first thing that pops up at me was, "Read your 2012 Horoscope Here".  So I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Are these people for real?  Do these people get paid for the bull they spew?  I read four of them, the first one because it was about me, but the other three were my family members and by that time I wanted to see what 'crap' these so called 'psychics' were going to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;According to our 2012 horoscope my 14 year old will have to make a decision on love this year because she doesn't want to wait 30 years to do so.  All of us are in "OUR" year!  After years of blah, blah, blah...Scorpio is doing things...for all of us.  I'm supposedly going to have a good year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;money wise&lt;/span&gt;...which, admittedly, would be nice!  My husband, whose life has apparently sucked for the past two years is going to find his true love...EXCUSE ME???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;And my son, well, he's just going to be making a big move, which could actually happen since he's leaving for college...somewhere, but come on people...do people actually believe this crap?  How generic can you get???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Now, back to the Vegas thing.  Yes, I allowed my husband to talk me into doing Vegas for New Year's.  After a somewhat harrowing drive on Friday, we got there Friday night in enough time to see what was going on the following night and where exactly we wanted to be.  We learned we really didn't want to be on the strip.  Too many vomiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;partiers&lt;/span&gt;, too many people, not enough room, locked hotels, blah blah blah.  Yes, you read that correctly...the hotels now LOCK you out unless you pay exorbitant amounts of money to have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of partying in their hotel.  Paying to the tune of $200/person.  Yeah right.  I can party on my own nicely, thank you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Honestly though, we ended up having a great time.  We began the evening getting a 32 oz. frozen, double-shot margarita, then we got another one and then it was almost time to watch fireworks.  We gambled.  We got silly beads and silly hats and we gambled.  We drank too...entirely too much.  Lots of loud music, many people, lots of alcohol and the most beautiful fireworks I've ever seen.  Blown off the top of seven different hotels and from our vantage point, we saw them all!  On the strip, after looking straight up for ten minutes, you'd be lucky to see just one set, but from the overpass on the freeway which they close off to traffic, you see all seven locations...same fireworks, seven buildings, all for ten minutes.  Absolutely gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Then, a short walk back to our hotel, off the strip, which wasn't the most exciting of places to be, but has a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TGIFriday's&lt;/span&gt; open all night long and potato skins and nachos were calling our names.  As we waited we chatted with various friends and family members on the telephone and then called it a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Got up this morning, headed out a tad before twelve, hit traffic at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Primm&lt;/span&gt;, stopped to eat breakfast and then hit heavy duty traffic...all the way home.  But, no fear, we sang and we talked and we made fun of others from the safety of our own car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;All in all, I'd say it was a good New Year's and I'm hoping this is indicative of how this year will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Welcome 2012!  I'm ready for ya!&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/19133602-3333334758092025986?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3333334758092025986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3333334758092025986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3333334758092025986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3333334758092025986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-1-2012.html' title='January 1, 2012 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6012204432668518491</id><published>2011-12-26T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:43:02.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, time flew again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost year end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for letting it all go and starting fresh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope it's a great new year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6012204432668518491?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6012204432668518491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6012204432668518491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6012204432668518491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6012204432668518491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow-time-flew-again-almost-year-end.html' title=''/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1388282363543072714</id><published>2011-09-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:45:04.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>September 24, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just have to say...To Hell with it!  Whatever IT is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it's housework, laundry, errands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm taking my almost 14 year-old daughter to see one of our favorite Disney movies...The Lion King in 3D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, that all depends upon whether or not the dog groomer calls and tells me that we can pick up the dog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1388282363543072714?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1388282363543072714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1388282363543072714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1388282363543072714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1388282363543072714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-24-2011.html' title='September 24, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-984757873859197032</id><published>2011-09-11T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:10:37.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stories'/><title type='text'>September 11, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Many of us go through life kidding ourselves.  For instance, I've been able to kid myself for years that I'm not getting old.  How? Simple! I'm constantly told that I don't look my age, nor do I act my age.  So, it made it easy to delude myself into believing that I really wasn't getting old!  Until last Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you've followed my on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, or in life in general, you know that I've suffered from headaches since I was 18.  For the past three months I've had a different kind of headache though.  It happens daily, isn't all that excruciating and is always behind the left eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since we now have insurance, I went to see my doctor.  First he sent me to get an x-ray to see if I had sinus problems.  Apparently I do not, although I don't believe it.  Then he sent me to a neurologist.  The first thing the neurologist did was send me to get an MRI and to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opthomologist&lt;/span&gt;.  The MRI was to look at my brain and my orbits to make sure there were no tumors.  Lucky for me, I have none.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opthomologist&lt;/span&gt; was to take a look at my eyes to make sure there were no tumors and that the overall health of the eye was good.  She said everything looked fine.  I'm seeing 20/20 and it appears that I'm seeing how I'm supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Back to the neurologist I go.  Three weeks had passed since I'd had everything done and I began to notice a few things.  First, my sinuses ARE bad.  So, he suggested that I go see an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt;.  I also noticed, that despite what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opthomologist&lt;/span&gt; said, I seem to be having problems seeing correctly.  My thought was, oh oh, I guess it's time to tweak that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LASIK&lt;/span&gt; I had eleven years ago.  Yes, eleven years.  I thought it had been more like nine, but they tell me eleven.  Anyway, on my own I decide to go back to my optometrist that I've seen since I was 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Off I go on Friday.  Friday.  The day I found out, I'm old despite what I may be telling myself; despite what others may be telling me.  I'm unequivocally OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I go in Friday morning, they do their tests and they put me in the room waiting for the eye doctor.  Dr. Morrison.  Someone I trust completely.  He says, "What brings you in today?"  I say, "There seems to be something wrong with my sight, but it's hard to explain.  I can see far.  Nothing is blurry when I drive...as a matter of fact I can see that wall over there and the words on it.  I read all the time and I can see the book fine, yet there is something wrong."  Before he even does any checking, he says, "You need reading glasses?"  Didn't you just hear me say that I can read fine?  Nothing is blurred.  Besides, when I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;opthomologist&lt;/span&gt;, she gave me a reading test and said I was reading just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Smart ass that I am, I was thinking, 'he is so WRONG!'  He does his exam and says I'm seeing just fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;distancewise&lt;/span&gt;.  He holds up a card and tells me to read it.  Again, I'm like, "I see it just fine!"  Then he put two lenses in front of the words.  "Oh!"  He said, "Let me guess, you're reading you look up and everything is blurry?"  "YES! That's it!"  "I hate to tell you this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;darlin&lt;/span&gt;', but you are beginning to need reading glasses!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"You have two options.  One, you can ignore what I said, six months from now you'll definitely need them.  You'll continue to get headaches and you'll eventually come to see me for a prescription.  Or.  You can get them now, wrap your mind around it mentally and probably get rid of your headaches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are you kidding me?  Really?  I mean really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Consider yourself lucky", he says.  "Most people need reading glasses around 42 to 44, you're almost 47"  Gees, thanks doc!  You're all heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, as I'm picking out picking out glasses, I'm thinking, oh my gosh, that's it.  I can't kid myself anymore.  I'm old!  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;f'n&lt;/span&gt; old!  Doesn't matter what others say.  Doesn't matter what I think.  My body is officially telling me that I'm old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I can say is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I DAMN WELL BETTER BE OVER MY HEADACHES ONCE I START USING THESE THINGS!&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/19133602-984757873859197032?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/984757873859197032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=984757873859197032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/984757873859197032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/984757873859197032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-11-2011.html' title='September 11, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-841108416428185461</id><published>2011-08-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:41:23.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>August 27, 2011...</title><content type='html'>Can I just tell you all how happy I am that we finally seem to be out of the five year slump we've had?  Well, I can't say out of it per se,  however I can say how nice it is not to have to worry about having money coming in all the time and enough to make ends meet!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School registration came and we had the money.  Taylor needed contacts, we had the money.  Both kids needed school clothes, we had the money, Marcel needed tires, we had the money.  Now, just as soon as we get caught up a bit, we'll be able to start paying people back...if all goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been difficult trying to figure out how to make everything work, however, I'll get there.  Soon enough I'll figure out how to work full time, keep the house clean, run all the errands I need to and still divide my time equally between Marcel, the kids and myself.  Until then, I get things done as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my job.  Been interesting knowing about tax yet learning so many new things.  Soon enough I'll have been there an entire month already.  Time is definitely flying...Monday marks the beginning of my fourth week already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have good friends coming from Canada next week.  Can't wait to see them.  Kinda used to seeing them yearly now.  I can't believe that they are actually coming to so Cal just to see Marcel and I.  Now if I could only get Neecy out here, my life would be complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe not complete, but content in the friend department.  I'll have to work on her...it's been long enough...it's time to come visit.  Maybe next year I can go visit her!!  It's just that there is nothing to go much left in Atlanta and there is still so much she could be doing here and with her boys both gone next year, it would be easier for her to get here since I still have one in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, only time will tell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-841108416428185461?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/841108416428185461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=841108416428185461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/841108416428185461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/841108416428185461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-27-2011.html' title='August 27, 2011...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-2206183551938997336</id><published>2011-08-13T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:30:08.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>August 13, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>So much going on, where do I start?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best news: I GOT A JOB!!  A real life, full time, job!  All I can hope is that this means a better 2012 and remainder of 2011.  My hope is to have enough at the end of the month to be able to not worry about not paying things, enough to start paying back some money owed and to have a little left over for the essentials that come up.  After all, I foresee a very expensive year coming up for Taylor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, the kids go over to school next week to pick up their registration packets and Taylor has his Sr. picture taken on Monday evening!  I can't believe my baby is graduating in June of next year! *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meghen broke her wrist while dancing.  I has just said to another mom, "Mary, you don't want to watch this" when not five minutes later Meghen walks up to me with an ice pack covering her wrist and says, "it hurts really bad".  After taking one look it was obvious that it was broken.  I calmly told her things would be fine, we'd just drive on over to Mission Hospital and they'd set it and everything would be fine!  We were lucky enough to be walked right to the back, in x-ray within 5 minutes and out of the hospital completely in a little less than three hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's diet time again.  Diet time makes Jacquie very NOT happy.  It's not so much the food, but doing without the soda, my only form of caffeine.  *sigh*  I don't do well without soda, but I know it's one thing I just have to let go for a while.  I'm hoping that within about 30 days or so, I can start with a coke or so a day again, but we'll see.  Want to see how the diet goes.  I really hate dieting, but I hate not eating what I want more so I diet when need be and then wait and see how long before it creeps up on me again.  Probably not the safest method and not the best for my body, but it usually takes about 2-3 years before I have to diet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must say that surprisingly it hasn't been difficult living without my phony nails.  Although I had them for 20 years or more, I find that I don't miss them as badly as I thought I would.  My own nails aren't pretty yet, but they are actually getting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems that the mosquitoes are eating me alive this summer.  Odd. I have rarely gotten bitten in the past so I'm trying to figure out why?  Could it be that I've gotten sweeter in my old age?  bwahahahahaha.  And they are bad ones too!  Big, ugly red welts!  Damn insects!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about all for today.  Was looking back on past years of this blog and realized I have a whole lot of life in here somewhere.  I really should back in all up!  I really should.  I've been blogging since late 2006, early 2007....that's almost five years!  Five years of life, good and bad!  Really is a great remembrance and diary of life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-2206183551938997336?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/2206183551938997336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=2206183551938997336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2206183551938997336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2206183551938997336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-13-2011.html' title='August 13, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8368341999001744941</id><published>2011-07-15T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T18:06:39.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>July 15, 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy Birthday to my dear Friend Anne Marie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was almost 32 years ago that I met Anne Marie at Capo Valley High School.  We both ended up in the same P.E. class and we were inseparable during all the rest of high school.  For reasons that don't need to be gone into now, we kind of drifted apart right after high school, but somehow, thank you Classmates.com, came back together again in December of, I believe, 2002.  We chatted some here and there, went to our 20 year reunion together and have talked off and on since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wednesday night we had a chance to get together and go to dinner.  Although we've gotten together sporadically since our 20th reunion, it always seemed a bit uncomfortable (didn't know what to say, etc.).  But something changed Wednesday night.  We got together, reminisced, laughed and genuinely had a great time.  And, when we hugged goodbye, it was such a warm hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'd like to think that this means that we'll be closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Neither of us really enjoyed high school like we should have.  I know it's supposed to be a fun time and all but I think we both felt completely out of place.  We lived in an upper middle class neighborhood without being upper middle class.  We watched as our peers drove their mercedes' and BMW's to school while she was driven by her mom and I took the bus.  Everyone had the best clothes and shoes; we had whatever our parents bought for us.  We were the 'bookworm geeks'.  Took the AP classes.  Did our homework ages in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Once we met, life seemed a little more enjoyable.  We didn't need anyone else.  We made our own fun!  We were together most every weekend; all weekend long.  We went to movies.  Spent the night.  Made up stories about our grand weekend adventures (remind me to tell you about the Quogs one day) and once we both started working at McDonald's, a whole new world opened for both of us.  We made friends, lots of friends.  We felt part of a group.  It seemed to be our thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Although Anne Marie didn't last at McDonald's as long as I did, or I should say at the same McDonald's, we truly had a great time while there and I have her to thank for any good memories I do have of my teenage years.  And don't even get me started on what her mother did for me while she was alive.  Words cannot express the gratitude I feel for that wonderful woman and her beautiful daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, again, I say Happy Birthday my Dear Friend.  I hope you know just how much you mean to me!!  And please know, I'll always be here for you, no matter what.  Anytime, day or night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love you my FRIEND.&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/19133602-8368341999001744941?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8368341999001744941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8368341999001744941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8368341999001744941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8368341999001744941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-15-2011.html' title='July 15, 2011...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8878527754102948390</id><published>2011-07-07T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:35:37.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>July 7, 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Those that know me well know that I'm not a huge T.V. person.  When September comes I have my handful of shows I like to watch.  But watch out October...or the end of October...but this year, this year the NBA is ripping my excitement right out from under me...the bastards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;How can they do this to me?  How can they take the only thing I live to watch and end it because of money.  My husband didn't have a job for years, we've lost everything and they are worried because they want the salaries to go way down so that the NBA can actually make more instead of the owners losing money.  Really?  I mean really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;We're talking millions of dollars.  Sports figures get paid way too much anyway.  I agree with the owners.  As much as I love my Lakers, they still get paid entirely too much.  Kobe is good.  He's not THAT good!  Hell, I'll get out there and play for much less than they do.  At the very least watching me play would be amusing!  Just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Everyone's like, there is a lock out in the NFL too.  I don't care about the NFL.  I like football, but I LOVE basketball.  What will I do with my time.  I mean.  I already read more than anyone I know.  I scrap a lot.  What else is there?  Board games? Board games aren't fun when one plays by herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Again.  Just sayin'.&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/19133602-8878527754102948390?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8878527754102948390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8878527754102948390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8878527754102948390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8878527754102948390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-7-2011.html' title='July 7, 2011...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6639198966194831698</id><published>2011-07-06T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:59:24.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>July 6, 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anybody that knows me probably knew that sooner or later I'd get to this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey Anthony.  Mother extraordinaire.  NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she guilty?  Probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should she have been convicted?  Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she convicted?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our justice system is archaic...That's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wonder is this.  When did judges STOP doing the job they were either elected for or hired for?  When did they decide to allow faulty attorneys to run the court room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'd like to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge that has the balls enough to put his/her foot down and say enough is enough!  A judge that runs the court room the way its supposed to be run.  A judge that says, I don't care what crap you, as an attorney, come up, with if it doesn't pertain to this trial, you won't bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember OJ?  Remember how pissed you were because he walked?  You were probably sure that he'd hang himself eventually.  He did.  A person with that much anger was bound to end up in jail eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey Anthony.  Will she too hang herself?  Probably not.  She'll go on with life.  Possibly change her name or move somewhere people don't know her.  She may have another child.  She may even profit from her story.  As you know, I love to read my true crime.  I will NEVER buy a book that woman may write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me.  It sickens me that the judge allowed a slime ball attorney to bring up things that had absolutely NO bearing on the case at hand.  The case of a little girl murdered.  The defense never argued that she wasn't murdered.  No, what did they do?  They said that Casey's father molested her.  And that has exactly what to do with a two year old dying?  He also mentioned that the gentleman that found the body moved it.  Really?  Was he there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  The prosecution made mistakes.  The shouldn't have gone for the all or nothing.  But come on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that most murder convictions happen because of circumstantial evidence?  How many murderers have stood up and said, "That's right, you got me".  Oh yes, son of Sam did.  He's about the only one.  Manson, to this day, still fenes innocence.  Yes.  Circumstantial evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words circumstantial evidence and beyond a reasonable doubt don't go together.  Yet they often do.  Apparently not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do?  OJ?  Casey?  Well, seems to me to be an easy solution.  Change the definition.  Change how the system works.  Why?  Because it's NOT working!  We wrote the laws.  We can change said laws.  If they worked, I'd say keep them.  They don't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I angry?  You bet I am.  At the jurors?  No.  They did what they were supposed to do according to the law.  I'm fairly certain that more than one juror found her guilty.  I'd guess more than half think she is.  But.  Based on what they heard, they couldn't convict.  So.  Who to be mad at?  Just the system.  A system that needs to be changed.  A system, which seems to be the best one in the world, yet still has many things wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we change the system?  Elect judges that aren't afraid.  Elect judges that are as sick and tired as we are in seeing justice not served.  Elect judges who want to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you have a better idea...I'd love to hear it.  I'm open!!&lt;br /&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/19133602-6639198966194831698?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6639198966194831698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6639198966194831698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6639198966194831698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6639198966194831698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-6-2011.html' title='July 6, 2011...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8956534627820091932</id><published>2011-07-03T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:01:12.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>July 3, 2011...</title><content type='html'>I'm just not sure how life gets away.  I suppose I could open a new blog and start over, but really, I suppose it doesn't matter.  A blog is a blog and it's my life story, be it good or bad.  I haven't looked over this blog in a very long time but I probably should.  I can see how I started, where I went wrong and where I am now.  Memory Lane.  May not be such a good thing.  Then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes so fast.  Already I have a Freshman and a Senior in High School.  50 is right around the corner, where does the time go?  Seems like I just graduated from high school myself.  Life truly is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wax poetic?  No idea.  Just seemed like the thing to do on this July 4th weekend.  Spent time with family today and realized it was such a good thing.  Tomorrow we'll spend equal time with friends.  Tuesday is Marcel's birthday and life will continue to fly on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a cat that is eleven and I'm sure not doing so well.  I've a dog that is twelve and is not doing so well.  Guess I didn't plan that one very well!  I'll be sad about the dog; I'll be devastated about the cat!  He's my boy, my Clooney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of this reminiscing..if that's what one calls it.  I need to branch out.  Write something memorable...hmmm...memorable...have any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8956534627820091932?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8956534627820091932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8956534627820091932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8956534627820091932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8956534627820091932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-3-2011.html' title='July 3, 2011...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1668993809101382214</id><published>2011-04-17T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:09:18.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>April 17, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So many things I suppose I can go off on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But, I'll try to be brief about everything and just voice my thoughts...please excuse if I go off on a tangent.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As you know I'm an avid basketball fan, especially my beloved Lakers.  It's playoff time.  I'm on pins and needles.  I swear to you, I get stomach aches, headaches and anxiety during these games!  And, because it's the playoffs, one cannot just watch the Lakers, one has to watch them all.  For you see, we can't have any surprises!  I love my Lakers.  I'm convinced that they do certain things on purpose, like, for instance, playing like crap for days on end.  There is no way that a team that has won as many championships as they have can have all major players NOT playing well at the same time.  Looking back at the way Phil Jackson used to coach the Bulls, it is the same MO.  Do I think we're going to win the title this year?  In a word, NO.  Do I think we can?  Yes.  But, I've always been a pessimist, so don't listen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On a related note, the Kobe debacle right now is just plain ridiculous.  The man got mad, the man said something he shouldn't have, but come on people, that doesn't mean that he's a homophobe!  I can only use myself as an example, but I can honestly say there have been numerous times that something has slipped out of my mouth and I was like, oh crap, it's too late for me to take that back!  He apologized.  Some people won't accept it.  Really folks?  Do you not have better things to worry about than whether or not Kobe Bryant is making amends to the Lesbian and Gay communities?  Are your lives that boring that you need to hang on every word said about and from the man?  If that is all you have, I feel sorry for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's the same in my own life.  As you all know, I don't keep many secrets, unless, of course, I'm asked to...but, when it comes to my own life, I tell it like it is.  To that end, you all know that I've had a very interesting life in the past years...about five to be exact.  Husband lost his job, his business, and his self worth.  We lost our home, a car, declared bankruptcy, separated and got back together.  Through it all I've done things, many things, I'm not proud of.  But, I am human.  I make mistakes.  I still like to consider myself the good girl.  Not the good girl gone wrong, but the good girl that went astray for a while.  I've shared it with you.  Then I noticed that some people were hanging on my life daily!  My life became their soap opera.  So, to that end, as I'm sure you've noticed, I've kept my mouth shut for the past year.  Not because I don't want to be open and honest, but because my life will no longer be everyone's soap opera.  I will say that at times, like everyone else, my life is difficult.  Sometimes just getting up every day is a struggle.  My husband is again without a job.  I have a part-time job.  My son graduates from High School next year and we worry about how he'll go to college.  My daughter is a great dancer and I worry how we'll continue allowing her to perform.  I worry about lots of things, but, I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In the past year and a half, I've figured out a lot about Jacquie.  What I want, what I don't want and what I need.  What works for me, what doesn't work for me.  Who my friends are and who my friends are not.  I've let things go that are not important.  I've changed my views and even changed aspects of my personality.  I've adapted to my situation and I'll prevail.  Throughout it all I've been the strong individual I've always been.  I've made mistakes, yes...but I'm trying to learn to forgive myself.  It's a struggle.  Eventually I'll prevail and life will go on.  I'll go on.  And I'll be a better person for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Work has been a wonderful thing for me.  I love my job.  I love the guys I work for.  They are fair and honest and, in turn, I'm fair and honest with them.  They know what's going on in my life and they now know that a part-time job isn't enough for me.  If they cannot offer me a few more hours a week, then I'll have to possibly look elsewhere.  Not because I want to, but because I have to do what's best for my family.  As much as I love my job, I must have more hours to survive.  Hopefully it works out well for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've certainly been thinking about going back to school.  Trying to find something that I won't be too old to do at age 50 when I'd be done and on my way to a 'new' career.  Problem is, it's difficult thinking about what I want to do that won't be obsolete in time.  Lots of thinking here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Throughout my entire five years of learning, experience, etc. I've lost my way.  I've turned from what I know to be the right path and I've turned away from my super power!  I'm making my way back and I'm stronger because of it.  Again, I'm human!  God knows that.  God forgives me.  Grace is a beautiful thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I thank my friends for helping me to get through this tough time.  As I said, I've learned who my friends are and who they are not.  I continue to weed the bad out of my life and seek the good and the beautiful.  My friends have been my rocks.  My friends are helping me to realize, along with my husband, that FAMILY is so important and it doesn't matter if we agree with our families or not, they are family and they will be there.  We can't pick our family so we either go with it, or disown it.  I've chosen to make amends and go with it.  Life is too damn short!  I know.  I almost died once.  I forgot what it was like.  Now I remember.  Embrace life and all it has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Won't you embrace life with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1668993809101382214?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1668993809101382214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1668993809101382214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1668993809101382214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1668993809101382214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-many-things-i-suppose-i-can-go-off.html' title='April 17, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1968325742550868273</id><published>2011-03-28T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:55:17.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>March 28, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>okay, so I'm now wayyyyy behind!  Bad, bad Jacquie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on really.  I work.  I come home.  I work some more.  It's tax season.  I put in ten hours today!  It's almost over! *sigh* yet good. Sigh because I'm enjoying the money.  Good because I've been working hard and will now go back to part-time! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghen did a four-day performance of Beauty and the Beast for her 8th grade drama class.  I have many photos!  Will upload some just as soon as I can go through them...I took over 400!  She did a great job as Babette, a milk maid, a wolf and a napkin!  The play itself was fantastic...very impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really exciting.  Looking forward to some quiet time once work settles back down and getting a few things accomplished around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the end of the NBA season; you know how much I HATE that!  I love me some basketball!  Go Lakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you miss basketball too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1968325742550868273?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1968325742550868273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1968325742550868273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1968325742550868273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1968325742550868273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-28-2011.html' title='March 28, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7623840447539872724</id><published>2011-03-16T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:47:32.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>March 16, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>Hello Folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the wait...I know, I know...I did so well and now, not so much!  Honestly, it's because nothing much is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. appointment was canceled.  Still trying to figure out when, where and how it will happen.  Waiting for a call from the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghen had her last dance performance Sunday.  Her team took home a High Gold ranking!!  I'm kinda glad that it's over!  I love watching her perform, but I'm glad it is something that is done!  She is also in the play, Beauty and the Beast starting next Thursday!  Can't wait to see her!!  She plays the feather-duster, Babette.  Also on the dance team..go figure huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor turns 17 this weekend.  Having a small party for him, nothing major.  Hard to believe that my baby will be a legal adult one year from Sunday! Wow.  Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel is fine...working diligently on his program still, working at Sears...busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm boring. Work, work, work...all I do since it's tax time.  I'm glad though...very excited that we'll have a little extra coming our way! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so different from last year at this time!  So glad that things seem to be settling in for us all!  Will soon be looking at college's for Taylor...UGH..NOT looking forward to my little boy leaving his mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you experienced that?  What can I do to get myself through it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7623840447539872724?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7623840447539872724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7623840447539872724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7623840447539872724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7623840447539872724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-16-2011.html' title='March 16, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5532794557879007782</id><published>2011-03-12T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:35:09.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>March 12, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Busy, busy, busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Worked today, Saturday, for the first time this season.  Nice to have a few extra hours!  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!  Also had to clean the studio today as tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meghen's&lt;/span&gt; last competition for the season.  Yes, that's right, tomorrow we're off to Millikan High School in Long Beach to watch her perform Burning Up one last time!  Can't say I'm sorry to say good bye to these competitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's that time of year when I begin to count down as things leave my calendar.  One down...dance competitions.  School done just around the corner.  Play done in two weeks.  Recital done in a few months.  Tax season done in two months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have no idea why I'd be so excited about year end this year when next year is going to be busier than EVER.  Between Taylor's Secretariat General responsibilities that I'm a ghost for and the fact that he's graduating and looking for colleges and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; beginning high school, doing drama and more dance, I really have no reason to be excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Of course, I won't know what to do without Taylor the following year. *sigh*  Yes, my baby is graduating next year.  Hell, he'll be 17 in a week! *sigh*  I can't comprehend the fact that by next year, he'll be a full-fledged adult.  Registering for the draft, going off to college, moving away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, there is nothing special about me...parents have been going through the same for eons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;One last thing, before I go.  I'd like to send up my prayers and thoughts to the people of Japan.  After living through an 8.9 earthquake and then a terrible tsunami, I'm sure many of the people that survived wish that they hadn't.  Nuclear reactors are leaving, aftershocks are a plenty, water is tainted and people are dying right and left.  My thoughts are with them.  I pray that they find peace in whatever they are going through and I pray that scientists find a way to halt the spread of the nuclear radiations that is permeating their atmosphere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Please join me in praying, won't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-5532794557879007782?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5532794557879007782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5532794557879007782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5532794557879007782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5532794557879007782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-12-2011.html' title='March 12, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3837384137640525092</id><published>2011-03-07T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:02:10.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>March 7, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's been a few days.  Really because I've had nothing much to say.  After getting over my cold, I've been busy doing things I didn't do while sick...you know, cleaning house, laundry, making dinner...fun stuff.  NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Work continues to be very busy.  Love it.  Makes the days fly by!  Busy week coming up ... sort of.  Wednesday night I'm going out with the girls to celebrate a friend's birthday.  Sunday is Meghen's final dance competition which means I clean the studio Saturday.  The Lakers play the Heat Thursday night so you know where I'll be.  I hope they play as well as they did when they annialated the Spurs yesterday!  It really was embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The week after next we have Meghen's play.  Finally!  Can't wait to see it as she's been busy every afternoon practicing.  Beauty and the Beast, Jr.  Whatever the Jr. means.  After that she practices for the recital and that means we are near the end of the school year.  Wow does time fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, hopefully I'll have more to write after a few days.  Or I'll come up with something controversial.  I've been avoiding the entire Charlie Sheen debacle, but...I'm thinking about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Should I or shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-3837384137640525092?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3837384137640525092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3837384137640525092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3837384137640525092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3837384137640525092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-7-2011.html' title='March 7, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-4035412628123681331</id><published>2011-03-04T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:27:23.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>March 4, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Finally!  Feeling somewhat better!  Still sound terrible, but feel much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Kind of a slow week because of the cold, but I think I needed to slow down some.  At least that's what I'm telling myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Moving into a busy time for me.  Helping with the sale of tickets for my daughter's play at school.  Then it's recital time and all that entails.  Then, thanks to my loving son, who won the election for Secretariat General of the MUN next year, I am now the SG shadow, which means whatever he doesn't do, I must do!  Plan a conference for 1400+ students.  Haven't taken on anything like this in years!  Must say, I haven't missed it nor am I really looking forward to it.  What I am looking forward to is having a chance to see my son in a different light and working closely with him on something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Work has been super busy, which is a good thing.  Before I know it, it's noon and then once I get back from lunch the day flies by!  Not sure where the time goes because I'm certainly NOT having fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tomorrow is cleaning day at home and possibly cleaning day at the studio.  I might get a huge start so that Sunday I won't have a lot to do.  Did that last week with just the trashes and it was great!  Takes me a while to clean that studio every week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anyone wanna help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-4035412628123681331?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/4035412628123681331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=4035412628123681331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4035412628123681331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4035412628123681331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-4-2011.html' title='March 4, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5381320025246303373</id><published>2011-03-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:38:38.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><title type='text'>March 3, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day three of sickness.  I feel better and then I feel worse.  It's time to feel better and stay feeling better.  I think if I could just sleep I'd be fine.  But, why would I think I would sleep now when I don't sleep regularly anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia is highly overrated and I'm over it.  Sleep may revisit me tonight.  I'll let it.  Really. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I got to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-5381320025246303373?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5381320025246303373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5381320025246303373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5381320025246303373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5381320025246303373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-3-2011.html' title='March 3, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5391152007937688896</id><published>2011-03-02T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:14:46.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><title type='text'>March 2, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>Another day of being sick...day two or kinda three since Monday was an off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say except my bed is looking fairly good right about now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to join me in saying good night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-5391152007937688896?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5391152007937688896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5391152007937688896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5391152007937688896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5391152007937688896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-2-2011.html' title='March 2, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3227810309744027205</id><published>2011-03-01T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:13:48.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><title type='text'>March 1, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still sick.  Another early night.  Can't write when my head is pounding and my nose is so stuffed up that I cannot even think straight.  I get a little panicky when I get this stuffed as I still have that hole in my lung and I'm more susceptible to pneumonia.  I don't like the feeling of having to gasp for my next breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to bed.  Hopefully I can come up with something good to write about.  I know I've been lax lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open to suggestions.  Got any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-3227810309744027205?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3227810309744027205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3227810309744027205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3227810309744027205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3227810309744027205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-1-2011.html' title='March 1, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8403136997953093628</id><published>2011-02-28T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:08:55.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><title type='text'>February 28, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>Not feeling well, going to bed.  Been a long day and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully can be back to normal tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8403136997953093628?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8403136997953093628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8403136997953093628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8403136997953093628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8403136997953093628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-28-2011.html' title='February 28, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8433492716432394650</id><published>2011-02-27T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:33:01.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 27, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another weekend over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, Sunday, my normal studio cleaning day.  Today I had a reason to hurry...tonight was the Oscars, also known as, the Academy Awards.  Not that I care who wins what since I haven't seen one movie nominated!  Not a one.  To be honest, I was more excited about the Red Carpet arrivals.  Love seeing what all the women are wearing!  There were actually some gorgeous dresses this year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spent some time over at my Brother-in-Laws house today as it was my nieces birthday party.  Wasn't able to stay late as I had to clean said studio, but was nice to see everyone for a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met Diana's new boyfriend; seemed like a really nice guy.  I hope he's the one for her.  She's such a good woman and deserves a good man!  Always enjoy my time with Diana.  Only the second time since the beginning of the year that I've been around my in-laws.  It was surprisingly easier than I thought.  Marcel was working so the kids and I went by ourselves.  Went to Target first to get Janelle's gifts.  Meghen, being a dancer, had to get her a tiny tutu.  It was actually very cute.  Unfortunately, because I left the wrapping to the kids, the shirt we got her to wear with it is still here.  Will have to give it to them soon!  Maybe Taylor's birthday in a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came home, after the studio, watched the Red Carpet show, made dinner and then watched the Oscars our way...no commercials....no speeches...was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now.  Now I'm ready to fold up a few loads of laundry and go to bed.  Feel the stirrings of my headache coming back full force.  Damn sinus'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do any of you have sinus problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19133602-8433492716432394650?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8433492716432394650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8433492716432394650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8433492716432394650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8433492716432394650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-27-2011.html' title='February 27, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7003786646306022298</id><published>2011-02-27T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:22:45.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 26, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quiet day, quiet night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a terrible headache!  Damn sinuses.  I have a sinus infection that doesn't seem to want to go away!  I've been on antibiotics now for 14 days and I still have it!  Makes for a terrible headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel is working tonight, kids are doing their own thing.  Got an invite to go out with a great friend, but just don't feel up to it.  In my jammies, nice and toasty warm, laying here in front of the t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll start my life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7003786646306022298?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7003786646306022298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7003786646306022298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7003786646306022298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7003786646306022298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-26-2011.html' title='February 26, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5157203893502361834</id><published>2011-02-25T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:03:05.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note'/><title type='text'>February 25, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>All I can say is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a heck of a week and I, for one, am glad it's over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-5157203893502361834?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5157203893502361834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5157203893502361834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5157203893502361834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5157203893502361834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-25-2011.html' title='February 25, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-4230554616647809352</id><published>2011-02-24T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:58:32.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><title type='text'>February 24, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today we're going to discuss doctors and tact and truth vs. fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A week ago I went to the doctor for my annual exam, although in my case it's been four years since I have gone.  Last time I saw my doctor was a visit right after my partial hysterectomy where he took my uterus and part of my cervix.  At the time I thought he'd taken all of my cervix, but apparently only a part of it.  But I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Fast forward a week and I'm driving up to my building after lunch.  My cell phone rings and it's the doctor's office.  I figure I'd better answer, never even imagining that I'd get the news I did.  My actual doctor was on the phone telling me that he had some news about my recent Pap.  It was a positive result and, oh, by the way, you also tested positive for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HPV&lt;/span&gt; virus, a sexually transmitted disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm sitting there, after already having had a terrible day, beginning to cry and wondering what this all means.  As I'm sitting there listening, the doctor is explaining that the next step is a procedure called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colposcopy&lt;/span&gt;.  After asking if it's something that must be done immediately, he answers yes and then hangs up saying, "Well, let me know what you decide".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I immediately go home, get on google and find any information I can on cervical cancer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HPV&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;colposcopy&lt;/span&gt;.  What I learn is that more than 80% of the population has this virus.  Yes, it's considered sexually transmitted, but the powers that be are not quite sure if that's the only way to contract it as it can be transferred from mother to child and it is a skin to skin virus not a fluid virus.  It doesn't always have anything to do with cervical cancer, but other types of ailments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; warts, etc.   So, as part of my mind is feeling better, other parts are wondering...what exactly do I have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, I call the doctor who decides to see me once again...today.  Those that know me well know that I speak my mind whenever I feel the need...and, truth be told, today I felt the need.  Now I understand that doctors have to walk a fine line and be careful how they word things, but, I also feel that they have the job of making a patient understand what is wrong without the patient panicking.  I panicked!  So, being who I am, I let him know that I was disappointed in how and what I was told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now read how and what I was told today.  My question.  "Please give me some information on what is going on with me."  Response:  You have a low-grade squamous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intraepithelial&lt;/span&gt;, which in layman's terms means I have a small amount of cells in my cervix that are not normal, which may or may not be cancerous.  The type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HPV&lt;/span&gt; I have is the type that makes me a high risk for cervical cancer, not the type that causes genital warts.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;colposcopy&lt;/span&gt; is the procedure whereby a large light is shined on the cervix, said cells are looked for, taken out if found to be abnormal, biopsied and removed at a later time by either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cryogenically&lt;/span&gt; freezing them off or by some other procedure.  In 3-6 months I have another Pap and so on and so on and so on until either I have a normal Pap or the cervix is taken out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now here is my problem with how I was told initially.  First, the whole STD thing.  The mind wonders when hearing that.  STD?  Me?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?  Then, after that, I was never told that it is most likely something that has been lying dormant for years and has now decided to rear it's ugly head.  I wasn't told that many people carry the virus and never even know it.  I was never told it's the most common STD and that there may be other ways of getting it.  I wasn't told if I had the wart kind or the cancer kind.  So my mind starts wondering...will I get warts? Am I going to get cancer?  And, unfortunately for the doctor, my mind wanders further and I'm thinking, will I die from cervical cancer like my mother did at 56?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Would it have killed the doctor to tell me how he did today rather than how he did on Tuesday?  Is he so used to dealing with this that he forgets that although he knows what's wrong and how to remedy it, I don't and I'll worry until after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;colposcopy&lt;/span&gt;.  My first reaction was to call my husband and tell him and I know that he must have been thinking...STD?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?  and ... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, am I going to lose my wife?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, I told the doctor.  Told him that he might want to reconsider how he tells a patient that news, any news.  He apologized. I felt better.  NOT because of the news I got, but because I was able to speak my mind.  Am I happy that I have the kind of virus that gives me a high risk of cancer? Hell no.  Am I happy that I now know exactly what I'm dealing with? Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What I want to know from you all is this?  Have you ever had an experience like this?  And, if so, what did you do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-4230554616647809352?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/4230554616647809352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=4230554616647809352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4230554616647809352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4230554616647809352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-24-2011.html' title='February 24, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5150949391436794073</id><published>2011-02-23T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:32:57.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 23, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, breakfast for dinner.  Love those nights!  I think I prefer breakfast for dinner more than breakfast for breakfast!!  I can't eat a too heavy breakfast...as a matter of fact, I rarely eat breakfast at all.  Pancakes are so heavy that when Marcel makes them for breakfast I don't eat them. BUT, when he makes them for dinner...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yummers&lt;/span&gt;!  And I love me some bacon.  Crunchy bacon.  If it wiggles, it's no good!  And don't even get me started on the eggs.  Sometimes I like them over easy, sometimes scrambled...but so so good!  Salt, pepper and a little cheese.  My mouth is watering just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;As a whole, I'm not fond of food.  Don't get me wrong, I prefer a good meal over crap, but eating to me is just something I must do to stay alive...otherwise I probably wouldn't take the time most of the time.  I have a few favorites.  I love guacamole.  I love cheese.  I love spare ribs..as long as they are beef.  And, I love crab legs.  Other than that, I can't say that I'd miss anything else in my diet.  Well, with the exception of my diet coke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wonder if I'd lose any weight on that diet.  I should try that.  I might have to add shrimp to that.  Or salmon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Do you see a pattern here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-5150949391436794073?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5150949391436794073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5150949391436794073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5150949391436794073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5150949391436794073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-23-2011.html' title='February 23, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8529949691267163589</id><published>2011-02-23T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:16:26.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 22, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, if I had to sum today up in two words, I'd say..."It sucked!"  I think I'd have to say it's one of the worst days I've ever had.  I woke up feeling terribly upset about personal issues and, instead of the day getting better, as it so often will, it actually proceeded to get worse.  I wish I could share with you all what is going on in my life, however, at the time, I cannot.  Someday soon, I hope to be able to tell you what is happening, but now, well, it's just not the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm asking for your help, despite the fact that I cannot share, and I am asking that if you pray, that you keep my family and I in your prayers and if you don't pray, well then, keep good thoughts coming our way.  We need them more than you know.  Especially me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm hoping tomorrow is better.  I mean, it has to be, I'm getting my hair done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8529949691267163589?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8529949691267163589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8529949691267163589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8529949691267163589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8529949691267163589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-22-2011.html' title='February 22, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-9216922429167899487</id><published>2011-02-21T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:38:57.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 21, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Work was unreal today...very very busy.  Before I knew it, it was past noon, it was too late to go to lunch, Fred brought me something from Carl's and then again, before I knew it, it was 3:00 and I was trying to get out of there...3:30 it was!  Cameron finally had to tell me to go home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Got home, took a little nap, read a bit and now I'm relaxing in front of the t.v. watching the Bachelor.  And I called it correctly tonight.  I figured Shawntel was going home.  One could just tell that Brad didn't feel it for her.  How can people stand this?  This is terrible!  It's so difficult now that's he's saying goodbye to women that all seem great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm still sticking with my two favorites...Chantel O. and Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tomorrow...another busy day I hope.  Makes going to work so much easier when time flies so quickly.  Much better than sitting there doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Don't you prefer a busy day at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-9216922429167899487?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/9216922429167899487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=9216922429167899487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/9216922429167899487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/9216922429167899487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-21-2011.html' title='February 21, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-4482236990496874762</id><published>2011-02-21T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:15:37.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 20, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After four hours of cleaning the studio...I'm pooped!  It's always difficult when I have to clean by myself, but Marcel was working and Meghen is still at the convention and Taylor, well, we won't even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBA All Star game was as expected...the West won with Kobe being the MVP.  Not to unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-4482236990496874762?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/4482236990496874762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=4482236990496874762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4482236990496874762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4482236990496874762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-20-2011.html' title='February 20, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-2959666544662805675</id><published>2011-02-20T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:52:50.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'>February 19, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So, today was the big day.  Months worth of practice and training came down to the Silver Team making the Gold.  What am I talking about?  My daughter's competition dance team.  They began in September, have performed twice since then and had their very first competition this weekend in Burbank...the Hollywood Vibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Was a smaller gathering than I thought it would be.  Not a lot of dance studios.  I was surprised that it seemed out of the way; the hotel I mean.  Was literally in the backyard of the Burbank Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Girls did fantastic...all groups!  Out of five teams, four of them came home with Gold and one with a Silver.  No platinum...*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Unfortunately we were unable to take photos and I certainly cannot afford to purchase them, so, *sigh* no pics to speak of.  Was able to get one of the entire team after they performed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Here's hoping that next month's competition goes as well!  Their last for the year and, I fear, Meghen's last period.  Going into high school next year makes us think twice about allowing her to compete again...we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After witnessing what we did, Marcel and I are not really hip on dance competitions anymore anyway.  I think it sends some girls a bad lesson.  Some acts were chosen as winners because they were cute and not technically the best dancers.  That isn't right for those that take the time to perfect their sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree? I'm interested in hearing what you all think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-2959666544662805675?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/2959666544662805675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=2959666544662805675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2959666544662805675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2959666544662805675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-19-2011.html' title='February 19, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-61991715435670631</id><published>2011-02-18T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:09:50.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'>February 18, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a really busy, busy weekend planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; left today for her first ever dance convention and her second ever dance competition.  It's called Hollywood Vibe and the girls have worked so hard trying to perfect their dance to Burning Up by Madonna.  Much, much better than last year's dance; much more intricate!  I think the girls have a really good chance of doing quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first though.  Competition itself doesn't start until 4:00 p.m., but registration is at 8:00 in the morning, followed by hours worth of dance classes taught by professional dances, some of which are on So You Think You Can Dance.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; isn't quite as excited about that, but hey, I think it's going to be a great experience for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the competition at 4:00, followed by awards at 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel and I are driving up tomorrow to watch the competition and will drive back after the awards ceremony, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; will be staying there through Sunday late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More dance classes in the morning, followed by a show put on by all of the dance instructors from the weekend.  The girls head home about 5:00&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; she has Monday off to recuperate from all that dancing!!  I'm sure she'll enjoy herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&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/19133602-61991715435670631?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/61991715435670631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=61991715435670631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/61991715435670631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/61991715435670631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-18-2011.html' title='February 18, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7437376916246489495</id><published>2011-02-18T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:02:05.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 17, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long day today, and a long night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is beginning to pick up and get really busy now that the IRS has decided to release the forms for the year.  Lots of training going on too as each of my bosses has a family member coming in to learn the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work and after picking up Meghen, I ended up going out last night and stayed out wayyyy too late, but, that's okay.  I can handle it every once in a great while and it was for a great reason, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7437376916246489495?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7437376916246489495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7437376916246489495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7437376916246489495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7437376916246489495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-17-2011.html' title='February 17, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7514049099510028259</id><published>2011-02-16T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:04:50.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 16, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Over the years I've basically stayed away from reality t.v.  I haven't been a real fan.  I watched the first year of Survivor and thought, 'big deal'.  I started watching American Idol but after Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt; lost, well, I watched it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intermittently&lt;/span&gt; since then.  I tried watching Big Brother, and the one where it was a dorky guy and beautiful girls, but I have to say I just couldn't get involved.  A lot of my friends have been talking about the virtues of Project Runway, so I tried watching and I feel asleep.  Even more friends have talked about the Real Housewives of (pick your city)...didn't even go after that one...until recently when I had nothing better to do and I watched a reunion show and thought, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, this might be entertaining.  But, the most watched show, by many I know, has been the Bachelor.  I have friends that have Bachelor night parties.  So this year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; and I thought...let's watch the Bachelor and see what the big deal is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We watched the first hour of the first show and we were like, 'we don't get it'.  Then we watched the second hour of the show and we were yelling at the t.v. 'She needs to go home!'  Now, here we are down to four girls and we are obsessed!  Last night the one we hated finally went home.  I mean, this girl Michelle was a psycho!!  I would have had to be really pissed if he ended up with her!  I kept yelling at the t.v. 'can't you see how terrible she is for you? can't you see how evil she is?'  I guess I didn't give him enough credit.  Now we are down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shawntel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chantel&lt;/span&gt;, Ashley and Emily.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Meghen's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; to win is Emily with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chantel&lt;/span&gt; O. a close second.  My two favorites are exactly switched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What is it about these shows the suck us in?  It's not like I like the entire premise of the Bachelor.  If you want the girls to really pick a man they want to marry then follow him back to his bar in Texas and see him in his daily job and with his friends.  That would be realistic!  When they see him in his element and  if they then still want him then fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But, Bachelor aside...my dirty little secret...the only reality show I absolutely LOVE ... well, besides Dancing with the Stars, which I really don't count, is Keeping Up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kardashians&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't get enough of that show.  Those sisters just crack me up.  I love all three of them.  They are really very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So...does that mean I'm a reality t.v. junkie now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7514049099510028259?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7514049099510028259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7514049099510028259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7514049099510028259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7514049099510028259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-16-2011.html' title='February 16, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-2292658569830131320</id><published>2011-02-15T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:51:04.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 15, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, I'm confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you have been reading my blog at all this year, you'll notice that I end each entry with a question.  The odd thing is, not many answer my questions which leads me to believe that either no one is reading this anymore or you just don't have the answers to my questions.  According to my ticker, SOMEONE is reading this, so, what up with not answering my questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Makes me wonder if I even want to continue with the question thing.  I WILL continue blogging, because I do that for ME...but, the questions are for YOU.  I figured it would be a way to suck my readers in, but apparently it has backfired!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tell me, anybody, just two people, should I continue with the questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19133602-2292658569830131320?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/2292658569830131320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=2292658569830131320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2292658569830131320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2292658569830131320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-15-2011.html' title='February 15, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6973561185618836376</id><published>2011-02-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:44:53.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 14, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, feeling a little bad.  Card from the hubby and nothing from the kids.  First year my daughter has completely forgotten me.  My son, well, mom isn't cool anymore and my husband, well, we just don't have the money to do anything.  I am not mad, not upset...just feeling a little blue.  Just want to feel loved and I guess I'm not feeling as loved as I want.  I know.  I know.  My kids love me and so does my husband.  Just my own problem.  I'll get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Have a doctor appointment tomorrow and, if at all possible, a funeral to go to.  Wow, I'm in for a rough day.  A really rough day.  So, based on the way I'm feeling right now and the day I'll have tomorrow...I will bid you all adieu...and a fond good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anyone think of a way to cheer up fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19133602-6973561185618836376?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6973561185618836376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6973561185618836376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6973561185618836376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6973561185618836376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-14-2011.html' title='February 14, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6876600086107722463</id><published>2011-02-13T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:36:19.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>February 13, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, you knew it was coming...I had to weigh in on my feelings about Valentine's Day.  I am so so sick of people, men and women included, that say that they don't "DO" Valentine's Day because they show their mate how much they love them throughout the year and don't need a special day to show how much they care.  It's a crock of crap people.  A crock of crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes. I agree. Valentine's Day is one of many Hallmark holidays...BUT...there is absolutely nothing wrong with having one day to celebrate your love for someone.  We all try to show our loved one how much he/she means to us, but, let's face it, we don't always do a great job because life gets in the way.  What is wrong with setting aside one day per year and trying to really do something different as a means to show our mate how important he/she is to us?  Think about it...how often do you set up the bedroom with flower petals, candles, chocolates and gifts during the year...I can tell you how often it happens in my house...ZERO!  That's right.  ZERO.  So, if my husband were to do just that for me, I'd be ecstatic.  And he tries to show me how much he loves me each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He tries.  Trying is good.  Sometimes he succeeds and sometimes he doesn't.  So,  who am I to stop him from going overboard just one day per year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And don't even get me started when a man/woman (usually a man) says...We don't celebrate because my wife/husband says 'don't bother'.  Give me a break!  Are you kidding me?  When a spouse says that, one of two things is happening...One, he/she is full of crap and two, she/he is letting you off easily!  There is not a person out there in this world that doesn't enjoy receiving a gift.  I don't care what he/she says.  How do I know this?  Let me tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have, in the almost 23 years that I've been with my husband, always told him to NOT spend his money on roses.  To me, roses are a waste of money.  Why buy flowers that are going to die in a few days?  If you want to buy me flowers, I'll take a spring bouquet over roses any day.  Spring flowers last for weeks!!  Now, that being said...I'm a woman and I love me some roses.  Buy me A rose and I'm a happy girl.  Buy me a dozen and I'd probably be indentured to you for life!  Is it a waste? Yes...but...there is always that BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, now that you've heard my ranting...tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you find Valentine's Day a perfect opportunity to go a little overboard in showing the person you love how much you love them or do you find it to be a waste and a huge Hallmark Holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6876600086107722463?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6876600086107722463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6876600086107722463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6876600086107722463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6876600086107722463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-13-2011.html' title='February 13, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6862696196801503243</id><published>2011-02-12T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T17:27:42.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 12, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a laid back Saturday.  Got up, took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Megz&lt;/span&gt; to dance practice, came home, chatted with Janet a while, went and picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Megz&lt;/span&gt; up, laid down due to a sinus headache, took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Megz&lt;/span&gt; to a friends house for an overnight stay, got home, sat down and realized...I'm all alone.  And what do I decide to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean the house! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me!  I have such a small amount of time that I have to take time when I can to do the things that MUST be done around the house.  So, as soon as I'm done here, I'm off to clean the house, sinus headache and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out the whole Valentine's Day thing.  Got the kids each a little something silly, but they are used to that!  As for my hubby, well, since we were not exactly together last year at this time, I'm trying to think of something to make his day special, but I guess I'm just not romantic...I can't come up with a thing really.  It's difficult when trying to save money AND when there are two kids in the house.  Good thing I have tomorrow still to try to come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any ideas?&lt;br /&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/19133602-6862696196801503243?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6862696196801503243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6862696196801503243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6862696196801503243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6862696196801503243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-12-2011.html' title='February 12, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3337356348850217477</id><published>2011-02-11T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T17:22:38.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 11, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>Once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nuffin. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-3337356348850217477?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3337356348850217477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3337356348850217477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3337356348850217477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3337356348850217477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-11-2011.html' title='February 11, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8933175796162866418</id><published>2011-02-10T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:43:19.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>February 10, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;I know my blogs for the past few days have been somewhat, BAD, shall we say? But, in my defense, I have some heavy duty things going on right now and I am still trying to stay positive AND come up with something clever to write and it's just not working...that and I'm trying to hold a few conversations and watch some t.v.  Well, that's my excuse for tonight anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Was thinking more about that book I really want to write.  I need to really start that!  I doubt I'd ever take it to a publisher, but, think about it...writing a book...wouldn't that be an accomplishment?  I don't care about publishing it; I just want to write one to say that I did!  My own personal goal I guess you'd say.  My husband is all for it.  I bet he'd even help.  Nah, never mind...supposed to be mine...all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;And, thinking about writing a book, brinks me to my 'bucket' list...the things I'd like to do before I die.  The idea of having one is beginning to really appeal to me.  Thing is, there are so many things I'd like to put on it and really no way to do it all.  So, question is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Do I even bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8933175796162866418?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8933175796162866418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8933175796162866418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8933175796162866418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8933175796162866418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-10-2011.html' title='February 10, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1743380365610632878</id><published>2011-02-09T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:32:51.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 9, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me.  My 46th birthday.  One the downhill to 50. *sigh*  I'm thinking that 50 wouldn't bother me so much if I didn't already realize that my baby graduates that year and could, possibly, leave us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyway, met Kelly, Tami, Jill, Tiffany, Janet, Monika and Mitch at Flamingos for a few drinks and appetizers.  Was good and fun.  Took a few not good pics, but what the heck...it's okay.  Still practicing with the whole camera thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Overall, it was a pretty good birthday!  Can't complain.  Got great gifts from my kids.  First year they both went out shopping, on their own, and got me gifts.  Felt good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do any of you look forward to 50?  Anybody out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1743380365610632878?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1743380365610632878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1743380365610632878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1743380365610632878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1743380365610632878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-9-2011.html' title='February 9, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-2759379559838900139</id><published>2011-02-09T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:08:37.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 8, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>Had great fun tonight at dinner with Trish!  We went to the Yardhouse in the Spectrum...had never been there before.  Was good.  Had fun taking all sorts of different pics.  Trish is taking a class and gave me some great pointers!!  Thanks girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home to some bad news but not willing to share yet. I will when the time comes.  On my road to keeping positive, I'm not letting the news get me down and I'm plugging ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my birthday and Flamingos...Yummers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna come out and play???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-2759379559838900139?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/2759379559838900139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=2759379559838900139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2759379559838900139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2759379559838900139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-8-2011.html' title='February 8, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5777394560449561697</id><published>2011-02-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:31:33.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 7, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Another day, another tax return.  So, as the season begins I got the first of many fingers stapled.  Throbbed.  Really throbbed.  I mean it HURT!  But, the job goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow I get to go to dinner with Trish at a place I've never been.  I'm so so excited!!  Can't wait.  Good food, good company...what more could I ask for... you know.  I am so glad to have met Trish...she's such a great person and so so sweet!  So glad to have her as a new friend! So glad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Also looking forward to Wednesday as we're all going to Flamingos for Happy Hour.  Trying to find someone to pick Meghen up but not working!!  Not sure if she'll end up missing or not.  She has team practice so it wouldn't be ideal, but still, it's a special night with friends and I really don't want to have to leave early. What to do, what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm open to suggestions...Anybody have any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19133602-5777394560449561697?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5777394560449561697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5777394560449561697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5777394560449561697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5777394560449561697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-7-2011.html' title='February 7, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8591877525911248003</id><published>2011-02-06T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:19:16.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 6, 2001 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, my poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; lost. *sigh*  Was sad, but still happy for my Dad.  It's been twelve years since the Packers have won the Super Bowl so it's okay that they won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Was fun spending time with my nieces AND I saw a different side of my sister.  The girl gets into her sports!  Hell hath no fury like my sisters mood when her team is losing.  She yelled so loud that she scared the daylights out of her six year old.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I was yelling too, but she was like, violently yelling!  Scared me even!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Was a good game though and I enjoyed the family time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Didn't think much of the $3 million commercials though.  I saw one that made me really laugh and that was the Pepsi Max one where the girl had a can of Pepsi thrown at her from the guys wife/girlfriend.  The rest, not so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Did you find the commercials funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8591877525911248003?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8591877525911248003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8591877525911248003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8591877525911248003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8591877525911248003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-6-2001.html' title='February 6, 2001 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6069026996710314819</id><published>2011-02-05T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:27:48.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 5, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm not usually a fan of garage sales.  They always seem to be more hassle than they are worth, never earning enough money to make it worth one's while to get up THAT early on a Saturday.  But, I have to say, it's definitely a better experience when you have great people working with you!  As was the case today.  Not sure if it was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt; listing, or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pennysaver&lt;/span&gt; listing or the signs, but we had traffic like I've never seen before.  Can't say as I'd want to do another sale soon, but...it was okay and it's over and I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hubby works tonight.  Son is with his girlfriend.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; is in her room, also tired, and I'm sitting in front of the t.v. with a blanket on watching movies on Lifetime.  Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flix&lt;/span&gt; baby, chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flix&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't you just love a great girlie movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6069026996710314819?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6069026996710314819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6069026996710314819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6069026996710314819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6069026996710314819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-5-2011.html' title='February 5, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-2309113095576978525</id><published>2011-02-04T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:52:58.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 4, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So much to do and so little time...story of everybody's life I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;First full week at work...done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Organizing for tomorrow's garage sale...partially done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Signs made...partially done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bills paid...done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Still to do:  remainder of prep for garage sale, dinner, time with hubby, shower, clean kitchen, get cat food, take Taylor to Howie's, price garage sale items, and whatever else comes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I know it's going to be a madhouse for everyone Sunday...so, I'll simply say...good luck to everyone with the things that have to be done for the Super Bowl and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;GO STEELERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Who are you rooting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-2309113095576978525?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/2309113095576978525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=2309113095576978525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2309113095576978525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2309113095576978525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-4-2011.html' title='February 4, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1954620273231632091</id><published>2011-02-03T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:04:50.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>February 3, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tomorrow marks the first week of my working Monday through Friday.  And can I just say I'm tired!  Really tired.  I haven't worked five days in a row in a very long time.  I know I'll get used to it, but this first week has been killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Busy weekend scheduled.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meghen's&lt;/span&gt; dance studio is holding a garage sale, at my house, with the proceeds going towards the February Convention for the dance teams.  Tomorrow night after work is set-up time and then Saturday morning at 6:00 we'll start setting up.  Garage sale is from 7:00 till 11:00.  At 10:00 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; needs to get to dance and then we're free, unless I clean the studio Saturday instead so I don't have to get up early Sunday to clean it before the Super Bowl starts.  Definitely can't miss this year's Super Bowl as my favorite team is playing...Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;STEELERS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll have some free time, but not a whole lot.  Next week finds me going to dinner either Monday or Tuesday night with a friend and then Wednesday night going to Flamingos for cocktails.  Can't wait!!  Hopefully I'll have some time in there to get in some shopping!  There is a huge sale going on at New York and Company &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;if'n&lt;/span&gt; you have the coupon...and I do!  Mama goes to dinner she needs a new dress, plus Valentine's Day is the following Monday and I've got my Honey to do something for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I read a funny article on Valentine's Day today...the six things men should NEVER do for Valentine's Day!  1.  Don't make your purchases at a drug store.  2.  Don't purchase a store bought card.  3.  Don't text or e-mail your loved one.  4.  Dress better if you are going out.  5.  Don't let a stuffed animal say I love you.  I forget what the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one is, but I have to say I like most of these.  They were saying that if you make your purchase at a drug store that your wife will realize she was second thought to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt;.  Women would much prefer a love letter than a card that is made with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hundreds&lt;/span&gt; of women in mind.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Texting&lt;/span&gt; or e-mailing is just BAD all the way around when saying Happy Valentine's Day...I love you!  Dressing better is because he'd better not be taking you to McDonald's and to a nicer restaurant where his clothes should be saying he cares enough to dress for you.  Stuffed animals are what you get someone when you have no idea what else to get...and, as an adult woman, it's just not cute anymore.  The 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was sad...I remember now...64% of men allow the woman to make the plans for the evening.  More men need to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;initiative&lt;/span&gt;.  I agree with that last one especially.  I find that Marcel rarely makes the plans for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Men...do you make any of these mistakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1954620273231632091?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1954620273231632091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1954620273231632091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1954620273231632091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1954620273231632091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-3-2011.html' title='February 3, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-111083963265286037</id><published>2011-02-02T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:10:53.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>February 2, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you ever feel that some traditions should be broken?  Don't get me wrong, Groundhog's Day is great, but I believe that it may be time to get rid of Punxsutawney Phil.  I mean, who are they kidding? He predicts absolutely NADA!  It's a group of people, that are a part of his inner circle, because don't you know, all groundhogs have an inner circle, that make the decision whether or not we will have an early spring or not.  Come on, in the middle of a blizzard, they decide that we'll have an early spring.  Are you serious??  Snow, wind, blizzard people!!  Winter will be over when it's over.  Spring can only come once winter is actually over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So who are they kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-111083963265286037?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/111083963265286037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=111083963265286037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/111083963265286037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/111083963265286037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-2-2011.html' title='February 2, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7016130347881385910</id><published>2011-02-01T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:18:02.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>February 1, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Finally!  Working Monday through Friday starting yesterday.  Found out today.  Going to be different for me.  Haven't done that in ages.  My lunch times will be busy!!  Sad as it is, the money is all but spent.  Between Taylor needing new glasses, him taking the SAT, his birthday, the Prom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meghen's&lt;/span&gt; dance recital and her needing contacts, well, that means no bacon for mama or daddy! *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was thinking ahead to next August and realized things will be getting more expensive.  Now I have to come up with $150 per child for registration.  This includes an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ASB&lt;/span&gt; card, yearbook and planner...this doesn't include the P.E. clothes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; will need.  Then there is graduation costs for Taylor...more expensive photographs, graduation announcements, cap and gown.  The list goes on and on.  Creative Memories here I come with graduation announcements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't want to even get into college and how we're going to figure that one out!!  Only time will tell...who knows, I might be adding another job!  We do what we must for our children AND we do it with a smile!!  Or at the very least, a grimace!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And that's just child number 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Child number 2 thinks that right after high school she's going to New York and will be singing and/or acting on Broadway or on some television show.  Good luck with that one!  The great thing about it, besides the fact that I could ultimately meet George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt;, I'd be able to go to New York.  What the heck am I thinking...I could meet GEORGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CLOONEY&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; MUST do ACTING!!  It's my only chance.  My only chance I tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I mean come on...if you had the chance, wouldn't you WANT to meet GEORGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CLOONEY&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7016130347881385910?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7016130347881385910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7016130347881385910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7016130347881385910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7016130347881385910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-1-2011.html' title='February 1, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-4590353595512107007</id><published>2011-01-31T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:16:29.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>January 31, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, January of 2011 will be gone in three hours and five minutes.  How did this happen?  How can days keep flying by?  Where does time go?  I'm aging by leaps and bounds.  *sigh*  Okay fine, bring on February, I'm ready for her.  Oh wait, great, February only has 28 days...less than all the rest of the months.  Just what we need...time to go by faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The nice thing about February is...its the month of Love.  Not that I believe one should only show love during the month of February, but I love hearts and love and Cupid's little arrows and the sentiment that goes with Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Let's see, what are my plans for February?  I plan to begin working full time.  I plan on going to my daughter's first dance competition of the year.  Oh yeah, and there is that little thing of my 46th birthday.  Not sure what's up with that yet.  And, I plan on trying to start an even better fitness regime...or, I should say, I plan on starting A fitness regime.  If February goes as fast as January did, I'll be through an entire month of exercise in no time!  Like my reasoning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Speaking of month of love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anybody have any good, romantic ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-4590353595512107007?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/4590353595512107007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=4590353595512107007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4590353595512107007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4590353595512107007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-31-2011.html' title='January 31, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5040434270347779790</id><published>2011-01-30T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:17:21.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>January 30, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Something I'll just never understand...why does one person have to go through so damn much in life while other's go through like unscathed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have a friend that I've known for 20+ years and in that time I've watched her lose her sister to cancer, her brother, her mother and now she's in the process of losing her father.  All taken from life entirely too  young.  Leaving her with no immediate family, except husband and son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying ANYONE should have to go through this.  I just don't understand why God would allow one person to go through so much heartache.  I'm sorry. I have a hard time believing that He allows her to go through it because she can handle it.  Many people would be able to handle it, yet she repeatedly has to.  I know I'm biased because she's my friend, but come on!  Enough is enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly take that pain. I've had enough in my life and I'd much rather it be me going through this than her.  Too bad it doesn't work that way.  Too bad we can't make things happen the way we'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone explain this to me?&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/19133602-5040434270347779790?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5040434270347779790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5040434270347779790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5040434270347779790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5040434270347779790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-30-2011.html' title='January 30, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7542243445351976491</id><published>2011-01-29T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:48:06.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><title type='text'>January 29, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes it's nice to just sit at home, on a Saturday night, and watch the musicals that no one else in the family likes!  So far I've watched Hairspray.  I'm watching Annie now and I'm pretty sure Mamma Mia will be next; either that or Chicago, I haven't decided.  Meghen likes musicals but she prefers her You Tube time more!  So, here I sit, freezing, smiling and singing along.  BTW, if you haven't seen the movie, Carol Burnett does a wonderful, award-winning job as Mrs. Hannigan.  Feels good to sit down; spent a lot of time running around today.  Out to the studio for Meghen's dress rehearsal for tomorrow's show at California Adventure.  Then to CVS to find make-up.  Home, back to the studio, back home to help Taylor dress for the Winter Formal, gas station, Katie's house for pics, then the park for more pics.  So, I'm sitting here relaxing until I have to go get Taylor and Katie at 11:15 from the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsxgyk0RI/AAAAAAAACgo/imO-_WGIP7E/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsxgyk0RI/AAAAAAAACgo/imO-_WGIP7E/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567835374696583442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsx3qrfXI/AAAAAAAACgw/7m79YQ_tuZE/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsx3qrfXI/AAAAAAAACgw/7m79YQ_tuZE/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567835380837481842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsyLGmUhI/AAAAAAAACg4/rDQTuispZ-U/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsyLGmUhI/AAAAAAAACg4/rDQTuispZ-U/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567835386054857234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsyYyiaZI/AAAAAAAAChA/5maTzFSmPi8/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsyYyiaZI/AAAAAAAAChA/5maTzFSmPi8/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567835389728811410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cute pics of my son, his girlfriend and his friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7542243445351976491?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7542243445351976491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7542243445351976491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7542243445351976491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7542243445351976491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-29-2011.html' title='January 29, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TUTsxgyk0RI/AAAAAAAACgo/imO-_WGIP7E/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6596093889003334679</id><published>2011-01-28T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:11:49.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>January 28, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now I know there are dog lovers out there and there are cat lovers out there.  Each person is usually one or the other.  I would be the cat person.  I love cats.  I love their attitude.  I love their cuteness.  I love their independence.  Most people are put off by the independence and attitude of a cat.  Who wouldn't love an animal that doesn't need to be watched 24/7 but one who is still cuddly and lovable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm watching my cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt; (yes, he IS named after HIM - *swooning*).  Sometimes he gets on my nerves, but when he gets in one of his moods, I love just watching him.  I guess I probably like cats because they think like women.  See this entry:  http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-26-2011.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;In the matter of minutes...he started out laying in the chair, taking a short nap.  Suddenly he jumps down and runs to the window...apparently he heard something.  Ah, yes, a bird.  Have you ever heard a cat when he sees a bird.  He makes a clicking noise with his mouth that is hilarious!  Oops, there he goes, he wants to be over here now...somewhere out of my eye range but me thinks he ran to the kitchen.  Seconds later he's back...gets all cute by rolling around on the floor...nope, enough of that, he's cleaning himself now...what's that you say...someone in the kitchen?  Is it time for food...I NEED to be over there now.  Oh, my bad...not someone in the kitchen...I'd better run back to the living room and finish that bath.  What was I cleaning...let's see..oh yeah, my butt.  Because we all know that cats love to lick their back sides...I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;, but whatever.  No wait, there might be a bird out there again...let me look...no wait, wait, wait...I have to go running behind the t.v. because there is AIR back there....whoosh, there I go, I'm in the kitchen...oh crap...bird, bird!!  Oops, ran right into the window.  Bet the birds are laughing at me now...Damn birds.  I think I'll take a nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;See what I mean.  Mind like a woman's.  But much funnier.  Women get flustered; cats get funnier the more they think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have to say, with my cat anyway, he really gets this way when he's hungry.  It's like his stomach is growling and probably hurting and he doesn't know what to do about it so he runs like a banshee (whatever that really is) through the house.  Or, maybe he sees spirits in the house when he runs quickly from place to place.  I have taken photos of him and had the 'orb' experience around him in the pics.  You know what I mean...right?  Someone told me once that those tiny orbs of light that the camera pics up are really spirits watching over the person or animal that they are surrounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The great part about cats is that they think they own you.  When it's bedtime...the bed belongs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt;.  My husband and I are spooned together; not because we're a loving couple, but because that's the only way for the three of us to fit on the bed.  Why? Well, the cat HAS to be as close to mama as possible.  Some say he loves me, I say he's cold and is trying to suck the little warmth I have out of me!!  He doesn't seem to love me as much during the summer! Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sometime during the night I'll find a paw in my face and I can't move because he's stretched out right next to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Then he gets irritating.  Why?  You know how they say it's darkest right before dawn?  Well, that's his favorite time to play.  Balled up socks, lint, you name it and it's his toy.  He'll bat it all around the room.  Could he possibly go into a different room and play there? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;...it's our room.  Then he decides he has to stretch his claws...on the bed!  Seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt;?  Don't use something else....no, use our bed.  We're just trying to SLEEP here!!  Just about the time I think, "Oh thank goodness, he's done", the alarm goes off.  Of course it does!  As I fumble to turn off the alarm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt; jumps up on the bed, ready for a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Are you serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6596093889003334679?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6596093889003334679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6596093889003334679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6596093889003334679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6596093889003334679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-28-2011.html' title='January 28, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1837284687298693906</id><published>2011-01-27T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:43:59.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>January 27, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally got our closet doors put on and our shower fixed.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a night at Tortilla Flats with a friend.  Talked a lot about a lot of things...mainly relationships of all kinds.  Always great to get someones elses perspective on things.  That and the Flats has the tastiest combo platter and margaritas! Yummers.  Sharing the platter and buying a few drinks is actually not an expensive night!  Who would have thunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does kind of bum me out that I couldn't scrap, but everything is done for a reason!!  I can't complain; I've been scrapping for a few nights now!  So close to being done!!  Well, at least with 2010!  We won't even go into how much I truly still need to scrap from previous years!!  2004-2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow.  It's the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any plans?&lt;br /&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/19133602-1837284687298693906?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1837284687298693906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1837284687298693906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1837284687298693906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1837284687298693906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-27-2011.html' title='January 27, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-2080257300398077014</id><published>2011-01-26T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:29:59.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stories'/><title type='text'>January 26, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Have you ever noticed how when you start one job, you always end up doing something completely different because one job always turns into something else.  You go to put away the dishes and notice that the stove needs cleaning, so you go to the cleaning cabinet to get the spray cleaner and you notice that you need rags, so you go over to the laundry room and get the rags out of the dryer just to find that the kids have filled up the dirty laundry bin and so you stop and do a load of laundry.  Then you realize you have to go to the bathroom and once there you see that you need to clean up the bathroom.  As you start cleaning the bathroom you notice you're out of toilet paper so you have to go to Target.  Of course, walking through Target takes at least an hour and a half.  $100 later you get back home and you just have to hang the Valentine's Day decorations you got.  This makes you realize that you have to plan the big LOVE day so you sit down and make plans.  While you're thinking, your stomach growls so you go into the kitchen and low and behold, there is the stove that still needs cleaning, BUT it's so close to time to pick up the kids that you figure, 'Well, I'll just have to do it tomorrow'.  You eat, forgetting your list of Valentine's Day plans and you watch a little t.v.  You get sucked into daytime repeats of the Real Housewives of (insert your city here) and you almost forget to get the kids.  You jump in the car, pick them up, bring them home long enough for them to change their clothes, before running out to soccer practice, where you sit for an hour playing Angry Birds on your cell phone.  Just as you're ready to throw the phone across the field, practice is over and you jump in the car, running late to pick up child two from karate.  Both kids, check..oh crap, you forgot you needed milk and cereal so on the way home you stop at the market, threatening the kids to stay in the car and be good for five minutes.  You rush through the door about a half hour before your husband is due home expecting dinner.  You run to the kitchen and start dinner...on a dirty stove. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sound familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-2080257300398077014?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/2080257300398077014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=2080257300398077014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2080257300398077014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2080257300398077014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-26-2011.html' title='January 26, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5149445106512210930</id><published>2011-01-25T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:58:39.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>January 25, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Have you ever woken up and thought, something is going on today but I don't remember what, just to find out, at the end of the day, that nothing came to mind?  Maybe that's just me.  I put nothing past myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's like walking into a room with such intent just to get there, stop and think, "What the hell am I doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Or, starting a sentence, just to stop mid-sentence and have no idea what your point is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What I wonder is, are these all signs of sure dementia or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;?  Does it happen to men too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My doctor told me once that it's because, as women, we have far too much on our minds.  I'd like to believe that diagnosis, but one still has to wonder if, when old age sets in, I'll remember who my kids and husband are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I know that often times we can look towards our extended family to find some of these answers, but...what does one do when her extended family all die early due to alcohol related incidents.  For instance, my grandmother died long before I had a chance to meet her. She went out with my grandfather on St. Patrick's Day and got in a fatal accident.  Because of it, although my grandfather lived through an accident he shouldn't have, he died younger due to kidney failure, caused by said alcohol induced driving.  My paternal grandparents died young as well...as did my own Mother, who died from alcohol related bladder cancer.  I have no relatives on my maternal side and on my paternal side, they all live in Wisconsin and they like their alcohol too so it may be difficult to tell.  My dad is 70, doesn't drink and so may be my first relative to die of natural causes rather than alcohol related.  Did I mention that my grandfather was adopted so even if we knew, we wouldn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My point is, I have no idea what runs in my family.  I have no idea if there is cancer, heart failure, high blood pressure or dementia.  And, once I find out, I'll be too old to try to do anything about any of it.  What I do know is this...my ticker has a murmur and has for years.  My blood pressure is so low that I almost died when I got really sick and I forget things more often than most people seem to.  Should I worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No.  It would be needless worrying.  Why?  Because you can't stop what is meant to be.  When it is one's time to die, one shall die.  Just like one cannot stop the aging process.  It happens whether we want it to or not.  Sure we can get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;botox&lt;/span&gt;, or a face lift.  A nip here, a tuck there...but reality is, you're aging!  Take me, for instance, I've been told repeatedly that I don't look 45 (almost 46), and although I love that...in retrospect...it doesn't really matter because the body reminds me on a daily basis that I'm getting old.  My back is in a constant state of pain.  My neck too.  My stomach gets bubbly almost nightly depending upon what I eat.  Them body parts are falling, sagging, bouncing in places where they shouldn't be falling, sagging and bouncing.  I have extra bulges where there used to be none.  In other words, I'm aging. I may look young, I definitely act young, but my body reminds me that I'm just fooling myself.  Whoever said that you're only as young as you feel, well, he was full of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How young do you feel?  Are you falling apart?  Do you forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-5149445106512210930?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5149445106512210930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5149445106512210930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5149445106512210930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5149445106512210930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-25-2011.html' title='January 25, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-977322953025381365</id><published>2011-01-24T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:52:14.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>January 24, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is it that I never knew about the Taxpayer Advocacy Group?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For years now I've been trying to fight a losing battle with the IRS and today, sweet relief!  Let's hope this is what is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Or, at the very least, the beginning of fixing our tax problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OOOOhhh, just remembered that it's Bachelor night...which means I'll watch it in a few days.  I'm a woman ... my mind drifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, where were we..ah yes, the IRS..one would think that since I worked there at one time that I'd have known better...but, I gave them the benefit of the doubt and see where it go me...absolutely nowhere!!  How does one agency lose so many pieces of paper?  I can't tell you how many times I've sent in what they've asked for and still...they don't have it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But, now.  Now it's all gonna be fixed...taken care of...Finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-977322953025381365?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/977322953025381365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=977322953025381365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/977322953025381365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/977322953025381365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-24-2011.html' title='January 24, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3665052171901044077</id><published>2011-01-23T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:37:45.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'>January 23, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3 Targets, 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;' and 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; still does not have everything she needs for next weeks performance at California Adventure.  Its such a pain to have to get everything but so rewarding watching our baby perform!  Thing is, I don't even get to watch her perform this time as I can't afford the ticket into California Adventure/Disneyland.  Pathetic isn't it?  My daughter's dance team is performing at California Adventure and she has to pay for the experience to do so. I'm fairly certain Walt would NOT approve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After driving all over three different cities we finally have all but one piece.  Need eyelashes but have the blush, lipstick and sticky boobs.  Yes, you read that correctly...sticky boobs!  Ah, to be a dancer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;By the time we got to the studio to clean today was 2:30.  Didn't get out of there until after 5:00!  Was a long, hard, tiring day.  On top of going all over town, I had a sinus headache that still hasn't gone away!  Gotta love allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, anybody with a dancer out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-3665052171901044077?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3665052171901044077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3665052171901044077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3665052171901044077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3665052171901044077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-23-2011.html' title='January 23, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8503098431895814810</id><published>2011-01-22T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:32:11.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'>January 22, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Another Saturday!  Love the weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Marcel took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; to dance practice.  Her first performance is next Sunday and I can't even go see her.  It's at Disneyland and they've decided that not only do we have to pay for her to perform, but we also had to pay for a ticket for her to stay at the park.  Wow, wait, they gave us a deal...instead of $99 it's $74.  Walt would be appalled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Did some more clean-up on the yard.  All the rain just wrecked havoc with the place.  The leaves back there are so wet that they have mold and mildew on them.  I kid you not.  Disgusting!  I've barely put a dent in the amount of leaves and weeds that need to be picked up.  I figure by the beginning of spring, I may be done...just in time for everything to become overgrown again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Weeks back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; the Bachelor to see what the hype was, so, after picking up Taylor and Katie from the movies, stopping at Wendy's and getting home, we decided to sit down and watch.  At first we were like, "I don't get it, what's the big deal?"  Then, about half way through, once the drama started between Melissa and Rachel, I think we finally got the intrigue.  By the end we were like, "Brad, you need to send them home!"  After two hours, of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; couldn't take it anymore and told me to call her at the end of the second show to see the final rose ceremony.  I had to give her a recap.  Michelle HAS to go.  Just saying.  The woman is just scary!  She's like stalker scary!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meghen's&lt;/span&gt; front runner is Emily.  I'm torn between Emily and Ashley.  Three shows and we're hooked!!  Now we get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow is Sunday which means studio time. Realization just hit today.  I have another four and half years of cleaning the studio.  That seems like such a long time!!  But, as any parent would, I am doing what I must for something my daughter loves!  She is so into dance that every song she hears on the radio, she decides if it would make a good song for a lyrical number, a tap number, whatever.  It's not about the music, it's about whether she could dance to it!  That's the mind of a true lover of dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The school year is going entirely too fast.  I'm losing my oldest baby too fast.  He takes the SAT in a few months...same time he turns 17.  By October/November he has to have college apps in.  By next year at this time, I'll be looking at a few more months before he possibly leaves us.  17 years has gone so fast!  Seems like yesterday he was my over-sized newborn and now, he's my handsome young man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Where does the time go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8503098431895814810?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8503098431895814810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8503098431895814810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8503098431895814810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8503098431895814810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-22-2011.html' title='January 22, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1797327895066800446</id><published>2011-01-21T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:52:55.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 21, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1797327895066800446?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1797327895066800446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1797327895066800446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1797327895066800446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1797327895066800446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-21-2011.html' title='January 21, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7513649374906576214</id><published>2011-01-20T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:17:05.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>January 20, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another productive day.  Yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we moved we told the landlord that we'd keep up the front yard...of course, with all the rain, that's been a tad impossible.  That and the huge maple tree in the front yard makes it impossible to NOT have leaves everywhere...and I mean EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been working on said leaves for days now.  I'm about halfway through the pile.  Which, by the way, is sopping wet underneath from all the rain we had a few weeks back!  Our neighbor came over and says that the street will be glad when it's finally done as he doesn't think it's been done for at least a season of three.  I tend to agree.  I know it's a large tree, however, there are at least a few years worth of leaves here.  And so, I shall rake and suck up the leaves until they are no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also cut the rose bush completely back as it IS winter.  Yeah, I know, I'm laughing too!  Also got rid of unwanted grass and weeds and tried to somewhat prune the lemon tree.  One would think that since we're in southern California that we'd have lemons!  We have A lemon.  It looks so sad just hanging there all by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came back in and washed the kitchen floor...AGAIN.  I've never seen a floor get as dirty as this one does.  I have to wash it at least every other day!  Vacuumed the floors and low and behold, what do I find? A leak of some kind coming from the bathroom and getting my bedroom floor wet behind the dresser.  I sat there for a moment and just smiled when I realized that WE RENT!  HaHa...doing the happy dance.  Will be calling the landlord tomorrow.  So, so far, in two months, that makes the closet doors that STILL need replacing (we have none), both toilets broken and now the leak.  Did I mention that mold is coming out of the bedroom window.  Noticed that today too which means I have to break out the mold remover come this weekend and somehow figure out how to clean the bay window seat cushion AND clean the entire window seat/window area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not quite sure just how the people lived here, but WOW...what a mess.  I guess they just didn't care.  I'm fairly certain the landlords didn't live that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any ideas for what cleans mold quickly and easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7513649374906576214?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7513649374906576214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7513649374906576214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7513649374906576214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7513649374906576214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-20-2011.html' title='January 20, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1431171115043724341</id><published>2011-01-19T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:27:18.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>January 19, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Worked today. Kinda boring. Scanned again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watched American Idol. Can't say I was impressed. I think I'm just completely over the whole thing.  First Paula left, which kinda bummed me out...now, with Simon gone...well...BORING!  Jennifer Lopez seems to be taking over the 'I'm so sweet' role.  Steven Tyler was okay.  He was mildly amusing.  As for Randy, well, I'm so over his 'Dawg' routine.  There were a few good singers but nobody that is standing out yet...I know, I know...season is still young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, as I said, not much going on...or went on today...so, I'm off early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anything exciting with you all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1431171115043724341?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1431171115043724341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1431171115043724341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1431171115043724341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1431171115043724341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-19-2011.html' title='January 19, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3128119347776867490</id><published>2011-01-18T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:16:11.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>January 18, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Insomnia is not my friend.  I never asked for him to come visiting.  I want him to go home.  He brings no value to my life.  As a matter of fact, he just makes my life worse.  For, you see, not many people do well without sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Insomnia came to visit sometime in the 80s, during the college years.  I noticed that around test time, he would come to bed with me and keep me up all night worrying about the next day's exam.  Sometimes he'd keep me up while worrying about my job.  Once kids came, he'd keep me up with visions of this or that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Took me a while to figure out what he wanted.  You see, Insomnia isn't happy until you figure it out.  What, you ask?  Insomnia waits for you to come up with a solution to whatever problem that is plaguing you at the time.  He'll stay around until you know the answer and then he'll slip away.  He never stays gone long.  There is always something that Insomnia is nosy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But.  What happens when Insomnia visits and you have no idea why.  He lays there with you, keeps you up yet never actually gets to the point of why he's there.  What happens then?  Well, unfortunately you still stay awake, you still look for answers, but you have no idea to what.  So, night after night he comes back.  Invading your time, invading your mind.  In this case, there are only two options.  Wait him out, or get so tired that he leaves because he can't rouse you...or, I suppose there could be a third option, get drunk enough to pass out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's always best to try to keep problems from following you to bed.  Insomnia doesn't like people that have it all figured out.  He preys on those that have minds that never sleep. *raising hand*.  Don't give him any leeway because he'll come right in, uninvited, sit himself down and abuse your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Is Insomnia your friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-3128119347776867490?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3128119347776867490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3128119347776867490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3128119347776867490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3128119347776867490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-18-2011.html' title='January 18, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8155493647365512755</id><published>2011-01-17T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:02:49.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>January 17, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dr. Martin Luther King Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A day off for banks, government offices, schools and some businesses.  My bosses worked but gave me the day off.  Well, truth be told, I asked if I could have it off as my husband and kids were home today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was lucky enough to do something today that I NEVER get to do.  Absolutely NOTHING!  I literally read all day long.  Started a book this morning, finished it early this evening.  That puts me at five books so far for the month and it's only the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  Did I mention that I read 55 books again last year for a total of 21,175 pages.  That's a lot of reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Off again tomorrow for my normal Tuesday.  I'm awaiting the IRS to complete the changes they made in December so that they can update the tax forms and I can begin working full time.  Without being able to do taxes, they don't need me full time! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll probably run errands...nail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. at 9:00, then to the mall to get my diamond's checked, then to Wet Seal to get the sensor on my daughter's shorts taken off.  Never beeped when we walked out.  After that I'll probably get home and call insurance companies to see if we can't get a better rate somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; isn't working right again. I can't see what anyone else is doing and now I can't even get to anybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; profile page. Makes for following what other's are doing difficult!  Sometimes I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; is more trouble than it's worth! And don't get me started on all the changes they constantly make!  Ah well...I guess I'm hooked anyway. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on Facebook? Reading? My otherwise boring schedule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/19133602-8155493647365512755?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8155493647365512755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8155493647365512755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8155493647365512755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8155493647365512755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-17-2011.html' title='January 17, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1196610310384485023</id><published>2011-01-16T11:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:48:03.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><title type='text'>January 16, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another busy day!  I'm really enjoying this new 'productivity' thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you know, or may not know, I spend part of my Sunday each week cleaning the dance studio where my daughter attends dance classes.  By myself it takes me about four to five hours; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; it usually takes us two and a half to three and a half hours.  Unfortunately today was a comedy of errors and it took us a little longer than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First we noticed something under the microwave so we had to move it and clean underneath it, which led to cleaning the inside where something had exploded.  I broke a candy jar and you know how glass is when it shatters.  Tiny pieces everywhere.  Then a few things fell off the wall, the vacuum stopped working, etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got home about 4:30.  On the way home I noticed how very dirty the inside, well, and truth be told, the outside of my car was, so, when I got home I cleaned the inside.  Got my leather/suede cleaner, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GreenWorks&lt;/span&gt; and my Windex, along with the vacuum and cleaned it better than I've done in well, probably years.  Before I knew it, it was dark.  I honestly have no idea what the windows look like as I did them in the dark!  I can't believe how very dirty leather gets!  Now my car smells like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;citrusy&lt;/span&gt; glass cleaner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Broke a few nails!  Good thing I'm getting a new set put on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Meghen has a fever of 101.  Good thing she doesn't have school tomorrow...thank you Martin Luther King Jr.  She rarely gets sick!  Here's hoping it's nothing major...I'm thinking a mere cold as Taylor had one last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm sitting here, watching the Golden Globes and doing one of the things I love to do...writing.  I think I deserve it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1196610310384485023?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1196610310384485023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1196610310384485023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1196610310384485023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1196610310384485023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-16-2011.html' title='January 16, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3924280724702483525</id><published>2011-01-16T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:29:16.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>January 15, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other night my husband made a comment that got me to thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What he said was, 'I'll never understand women and your need to categorize friendships.'  After getting his explanation as to what exactly he meant, I thought about it for a while and realized he's absolutely right...at least in my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To a man, a friend is either someone you'll see socially or not. End of discussion.  Friends are not labeled, nor are they categorized.  Either you go out, get a beer together or you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To a woman, at least some I've talked too about this (and myself), friends are put into categories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have acquaintances.  These are people that we know and run into from  time to time.  We keep the conversation light and airy and ask just the  lightest of personal questions.  For example, "How are the kids?" "How's  the new job?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have work friends; those that we'll go out with at lunch and might go to happy hour with.  We might touch on personal things here and there, but for the most part, it's an arms-length relationship.  Probably because of our need to keep our professional and personal lives separate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of us have online friends.  Those that we've met through social sites such as Myspace or Facebook or through a game site. Those are the ones we know via what they care to share online.  Some are more open than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have close friends.  These are the ones that we spend most of our time with. We know what's going on in each other's lives. We share friends and we share secrets, although not the secrets that we share with our next, and last, category...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our Besties or Best Friends.  These are the people that are like family. Those that know our deepest, darkest secrets and that, no matter what we do, still love us anyway and those that we love and cherish, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What kind of friend am I?  I can't answer that question because it's a different answer depending upon whom you ask.  But, I can tell you this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the kind of person who will do almost anything for a friend; short of breaking the law.  I will be here for you, anytime, night or day, to talk, to listen, or whatever else you may need me to do.  I will help you do things that others may not.  For instance, clean your bathrooms or pick weeds.  I will keep your secrets.  I will be, to you, whatever it is that you'd like me to be.  Just ask some of my friends the personal things I've done or offered to do for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What that means is...I will do my best to be there for you whenever I can. BUT, I am human. I will make mistakes. I will piss you off.  I will hurt you.  I may not always agree with you and I may not understand why you do what you do, say what you say or act the way you act.  I will forget dates that are important to you.  Hell, I'm lucky if I remember dates that are important to me!  I may talk about you to others.  Yes, I'll admit it. I'm not a saint and, like most women I know, I gossip.  BUT, that being said, your secrets are safe with me and I will never be mean spirited, nor will I say anything that I wouldn't, or haven't, said to you already.  I may forget to congratulate you. I may forget to thank you. I may forget to call when I said I would.  I may be so busy that I forget to call you for days, maybe even weeks on end.  You may invite me somewhere, to a party, out for lunch, whatever, and I may not want to go.  That doesn't mean I don't care about you and please don't take it personally.  I may just be tired, want to do something different, or simply may not want to go.  BUT, never, ever think that you are not in my mind, that I don't love you fiercely or that I'm angry with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You may not understand why I do the things I do.  You may wonder why I think the way I do.  You may look at me, from time to time, and think, "What the hell was she thinking?"  Again, let me say, I AM NOT PERFECT.  Nobody is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please try to remember this when dealing with your friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your friends will make mistakes. Your friends may anger you and even make you cry...BUT, a true friend will never do this on purpose and, sometimes, doesn't even realize that she's done something to hurt you.  You may have to tell her that you're angry with her or that she hurt you.  And one last thing, please remember, if she apologizes...please believe that she's being sincere.  A true friend will apologize and admit when she's wrong.  She may not agree with what she has done, but she will agree that she's hurt you and she will feel terrible for doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A true friend will move on.  Let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I ask you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What kind of friend are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-3924280724702483525?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3924280724702483525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3924280724702483525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3924280724702483525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3924280724702483525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-15-2011.html' title='January 15, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7154864637730289898</id><published>2011-01-16T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T13:02:53.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcel'/><title type='text'>January 14, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What better way to spend a Friday night then with perfect strangers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few days ago my friend Tiffany &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me asking what I thought about going out on the boat on the Lake and docking at Tortilla Flats for a few drinks, then back to her house.  I figured since it was turning out to be a beautiful southern California week that it might be fun.  So, out an e-mail went to all of the friends.  Unfortunately, because the e-mail didn't go out until Thursday night, there were no biters.  Okay, Plan B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The four of us went to Hooters to watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laker&lt;/span&gt; game.  Unfortunately we were there by 6:30 and the game didn't start until 7:30, so, by the time the game started we were almost done eating.  Done eating doesn't mean done drinking.  At about 9:00 we decided to go back to their place for more drinks.  On the way there, we received a call saying, "Change of plans, we're now going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daily's&lt;/span&gt; instead."  So off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Daily's&lt;/span&gt; we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We literally walk in the door, walk by this table of people and they yell out, "Hey, we know you!" pointing to Joe and Tiffany.  That was it, at their table we sat, never figuring out how they knew each other or if they knew each other.  Normally we wouldn't do something like this, but, it ended up being a rather pleasant evening.  The one gentleman was in the education profession working towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;superintendent&lt;/span&gt; for his school district.  His wife just quit her job as a campus supervisor at an area elementary school and is working at the placement agency that her friend, that was with them, works at.  Later on we also met a nice young gentleman in the marines that is soon heading to Afghanistan for his second bout of keeping America safe.  He originally served in Iraq and has the war wounds to prove it.  He showed us a large scar on his stomach where a bomb had blown shrapnel a little too close.  He's lucky to be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At about 11:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; we all traveled back to Tiff's for more drinks, however, by that time, we were all really tired and we didn't last there long.  The three never showed and the young marine came back with Marcel and I, therefore we had to take him home.  He, Joe and Marcel spent some time out in the garage talking while Tiff and I sat inside trying to drink this Cosmopolitan thing she made but was just too strong to even pretend to drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff didn't last long and before we knew it, she was sleeping on the sofa next to her son.  That was all I needed, off home we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I write this because it just proves that keeping one's options open can mean doing things that are surprisingly entertaining and quite possibly can lead to friendships you'd never have had otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To that young marine, I wish you much luck and happiness with your girlfriend and to the young, amazingly nice couple, I look forward to a friendship.  To the beautiful, intelligent woman with you, I look forward to another friendship and possibly a professional relationship. Names are being withheld to protect the innocent. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To you, my readers, I ask that you keep your minds open to new opportunities.  Make them happen and be willing to try new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you do that for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7154864637730289898?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7154864637730289898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7154864637730289898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7154864637730289898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7154864637730289898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-14-2011.html' title='January 14, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6270565547509740529</id><published>2011-01-13T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:17:06.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>January 13, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I asked my husband to give me a subject to write about tonight and smart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alec&lt;/span&gt; that he is, he says, "Write about balls".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, write about balls I will.  Thing is, he never said what type of balls...so here goes...pure nonsense about balls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Balls come in all shapes and sizes.  No, they do, really!  I mean, don't get me wrong, most are round, with a few million exceptions, but, for the most part, they are spherical!  Colors and sizes vary.  Some are harder than others and they usually work better when they are not soft, although some squishy balls are easier to handle.  Some people like touching balls, some do not, especially if they are dirty.  My brother washes his tiny, white balls every week.  My brother-in-law never washes his bigger balls, but he loves bouncing them.  Some people like putting needles into their balls, while others prefer to plump their balls in other ways.  Balls scare a lot of people.  I mean, who wants to see a ball flying at your face?  Just saying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, what did you say? I'm sick? I'm disgusting.  Why? What the hell are you people thinking?  I'm talking about balls, you know, basketballs, footballs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;golf balls&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the hell did you think I was talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6270565547509740529?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6270565547509740529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6270565547509740529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6270565547509740529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6270565547509740529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-13-2011.html' title='January 13, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-2428270605687573577</id><published>2011-01-12T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:28:59.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'>January 12, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, first off...I really despise the IRS and it pains me to say that because I used to work there.  It's just a classic case of one department not knowing what the other department is doing!  I've been trying for over six months now to work with them on a major issue and I'm getting nowhere.  Someone from there actually told me to go to Taxpayer's Advocacy Group, which I guess is the IRS boss.  It's pretty bad when one of your own talks smack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enough with the negativity...I feel it that it will all turn out okay in the end!  Justice will prevail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My daughter, although very much her mother's child, is not like me in one way...the girl does not like to shop.  She loves clothes. She loves shoes. But. She doesn't like to shop for them. She'd be quite happy having a personal shopper to get her whatever she needs.  So, imagine her shock when she won a $100 clothing spree at Target!  And guess what?  Mama couldn't come with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She actually did pretty well.  She got herself a pair of shoes, three t-shirts, three tank tops, a pair of leggings and a pair of jeans.  Now THAT, in itself, is a shocker as my daughter is not a jeans type of girl...hmmm, another major difference between her and me.  I live in jeans.  But, excuuuussse me, they are 'distressed' jeans...apparently a different species of denim.  Little did I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Off tomorrow. Could be my last day off in a while!  Not sure yet.  I know I have a hair appointment at 8:30 and lunch with Mitch at 11:30.  First the hair. It's grayer than usual this time. How did that happen? I can't get it colored more than every 6-7 weeks or else I'll be in the poor house! I've been there. It isn't fun folks!  I should probably have her cut it this time around.  It's been a few months since she trimmed it!  I guess I'll allow her to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lunch with Mitch. Going to Mimi's! Always a good time when we get together.  He is, besides my husband, my best male friend. Known him since high school!  I'm thinking salad!  Yummers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Laker game is somewhat exciting except for the fact they are NOT winning!  I swear to you, my stomach gets in knots just watching these games...as if my life somehow depended on them winning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone else out there like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-2428270605687573577?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/2428270605687573577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=2428270605687573577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2428270605687573577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2428270605687573577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-12-2011.html' title='January 12, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-4104418607133431210</id><published>2011-01-11T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:41:49.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>January 11, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I just don't understand the big deal about 1-11-11...I mean, it's interesting but, what am I missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, another very productive day.  I figure I better be as productive as possible around home because soon I'll be on my full-time work status and then home will suffer until the end of May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cleaned the front room today and rearranged a few things.  Sent the DirecTv boxes back.  Washed the foyer tile.  Stripped the hard wood floors of all dirt; still need to polish but I'm reluctant as I know I'll be the one to fall on my butt!  Started in the spare room but ended up getting a phone call and having to take Meghen to dance and then gave up because there is no light in the spare room.  Bummer.  Hung some frames.  Cleaned up the dining room table.  Paid some bills.  Went shopping for dinner supplies and made dinner.  Went and picked up Meghen from dance and now watching the Lakers creaming the Cavs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd say a job well done today...wouldn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-4104418607133431210?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/4104418607133431210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=4104418607133431210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4104418607133431210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4104418607133431210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-11-2011.html' title='January 11, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-4154250174805894151</id><published>2011-01-10T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:21:53.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>January 10, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is it that taking care of oneself is so expensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They, whoever they are, always tell you that fast food is expensive. Going out to eat is highway robbery.  Have THEY ever gone to Henry's to buy vitamins?  Have THEY ever shopped at Trader Joe's for fresh vegetables?  I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In trying to follow through with the taking better care of myself, I stopped at Henry's to get some vitamins.  I left with Vitamins, Omega 3's and Ginkgo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biloba&lt;/span&gt;.  Great, so I won't forget to take my vitamins and I'll have great skin!  Oh, and I'm $51 poorer.  And that was after a 25% discount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, let me see if I have this right ... if I want to take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; class I have to spend $10 per class.  If I want to work out at a gym I pay a monthly fee.  If I want to take Vitamins I give them my first born.  If I go to Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig I not only pay a monthly fee but I have to pay for food.  So, would somebody please tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How is taking care of yourself any cheaper than a big mac and fries at McDonald's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-4154250174805894151?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/4154250174805894151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=4154250174805894151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4154250174805894151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4154250174805894151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-10-2011.html' title='January 10, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8645251852628047990</id><published>2011-01-09T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:14:47.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><title type='text'>January 9, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since it was a slow day today, I thought I'd bring you my newest idea.  Well, it's kinda my idea, but based off of my friend Michele's monthly group gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few good friends and I rarely see each other throughout the year. Why? Well, you know how it is, schedules and such; one kid needs to be here, the other kid needs to be there, errands to run, families to attend to.  The few times we get together throughout the year we always say, "We need to do this more often".  Well, after years of this, I've had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm as busy as the next mom and I rarely have extra time to take time out to smell my own roses, BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I came up with something that works for the five of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every other month, starting in February, we will get together for a retro game night.  By retro I mean games such as Trivial Pursuit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pictionary&lt;/span&gt;, Life...games of that nature.  The person who is hosting for the evening not only gets to pick the game, but also gets to pick the theme of the evening.  I, of course, will be hosting the first one.  Not sure what my theme will be as of yet. Not sure what game I'll pick, but, I'm so excited about this idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see, the way I see it, and the others agreed, we can all find the time to meet 5 times in a year.  It's not as rigid as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; and it can be as casual or as refined as we want.  For instance, I could decide to make it an ugly pajama night or a 60's love fest...since it's February and all.  I can decide if I'm cooking dinner or if I'm going to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snicky&lt;/span&gt; snacks.  I can decide if I want yummy, tasty drinks, or if it's beer and wine.  It's all about me...and whatever strikes my fancy.  The neat thing is, that whatever we each decide to do, it's cool because we have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-conceived ideas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully before our first gathering we'll come up with a cute name and you all know that photos will be a huge part of whatever it is we do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so excited about this and so excited about the fabulous women that are joining me in this endeavor...Tiff, Carla, Janet and Lorri...I can't wait!  Okay, okay, so Tiff and I see a lot of each other, but, well, she was a part of the original idea and we love spending time together so it is what it i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What games can you come up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8645251852628047990?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8645251852628047990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8645251852628047990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8645251852628047990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8645251852628047990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-9-2011.html' title='January 9, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-4902841130820959776</id><published>2011-01-08T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:46:44.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stories'/><title type='text'>January 8, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet another productive day!  And I mean productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, or maybe you don't, we moved to a new place in November.  Unfortunately we had to downsize.  I don't know if you realize this or not, but, going from a house full of things for a 2100 sqft house down to a house that is only 1650 sqft is not easy!  What it means is that a lot of stuff stays in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've always been the type of people who park in the garage.  After all, that's what it's there for!  It's not for hoarding crap in...not really.  I know some think that way, but we do not so it's with great distress that we pull up in front of the garage on a daily basis and can't pull into it.  Why you may ask?  Hell, we can barely walk inside the garage let alone drive into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, although my plan was to clean the inside of the house, I got involved in trying to do something about the mess that is our garage.  I got sick of walking in just to trip over something.  If I were to try to explain what I accomplished it would mean nothing to you, especially if you saw the garage now.  It looks so much better than it did, but still nothing near ready for a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this story is so that I can give you a mental picture of me, by myself, cleaning the inside of the garage.  We have rafters.  Rafters hold a lot of things.  Of course, we need a ladder to get to the rafters.  Unfortunately the ladder only brought me to the front of the rafters which means I couldn't put the boxes where I wanted.  So, this almost 46 year old woman decided to climb into said rafters in order to get the job done.  It never occurred to me, until I was up there, that should something happen to me, I might not be found for hours!  Why? Because nobody knew where I was.  The funny thing is...I couldn't quite climb up to the rafters by just the ladder...I had to step onto a big wooden tool table, which, when I stepped on it, decided to sway back and forth and to and fro.  Needless to say, wasn't one of my brightest ideas, but hey, the garage looks a lot better, I think I've found everything I need in the house AND, we can now walk into the garage without killing ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story...if you decide to clean the garage, let someone know where you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your garage looking these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/19133602-4902841130820959776?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/4902841130820959776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=4902841130820959776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4902841130820959776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4902841130820959776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-8-2011.html' title='January 8, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3622084059192856342</id><published>2011-01-07T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:35:32.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>January 7, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My baby brother's birthday! Happy Birthday Mike.  Had to take a time out to say that folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So. What shall we discuss tonight? Pet peeves ... basketball related and in no particular order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  Announcers that say really stupid things.  Things that have absolutely NOTHING to do with basketball but they have to fill time so they come up with something so out there, you are left scratching your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Referees&lt;/span&gt; making really bad calls that appear to be a little one-sided.  Happens all the time and it's irritating.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Referees&lt;/span&gt; should NOT be able to decide the outcome of a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.  Players that let their mouth guards hang out of their mouths.  Do they realize how unsanitary this is?  It's got spit all hanging off it and they are allowing it to hang over the basketball floor.  It just disgusts me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.  People that hate on Kobe Bryant just because he's Kobe Bryant.  I mean, I hate on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LeBron&lt;/span&gt; James but at least I admit he's a good player...I just can't stand his attitude.  He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt; and nothing is EVER his fault.  Apparently when his team loses, it's always everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; fault.  It's okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LeBron&lt;/span&gt;...you can have a bad game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.  Umpteen car commercials during the games.  Come on guys, I love cars like the rest of you but not just men watch the games!  How about a tampon commercial or make-up.  It's rather sexist if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Laker&lt;/span&gt; Girl uniforms with huge logos on them.  I mean, it's okay to have sponsors advertise, but come on...must I know while watching them cheer that Carl's Jr. sponsors the team?  It's bad enough I have to watch the announcers area board flip around every two minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Players continuously trying to make three-point shots when it's just not happening for them.  Go to the basket people!  Going to the basket gets you closer and gives you a better chance for the three-point play due to fouls.  Just watch how Kobe does it!  Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The dudes working the sound booth playing Elton John's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocket Man&lt;/span&gt;.  What the heck does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocket Man&lt;/span&gt; have to do with basketball?  I know that at one time Karl Malone's nickname was the Rocket Man, but dudes, he hasn't been playing for a while now and he was only on the Lakers one year.  And, believe me, I don't want any reminders of the Utah Jazz while I'm watching my beloved Lakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Would someone please explain to me a loose ball foul? Every time I think I have it all figured out, when they call one, it isn't what I thought it was at all!  I think they make things up as they go along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/19133602-3622084059192856342?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3622084059192856342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3622084059192856342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3622084059192856342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3622084059192856342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-7-2011.html' title='January 7, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-783767887120191940</id><published>2011-01-06T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:40:04.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><title type='text'>January 6, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another very productive day!  First day off this week and I got up early and got going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First stop, Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Day Spa for a therapeutic massage.  I was so sore and my body just didn't want to participate this morning so I took my bosses' money and got a massage.  Now I'm still sore, but for entirely different reasons.  She used those thumbs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that I made a stop at the dry cleaners to pick up three pairs of pants.  One was a brand new pair I purchased months ago but have been too lazy to have hemmed or to hem myself!  I know. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next stop, Kohl's to return a bra I bought for my daughter. Darn thing broke after wearing it once so I took it back and got her a different one.  Looked for a few things and found a few inexpensive sweaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walmart saw me next, where I purchased dog food and various eye make-up pieces...looking for a new me I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Much to my surprise, once I got into the car I noticed I was almost on empty so to the gas station I went.  Not my most exciting stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My last stop was Ross, where I returned a pair of pants I'd gotten my husband for Christmas and got him a pair that actually fit.  Of course, I HAD to look for myself and found two very inexpensive tops.  Not sure if I'll keep them because I didn't try them on, but once I try them on we shall see if they have a place in my closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was planning on starting a Zumba class tonight but that was when I thought it was $5 per class...NOT...try $10 which I think is WAYYYYY too high!  Especially when other places offer it cheaper.  Just have to find said places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any ideas where I can find Zumba cheaper in the greater Orange County area??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-783767887120191940?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/783767887120191940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=783767887120191940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/783767887120191940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/783767887120191940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-6-2011.html' title='January 6, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3879243398221919794</id><published>2011-01-05T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:18:41.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>January 4, 2011 and January 5, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>January 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked all day today...yes, my day off.  Told you it was tax season!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side; more work, more money.  Gotta love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with my positive attitude of 2011, I won't go off on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incompetent&lt;/span&gt; Cox Communications is.  I won't tell you how since November when we moved in, they've been at the house four times now.  I won't tell you that each time they come out here that something else goes wrong because no one seems to understand what exactly it is that needs to be done!  I won't tell you that they've kept me on hold for hours, yes I said HOURS, and then told me that they couldn't get anyone out for two weeks even though they were the ones that messed up.  I won't tell you that this fourth time they call the house and because I didn't hear the phone, they decided to NOT show up!  I won't tell you that I called them to explain I really was home although I hadn't answered the phone and how they hung up on me...not once, but twice.  I won't tell you all that because I'm remaining positive and I'm certain there is a reasonable explanation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, while I'm being positive...answer me this; Is it proper to wear a pair of jeans and a satin blouse together with a pair of flip flops?  Cuz, if it's proper, I'll stop wondering, but if not, one HAS to wonder who, in her right mind, would wear that combination together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-3879243398221919794?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3879243398221919794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3879243398221919794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3879243398221919794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3879243398221919794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-4-2011-and-january-5-2011.html' title='January 4, 2011 and January 5, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6208003805967740309</id><published>2011-01-04T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:37:40.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>January 3, 2011 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's TAX SEASON folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spent last week at work getting out the 2010 organizers and as of today I've already gotten four calls to set appointments.  Being someone that always waits to file until April 15th, it's difficult for me to even comprehend wanting a tax appointment already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be working tomorrow to get appointment letters out!  Yay...extra moolah is always good!  And seeing as how we have to pay for Meghen to perform at California Adventure, timing couldn't be better!  Seems odd that Disneyland wants performers yet WE have to pay to perform there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continued on with the positivity and it's working like a charm.  Worked for six hours, then, after work got a few things done around the house, took Meghen to dance, went grocery shopping and came home to make dinner!  Chicken, corn and french fries...an odd combination I know, but that's what Taylor wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another full night of sleep! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How are you sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6208003805967740309?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6208003805967740309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6208003805967740309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6208003805967740309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6208003805967740309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-3-2011.html' title='January 3, 2011 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1098633470277620301</id><published>2011-01-03T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:00:46.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><title type='text'>January 2, 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In my quest to make good on 'the new me', I went crazy yesterday!  And by crazy, I mean crazy busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It had been two weeks since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; and I last graced the doorway of the dance studio.  Classes are canceled the two weeks of winter break, which means we don't have to clean for two weeks.  Unfortunately yesterday marked the end of our two weeks and so we trudged to the studio to clean our little hearts out...but, not before seeing a leaf mess in front of the house and getting out there and raking too many leaves to even begin to guess the number of.  We raked into three piles and decided to actually put in the greenery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receptacle&lt;/span&gt; once we returned home...little did we know it was going to start raining soon afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Took us some time to clean the studio as it wasn't in the same condition as when I last left it.  I'd already emptied all the trash cans and cleaned the mirrors in two of the three studios and lo and behold, trash cans were full and little tiny fingerprints migrated from one end of the mirrored wall to the other.  After about three hours we were done and started home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once there, the rain stopped so I ran out quickly to pick up the piles of leaves we'd left.  Have you ever tried to rake up wet leaves? NOT an easy task.  They stick to the rake, they stick to your fingers...not one of my brightest ideas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I came in with the idea to sit and relax but then I read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; status about cleaning up the Christmas decorations so I got to feeling guilty.  So, after going in the garage and lugging all the boxes in the house, I proceeded to not only put away the decorations but to go through them and try to thin them out!  I'm so proud of myself...I went from nine boxes down to seven!!  Threw away a lot of old things I'd purchased throughout the years that I know I certainly won't miss next year!  Put everything away, took the tree to the curb and THEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I decided to vacuum up the needles, move the furniture back in place and, for reasons unknown even to me, clean out the refrigerator of leftovers.  By that time Marcel was home from work and was looking at me as if I were a crazed woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because I'd worked so hard, he decided to make the dinner I had planned, even though he'd been working all day long.  Wasn't that sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All in all I'd say I had a very productive day!  Kept myself busy and got a little exercise in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How productive were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1098633470277620301?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1098633470277620301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1098633470277620301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1098633470277620301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1098633470277620301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-2-2011.html' title='January 2, 2011...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-4011374419133992605</id><published>2011-01-02T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:30:25.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>New Year...New Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never been a proponent for New Year's Resolutions.  I covered the fact that I'd made them by calling them New Year's Goals and then failing just as miserably each time one of them fell off the radar.  So, I've decided to take a new tactic this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought myself a book.  A journal per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;.  The first page was done two days before the new year.  On it I wrote all of the things I hoped to change or enhance in the coming year.  I tried to make the list one where I wouldn't set myself up for failure.  For instance, instead of writing...Lose Weight, I wrote, "Take better care of myself".  I figure that means, get some exercise, get more sleep, take better care of my skin and eat better by eating less fast food and drinking more water and less coke.  I know there are times I'll do well.  I also know there are times that I'll do poorly, however, with the way I've written it, if I take myself from 4 cokes per day down to 2, I'm succeeding. If I drink 3 glasses of water per day, or a glass of milk per day, I'm succeeding. If I start taking vitamins, I'm succeeding.  You catch my drift right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, it's not just about the body; it's about the mind as well.  Lately I've discovered that I forget an awful lot.  I forget things I've said in the past, I forget movies I've seen or books I've read and I forget why I walk into a room.  Enough of that!  I will now begin taking minerals that are good for the mind.  I've begun doing crosswords again to keep the mind sharp!  I read my normal 55 books again this year and I vow to keep up that pace!!  Reading works the mind.  T.V. wastes it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've also decided to try to let go of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pasts&lt;/span&gt; hurt and anger towards myself and others.  It's tearing me up inside; making me not sleep, making me even more angry.  It's just time to let it go; for me and my health and my family.  So, I began this year doing something I haven't done in years...I went to my in-laws house and had dinner.  I know you all probably think, 'big deal', but I haven't talked to them in a few years and we've NEVER gotten along, so for me, this is big!  And I have to say, I'm glad I did it.  There is a certain weight that has been lifted off my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also have vowed to get back to writing, thus a new beginning here and the new journal.  I've entitled the journal...everything 2011!  Leaves it open for me to put anything I want in there!!  This is one I'm most worried about as my time is so limited.  But, I've allowed writing to be let go and I love to write...I think I'm good at it...at least that's what I've been told...So, write I will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way I see things, I'm going on 46 years old and I still have plenty of time to develop that person that I actually LOVE, not like, but LOVE!  I want to LOVE me so that I can love others the same!  I need to love my strengths, my flaws, my mistakes, and the choices I'll make.  I have to practice tolerance and strength for my children.  I have to forgive.  I have to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've mended some fences in the past few days and it feels great.  It feels like I'm starting out the year right.  I've decided no more feeling sorry for myself.  I am making 2011 MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anybody care to join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19133602-4011374419133992605?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/4011374419133992605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=4011374419133992605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4011374419133992605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/4011374419133992605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-yearnew-beginnings.html' title='New Year...New Beginnings...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-73061950146115676</id><published>2010-12-29T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:27:14.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Probably my last entry of the year ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Good thing I made no promises as to when I'd be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I guess it's just another update...of course, I'm sure nobody, but nobody bothers reading this anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The van Doleweerd family seems to be ending the year on a high note.  Christmas was good.  Seems everyone was happy with their gifts.  We spent a quiet day at home, just the four of us. Marcel took the kids to his parents the night before and they all had a great time!  My brothers came by Christmas evening on their way home; just to say hello.  They didn't stay long as they had plans, but was nice to see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Marcel has gotten into the swing of working pretty much seven days per week.  I think his first entire day off from both jobs was Christmas and will soon be New Year's Day.  He's decided to keep the second job for a while in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, we can get caught up on some things we've been majorly behind on due to circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Meghen continues to do well in school.  We've had a few missteps, but all in all, her grades were great.  As we go into the new year she'll be really busy between dance team competitions, practices for the play and the beginnings of preparing for this summer's dance recital.  As Taylor winds down his 'busy' time, she's gearing up for hers.  Lets hope that grade momentum stays high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Taylor finished another year of band.  As usual, the school did well in competitions.  He was able to play at Anaheim Stadium as his school made CIF Finals.  Unfortunately though, they were beat up pretty badly that night!  Kinda sad. :(  Taylor will be taking the SAT in the next coming months as well as the AP tests for all classes he's in this year.  How that boy does it, I've no idea....and, add to it the fact that he's got a girlfriend and the boy HAS to be whipped most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tax season prep is upon us at work and I find myself sending out tax preparation paperwork, etc.  I never did get to take that class; unfortunately we missed the deadline for sign ups.  *sigh*  The good news is that I get all hours this year and won't have to share with anyone else...what that means is, I'll be working seven days a week from January through June; six days at the office and one day at the studio.  Add in there dance competition weekends away and whatever else comes along and it makes for one busy Jacquie.  So much for dance classes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;As we look to the new year, we can only hope that things keep getting better...not just for us but for all those that have been hit hard by this stupid economy.  I can't tell you how many people I know personally who have either lost their jobs or had to take a pay cut.  On a good note, my friend Misha found a new job just this week so her new year will start out right. Congrats my friend!  Nobody deserves it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Soon, I fear, my days on the computer will be fewer and farther between than they are even now.  Working seven days a week is not conducive to computer time.  Good thing I'm basically over my Facebook Fetish.  I go on there, but I'm not like I was in the beginning where I update at least 5 times per day and sit on their for hours!  I'm lucky if I spend an hour on their anymore and that's including playing the only game I still play...Frontierville.  I'm obsessed with my Frontier!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;To all of you, my friends, my few faithful readers and whomever else may be reading this...I wish for you much happiness and joy in the new year and I wish for you blessings galore.  Make it happen!  Don't wait for things to come to you...get it done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Love to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-73061950146115676?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/73061950146115676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=73061950146115676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/73061950146115676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/73061950146115676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/12/probably-my-last-entry-of-year.html' title='Probably my last entry of the year ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3158496070467012105</id><published>2010-10-15T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:59:44.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All rightie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, and foremost, my husband finally found a job! Yay us!  He's working for Bank of America now and is very glad that they hired him!!  The drive is kind of far but he doesn't seem to mind it as much as I do.  Sometimes I don't see him until 7:30ish at night...BUT, beats the alternative we've lived with for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghen - Starting out this school year very strong.  Last trimester of last year wasn't a great one for her but she's got a renewed vigor and is dedicated to getting good grades this trimester.  She made drama again, but only one play this year.  Looks like they'll be doing Beauty and the Beast.  Another doozie.  June's recital went well in dance and she's moved up in a few of her classes.  She also made dance team again this year.  She's one lean, mean dancin' machine that girl!  She turns 13 on Sunday...WOW does time fly or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor - This is a tough year for him.  He is taking AP Physics, Math SL IB, MUN IB, Spanish 3, Psychology, AP English of some sort, and Marching Band.  Although he took the PSAT last year and did excellently, he's taking it again tomorrow to try for some scholarships.  I guess the schools all pay attention to how well you do on the PSAT your Jr. Year.  Then, in December he takes the actual SAT.  He's taken two AP tests and aced both and this year he'll be taking the AP Math and AP Physics test.  That leaves AP Spanish next year...if he passes them all, he goes into college as a sophomore.  He's still not sure exactly what he wants to do, but he's thinking either Journalism, Law or Physics.  Schools he's considering; Stanford and Berkeley.  YIKES...he'd better get some darn good scholarships!!  We may take a trip up that way over spring break.  The big news is that he's now got himself a girlfriend.  I'm so happy yet so depressed.  He's my baby boy; he can't possibly be old enough for a girlfriend...but... he is!  She's a sweet girl, from what I can tell (Only met her the once) but I trust his judgment and know that he'd never pick someone that wasn't on the same path as he is!  He actually was quite cute and romantic when he asked her to be his girlfriend.  He made a crossword puzzle and circled certain letters in the answers.  Once the answers were completed, he had dashes down below and she had to fill in the blanks.  It spelled out ... Will you be my girlfriend.  So, she made a big posterboard that said, 'Taylor V, YES, Love Katie" and held it up while he was marching at the football game.  Ah, to be young again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for an update with me...well, not much has changed for me.  I am working MWF and trying to take an adult Hip Hop class on Monday evenings and an adult Tap class on Tuesday mornings. &lt;br /&gt;Tax season will be here before I know it and I'll start working more full-time hours for a while. My bosses are talking sending me to a tax course this year so that I can help out and actually prepare returns this year.  I've begun scrapping again, but mostly digitally.  It's not that I don't like traditional scrapbooking anymore, it's just that digital is so much easier and I love working with the program.  I'm going on a scrapbooking overnighter with a few friends at the end of the month...feels good to be creating again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off now. I am actually going out tonight, which is something I rarely do anymore.  I may even be going out tomorrow...two nights in a row.  We'll see.  If so, I'm sure photos will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that I'll be a little more on top of this blog thing, but I wouldn't want to give anybody false hope.  So, I'll bid you all a fond farewell and say I'll see ya around when I see ya!&lt;br /&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/19133602-3158496070467012105?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3158496070467012105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3158496070467012105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3158496070467012105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3158496070467012105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-rightie.html' title=''/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6316896190643680218</id><published>2010-10-09T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:14:13.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Updates are a comin'...</title><content type='html'>If anybody bothers to follow me anymore, just know that I've got updates, updates, updates...I just need the time to write them all down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a few weeks and perhaps I'll be able to update everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6316896190643680218?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6316896190643680218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6316896190643680218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6316896190643680218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6316896190643680218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/10/updates-are-comin.html' title='Updates are a comin&apos;...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-368810672046150395</id><published>2010-09-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:05:41.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend Fun ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a great weekend it's been so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had the rare opportunity to do most nothing.  I did chores here and there, but nothing major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a great day. Spent the first part of it with my hubby and the second part at a friend's house for an end of the summer fling.  Was a great time and was able to reacquaint myself with some people I've only been able to meet once or twice and get to know some that I've seen here and there.  Wanted to send a big thank you out to the entire Merk family for making my daughter and I feel so welcome and including us in your party.  Ping Pong was great, Karaoke was too although how I allowed Kimm to convince me to do this, I've no idea.  Wasn't too difficult either...must have been the numerous rum and cokes or maybe the shots of tequila...not sure which.  I think the coup de grace though was allowing the kids to make-up my face. Yes, there are photos, NO, I've no plan on sharing.  Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Monday, Labor Day has been spent just relaxing. Was planning on going to the beach, however hubby took the car and left me with no way to get around.  That's okay, kids don't have much energy either.  One more week of freedom and they return to school. Yay!  Oops, did I type that out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all been a great weekend and a great end to a somewhat quick summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-368810672046150395?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/368810672046150395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=368810672046150395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/368810672046150395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/368810672046150395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-weekend-fun.html' title='Labor Day Weekend Fun ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6505114590116853116</id><published>2010-08-19T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:27:22.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>School? Must be a mistake!</title><content type='html'>This is unreal. Absolutely unreal. We are at August 19th already. Some kids are starting back to school all over the United States; ours start back in a little under a month.  Starting really late this year instead of right after Labor Day; something along the line of furlough days for the teachers. Pity really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the summer go? It's not as if we were so busy that it flew by. I work three days a week, usually use one day for errands, which leaves one 'fun' day and that's not always fun. We've done San Diego one day, the Sawdust Festival, the Fair,a few SeaWorld days, a few pool days, two beach days and a few shopping days here and there and that's about it, yet summer is almost over.  Seems so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pick up registration packets and get the kidlets in school mode.  Yeah right! And pigs fly too!  I've already purchased back to school clothes for both, papers, pencils, notebooks, new back pack, and note cards...lots and lots of note cards.  Hair cuts happen shortly.  New shoes soon!  Dance starts up for Meghen soon and poor Taylor starts back to school next week for the dreaded 100 degree weather band camp!  This one time, in band camp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever remember summer being over quite so fast when I was a kid and I'm fairly certain I did a lot more to keep myself busy back then.  A lot more fun anyway.  Summers were spent roller skating and playing with neighborhood friends when I was elementary school age.  Was spent at the pool and with friends during intermediate school.  With high school came a job, time with friends and the beach.  College days, hmmm, those are a blur.  I think it was something like, go to classes early, get home, have enough time to change into work clothes, walk to work and put in an 8 hour night, go out with friends for a late night meal, come home, do homework, get about 2 hours of sleep and start all over again.  Ahhhh, the good old days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can impart any words of wisdom to anyone younger who may be reading this pathetic old woman's words....enjoy it while you can!  As you get older, time goes faster and things get more difficult.  Have fun as long as you can and don't worry about responsibility until you have to!  Live life to the fullest and cherish each and every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax has left the building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6505114590116853116?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6505114590116853116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6505114590116853116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6505114590116853116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6505114590116853116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-must-be-mistake.html' title='School? Must be a mistake!'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-5945291447293923501</id><published>2010-08-06T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:20:52.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Proposition 8 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'd have to be living on a different planet the past few years to not know what is going on in good old California.  Back a while ago, some not very intelligent person decided to write a measure and put it on the California ballot to not allow gays and lesbians to marry.  As you can probably tell, it caused quite the uproar.  Californians voted and it wasn't passed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for the fanatical religious groups.  Not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for the thousands of people who feel that everyone in the world deserves the same rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right.  The religious are against gays marrying because it's a sin in the eyes of the Lord.  But, it's not about the moral high ground here.  It's about the Constitutional rights of all citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm all for putting measures on a ballot and voting for them...as long as they are non-unconstitutional ones.  You see, Proposition 8 shouldn't have ever made it to the California ballots because it was unconstitutional from the get-go.  Read the Constitution that our Forefathers wrote.  Says that all people are allowed the same basic rights.  ALL people.  Nowhere does it say all people but gays and lesbians.  So, back to the issue at hand. If you're one that believes that gays and lesbians shouldn't marry because of the Biblical ramifications.  Put that aside for a minute and look at it from a logical standpoint.  Gays and Lesbians are people. They have rights.  They want the right to marry like everyone else.  If you can look at it from this standpoint, maybe you'd see why the judge decided to throw out Proposition 8.  He was looking at it from a purely Constitutional viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking you to change your views. I'm not asking for you to accept homosexuality. I'm asking you to be open minded and realize that the Constitution was written for a reason.  To give all people the same rights. Imagine how you'd feel if you were banned from doing something because you were heterosexual.  Ridiculous isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if the Christian Coalition said, we don't feel that gay and lesbians should be married in a church sanctioned by God, well then, they can say that.  They are reading and interpreting the Bible and saying the Bible says that homosexuality is a sin, therefore how can a church sanction this marriage. An entirely different issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe this? No. I do not. And I consider myself a Christian woman. I've read many papers on homosexuality. I've spoken to people that are homosexual. I've watched true television programs that deal with this issue...and nowhere have I read that homosexuality is a choice.  It's not a choice; it's a reality.  It's not a sickness.  It's in the genes.  Unfortunately we can't yet change those prior to birth.  "Oh, my baby has the homosexuality gene? Take it out please?"  How ridiculous does this sound? It's not a sickness people.  Talk to a homosexual, any one, and if he/she is a true homosexual, he/she will tell you that it wasn't a choice; he/she knew from a young age.  Then he/she will ask you, "Why would I make a choice in my life that is going to cause me sorrow, pain, grief and hatred?" The answer is "I wouldn't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the whole, thou shalt not judge. You are judging. I may not believe in homosexuality for myself. I may not believe that it isn't a sin in the eyes of God, but who am I to judge? Live and let live. Every single person in this world is going to die. Every single person in this world is going to meet his/her maker and it isn't up to me to tell anybody what our Maker will say. Why? Because I have no idea.  I wouldn't begin to guess what God will say when I face him myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In plain words. This isn't about sin. This is about the Constitutional rights of all people to have the same equality in the world.  ALL people.  It's that simple.  THAT is why the judge, the honest, hardworking, intelligent judge threw out Proposition 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can only hope that the higher judges have enough guts to do the same thing.  The Supreme Court. The Federal Court. But, as we know, morals will get in the way. Religion will take hold. People will be narrow-minded and believe that their views are the only views, thus the correct ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get flak for writing this? Absolutely. Do I care? No.  I don't care who agrees with me. It's only an opinion and I've been taught that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; opinion matters. Opinions are not fact and we are all entitled to our opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I stick with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&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/19133602-5945291447293923501?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/5945291447293923501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=5945291447293923501' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5945291447293923501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/5945291447293923501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/08/proposition-8.html' title='Proposition 8 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-619311986193394875</id><published>2010-07-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:13:34.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Time for a rant ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's sad when we judge people as if we've never done anything wrong ourselves.  And by people I mean stars.  Stars, Personalities, whatever you want to call them, are people too and should not be held in a higher standard than we hold ourselves.  Yes, they signed up to be on television, on the big screen or on a sports team, but I don't recall reading in any contract, 'I promise to be above mere mortals if and/or when I become famous. I will always act on my best behavior and NEVER say anything without thinking first'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When a PERSON decides to become a public figure, he/she isn't saying, "Please, invade my privacy, snap photos of my family and I for personal gain, feel that you can say what you want about me and I won't be hurt or watch me to make sure that I'm perfect".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Think people. Think about the last time you were so furious you couldn't see straight.  You were arguing with someone and you said something and right after the words left your mouth you thought, "Oh crap, I shouldn't have said that." But it was too late; the words had been said and you just knew that there was no way you could ever make it right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Case in point, Mel Gibson. YES, what he said was wrong. YES, he made threats that he shouldn't have made...or so it appears...but guess what people. We weren't there. We don't know what happened and we have a small part of a supposed tape and suddenly we are judging him, calling him a bigot and an abuser.  I've seen abuse. I've been abused. It's not pretty.  And, if the allegations against him are true, then I can only hope that he gets the help he needs, but let's not judge him without having all the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Remember when we did that with Kobe Bryant...hmmm, he was never convicted. She got her money and she disappeared. Seems suspect to me.  Or Michael Jackson, again, tried and hmmm, not guilty! Just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Or think about the time when you were so drunk or so high that you couldn't remember what happened the next day; what you had done or said.  Alcoholism is a disease.  I know. I was raised by an alcoholic and I've gone to counseling and I've gone to Al-aTeen and as much as I didn't want to believe it, it IS a disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Mel is an alcoholic. Admittedly.  Robert Downey, Jr. was on every drug known to mankind. He said and did some awful things...but have you noticed, that for the most part, he's been forgiven by US, the people.  Why? Because he's a likable guy. A great actor.  So, we make excuses for him.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Robert Downey, Jr. He is a great actor. I am so glad that he found his way back...but he's only HUMAN people. HUMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I'm not giving these stars an out. I'm not saying that they shouldn't act with dignity and respect. I'm just gently trying to remind you all that stars are people too and they make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;LeBron James...a man I've never been able to stand. He believes the hype about himself and he decides to leave Cleveland. If he would have gone quietly, he would still have been liked by many of his old fans. They would have said things like, "He just did what he had to for himself. He wanted more money, whatever". But, because he made a spectical of his decision, suddenly it's okay to heckle him at a friend's wedding, to bad mouth him because he made the decision as if it were a life and death event he HAD to share the way he did.  The only thing he's guilty of is believing all the hype about himself.  What he probably should have done is told the owners/managers of the Cavs first...in my opinion...THAT is where he went wrong. Any dignified person would have told the people that were there for him in the beginning before telling the entire world.  Personally, I will find it funny if they lose and he starts making more excuses....is it just me or did anyone else notice how the Cavs losing was everybody's fault but HIS.  Plain and simple, the man choked in the finals.  But I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;We can hate Mel. We can be pissed at LeBron, we can dislike Perez Hilton because he's gay or because he speaks the truth as he sees it, but I think we all need to take a look in the mirror before going off half-cocked about something we read, or see or hear.  I mention Perez Hilton because he's hated by many.  He says things about stars that they don't like. Last time I looked, we had the right to express ourselves in any way we wanted by that little thing called...FREEDOM of SPEECH.  Oh wait, people don't like him because he's gay. That's right. Like he has a choice people!  So, he's gay. Does that have anything to do with you? I'm heterosexual, I bet Perez hates me now!  Why must we label him. He's a person. With emotions and feelings...just like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I can go on and on naming personalities that we love to hate but what good would it do.  All I'm asking is that you think about yourself and 'problems' you've faced, before judging someone else.  Those on television, on a sports team, whatever are idolized because WE idolize them. When in reality, they are not idols, they are just doing a job.  Yes, some are jerks. Yes some believe their own hype..but they are PEOPLE too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-619311986193394875?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/619311986193394875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=619311986193394875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/619311986193394875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/619311986193394875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-for-rant.html' title='Time for a rant ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7343646675886476902</id><published>2010-06-21T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:40:56.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Boooorrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Update Alert...in other words, boring blog entry...meaning, I've got the urge to write with nothing to write about so I am just going to write whatever comes to mind...thus the boring part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakers won, of course! Did anyone doubt it? Hell ya they did.  Me too. I mean, how couldn't one? There were so many games that they should have won, but didn't. There were so many games they had a lead on and then let the lead go. Was I afraid they were not going to win the championship? Damn right I was! But, lucky for me, they didn't let me down and pulled it off! Buh bye Celtics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week marks the fourth anniversary of Meghen being in a dance recital.  You know what that means? Yep, a VERY busy weekend. Working the recital, watching my adorable daughter as she takes the stage and makes it hers and getting the chance to see family and friends!  Maybe this year I'll bring a camera along and actually take some photos of Meghen in her costumes.  One would think as much as I love to take photos that I'd have done this already, but nooooooo.  Never occurred to me to bring the camera into the backstage area while working there! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted the office this morning. Not sure what was worse, scanning or painting. I've scanned so many days in a row that the painting was a welcome break. I actually love painting..sick isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up dieting today...I was feeling entirely too weak so decided to do my own diet.  If it works, great...if not, well then I'm meant to be fat!  Fat and happy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it...I can't think of anything else much more boring so I'll give you all the well needed break and go to bed early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all!&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/19133602-7343646675886476902?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7343646675886476902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7343646675886476902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7343646675886476902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7343646675886476902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/06/boooorrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg.html' title='Boooorrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-3108457005066686247</id><published>2010-06-16T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:24:46.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>They DID!</title><content type='html'>...continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY WON!  Only one more to go.  If I thought yesterday was bad...just wait until tomorrow...Game 7...THE final game.  I can't stand this! It's terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go LAKERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-3108457005066686247?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/3108457005066686247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=3108457005066686247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3108457005066686247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/3108457005066686247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-did.html' title='They DID!'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6488540055787964253</id><published>2010-06-15T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:02:59.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Will they or won't they?</title><content type='html'>My stomach is in knots. My heart is fluttering. My hands and feet are sweaty.  One would think I'm awaiting a fate worse than death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see if the Lakers win Game 6.  I can't stand this. It's not right. They should be fighting for the BIG win, not to stay alive! My stomach shouldn't be in knots. I should be excited that they are winning. I AM excited that they are winning...but...I'm reluctant to call this a Laker ballgame because they are notorious for losing large leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that I am physically sick!  Something so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6488540055787964253?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6488540055787964253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6488540055787964253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6488540055787964253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6488540055787964253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/06/will-they-or-wont-they.html' title='Will they or won&apos;t they?'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8420851968690501666</id><published>2010-06-11T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:08:45.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Facebook...</title><content type='html'>Many people have condemned me for using Facebook.  I say these people have no idea what their are missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met so many neat people just by using applications on the site.  I have also met some very good friends...case in point, Jim and Darlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and I began chatting approximately two years ago.  If memory serves me right, we met on an application called Friendzi.  Could have been Social Me. Not sure. Doesn't matter.  Anyway, we began chatting and found out that we think very much the same.  He is an Aquarius. So am I. Basically we are the male/female version of the other.  Jim is from Canada. He and his wife come to the states quite a bit. On one such visit, my husband and I were actually able to meet them and spend some time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led us to a visit together in Vegas last June. Met for drinks and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this June, Marcel and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary and Darlene turned (?). Her wish was to come to California, Santa Monica to be exact, and celebrate.  With Santa Monica only being 70 miles to the north of us, of course Marcel and I made the car trip there to visit with Jim and Darlene.  We are so glad we did. We had dinner at a nice little restaurant named Ma'Kai, where the portions were small, but tasty. The drinks...at least my martini's were delicious and the scenery (at least for Darlene and I) was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime around midnight I guess, we walked down the promenade, found a small bar and had a few more drinks!  We laughed a lot. Marcel decided he wants to move to Canada and we found out, once again, that Jim loves shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, point is...we never would have met these wonderful neighbors to our north if I hadn't started using Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of you naysayers, just shut the hell up and all I'll say is...You don't know what you're missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TBMHkIs2LUI/AAAAAAAACgA/10TMyT2j_Ds/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TBMHkIs2LUI/AAAAAAAACgA/10TMyT2j_Ds/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481733488832294210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Handsome Husband and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TBMHkeTVHdI/AAAAAAAACgI/6tB8FOthdZU/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TBMHkeTVHdI/AAAAAAAACgI/6tB8FOthdZU/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481733494630850002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Fabulous Canadian Friends, Jim and Darlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TBMHk6DjmpI/AAAAAAAACgQ/qojFqBTmqGA/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TBMHk6DjmpI/AAAAAAAACgQ/qojFqBTmqGA/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481733502080883346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8420851968690501666?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8420851968690501666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8420851968690501666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8420851968690501666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8420851968690501666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/TBMHkIs2LUI/AAAAAAAACgA/10TMyT2j_Ds/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-2590634958141315137</id><published>2010-05-22T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:35:27.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'>I told you I scrapped ...</title><content type='html'>okay, okay, so I didn't exactly scrap THESE pages when I told you in an earlier post that I'd scrapped again, however, I did just scrap these.  Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to be scrapping again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jIVb-Aj1I/AAAAAAAACew/HT-Zd6vo7cA/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jIVb-Aj1I/AAAAAAAACew/HT-Zd6vo7cA/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474345617679486802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jIoIOoWUI/AAAAAAAACe4/nnAGSl0BEmM/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jIoIOoWUI/AAAAAAAACe4/nnAGSl0BEmM/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474345938798008642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful daughter awaiting the decision of the judges at her first Dance Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jLXFiY_OI/AAAAAAAACfw/z154C5T3wQc/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jLXFiY_OI/AAAAAAAACfw/z154C5T3wQc/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474348944552688866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jLXqPQGjI/AAAAAAAACf4/LGVj18QfGSo/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jLXqPQGjI/AAAAAAAACf4/LGVj18QfGSo/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474348954404526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls practicing while awaiting their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jKobn1CkI/AAAAAAAACfg/tzV0j9R1fgo/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jKobn1CkI/AAAAAAAACfg/tzV0j9R1fgo/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474348143027227202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jKo8KYMiI/AAAAAAAACfo/PkqVLHiZjbg/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jKo8KYMiI/AAAAAAAACfo/PkqVLHiZjbg/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474348151762072098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just keep waiting, waiting, waiting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jJ3oJW6mI/AAAAAAAACfQ/l2fqQRVHtHA/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jJ3oJW6mI/AAAAAAAACfQ/l2fqQRVHtHA/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474347304575494754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jJ4PvMm1I/AAAAAAAACfY/jcxe-R8lUuU/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jJ4PvMm1I/AAAAAAAACfY/jcxe-R8lUuU/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474347315203185490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and finally!  They perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jJYIRZTFI/AAAAAAAACfA/SODE-8pudo0/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jJYIRZTFI/AAAAAAAACfA/SODE-8pudo0/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474346763443326034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jJYrFpYTI/AAAAAAAACfI/8SsWwYFXL8o/s1600/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jJYrFpYTI/AAAAAAAACfI/8SsWwYFXL8o/s320/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474346772789289266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that they are done, it's just a waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-2590634958141315137?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/2590634958141315137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=2590634958141315137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2590634958141315137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/2590634958141315137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-told-you-i-scrapped.html' title='I told you I scrapped ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S_jIVb-Aj1I/AAAAAAAACew/HT-Zd6vo7cA/s72-c/Meghen%27s+Theater+Album+-+Page+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-326755250541834332</id><published>2010-05-08T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:53:22.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><title type='text'>42nd Street...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's so rare that I actually get to do an entry about my son, but tonight is one of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks now he's been staying after school for hours practicing for the school musical.  He decided to try out when he realized that it was considered a class plus an extra-curricular activity for college applications.  He tried out and made the orchestra playing tenor sax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was able to go see the play on it's closing night.  The play was fantastic and it was wonderful to see so many of the girls that I know from Center Stage Dance performing such fantastic tap dancing routines.  Center Stage would be the dance studio that Meghen takes lessons from...anyway...the play was great and during the entire performance, as the orchestra was playing, I heard my son playing sax...solo!  He sounded great! I am so so proud of him.  Afterward, many people came up and listened to the orchestra finish up the final song.  Was so neat to say, I have a son down there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned Taylor ahead of time that I'd take a few photos.  Still trying to get the hang of my new camera so some shots didn't turn out very well, but, since they are the only shots I have, they are going on here,on Facebook AND in the scrapbook also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job Taylor, you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM8xONh2I/AAAAAAAACeo/PSOn_tVUuqY/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM8xONh2I/AAAAAAAACeo/PSOn_tVUuqY/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469143404376852322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor during the final number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM7NdoYUI/AAAAAAAACeI/qqO4s8ALCWk/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM7NdoYUI/AAAAAAAACeI/qqO4s8ALCWk/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469143377597980994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last shot before the song ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM7lFiw1I/AAAAAAAACeQ/HaCQ6NgCVz8/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM7lFiw1I/AAAAAAAACeQ/HaCQ6NgCVz8/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469143383939400530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phew, finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM8GPSC5I/AAAAAAAACeY/qyLZtpmMWRI/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM8GPSC5I/AAAAAAAACeY/qyLZtpmMWRI/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469143392838618002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he a handsome boy!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM8QuaICI/AAAAAAAACeg/4WLti0tPurY/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM8QuaICI/AAAAAAAACeg/4WLti0tPurY/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469143395653525538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get so few pics of my two together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-326755250541834332?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/326755250541834332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=326755250541834332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/326755250541834332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/326755250541834332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/05/42nd-street.html' title='42nd Street...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S-ZM8xONh2I/AAAAAAAACeo/PSOn_tVUuqY/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7888962563340853552</id><published>2010-05-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:19:55.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>I scrapped ...</title><content type='html'>For those that know me, you know that scrapping, at one time, was my entire life...not so much lately.  In the past three years, I think I've scrapped maybe two times ... if you can call it that.  Finally figured out it's difficult to scrap when one is depressed.  Anytime I did pretend to scrap Misha was involved...she tried, she did, but it was basically a no go for me.  But, she kept trying...this time inviting me to Jenn's National Scrapbook Day celebration yesterday.  I reluctantly signed up figuring I'd get nothing accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was I wrong.  I picked something easy in order to try to get the juices flowing again and it worked.  I finished 40 pages!  Well, I should say I put together 40 pages sans photos...but, it worked just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was also able to meet Misha's good friend Kimm and Re-meet Cindy!  Had a great time with them both!  Well, I should say I had a great time with Misha too, but I ALWAYS have a great time when she's involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scrapped, we ate, we drank and we were all massaged...but, best of all, we spent quality time together doing something we all enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time and want to not only thank Misha, Cindy and Kimm for a great day, but also Jenn for putting together such a great event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I almost forgot, I won the grand prize just for being there...an awesome blue album cover that is entitled Beach Memories, some paper, stickers and a great Creative Memories cup, which my daughter took as soon as I walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad that I was able to hopefully restart that scrapping engine and get going again on my families memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my husband for driving me over and carting my crap in and out for me!  Love you Honey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7888962563340853552?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7888962563340853552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7888962563340853552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7888962563340853552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7888962563340853552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-scrapped.html' title='I scrapped ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7597755212823816013</id><published>2010-04-28T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:36:25.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'>Second showing ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZDzOu8NI/AAAAAAAACc4/qt0OrtVOF7c/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZDzOu8NI/AAAAAAAACc4/qt0OrtVOF7c/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427175873114322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was Meghen's final showing of her play ... The Saga of the Golden Horseshoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight went much better than last Thursday ... nobody forgot lines and the play came together beautifully.  A lot of things that were left hanging last week, made more sense this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pics of tonight's show and guests that showed.  Thank you to you all for supporting Meghen!  Was so good to see you all!  Meghen, my angel, you did fantastic. I am so so proud of you!  Can't wait to see your brother's hard work next week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZEHGx12I/AAAAAAAACdA/OG6Z_kQmSiQ/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZEHGx12I/AAAAAAAACdA/OG6Z_kQmSiQ/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427181208459106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Philly Parnsip, aka, Meghen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZEeF5pvI/AAAAAAAACdI/Hu5WWFpSW1s/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZEeF5pvI/AAAAAAAACdI/Hu5WWFpSW1s/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427187378792178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clem, Philly and the Sheriff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZEoH9vZI/AAAAAAAACdQ/n5whTZZQBRQ/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZEoH9vZI/AAAAAAAACdQ/n5whTZZQBRQ/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427190071803282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace &amp;amp; Meghen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZFE-RcrI/AAAAAAAACdY/xKLacFd_99M/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZFE-RcrI/AAAAAAAACdY/xKLacFd_99M/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427197815780018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allie &amp;amp; Meghen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZyATcxOI/AAAAAAAACdo/OEA0_NVjHDc/s1600/015.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/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZyATcxOI/AAAAAAAACdo/OEA0_NVjHDc/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427969656538338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meghen's favorite teacher EVER, Mrs. Yukech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZysHs_iI/AAAAAAAACdw/K9dmcfLRCt4/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZysHs_iI/AAAAAAAACdw/K9dmcfLRCt4/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427981418429986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lorri &amp;amp; Meghen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZzJ37ahI/AAAAAAAACd4/kvpgKrO2U60/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZzJ37ahI/AAAAAAAACd4/kvpgKrO2U60/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427989405329938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shannon, Nick &amp;amp; Meghen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZzXT-EGI/AAAAAAAACeA/zz8iGXR_jtI/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZzXT-EGI/AAAAAAAACeA/zz8iGXR_jtI/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465427993012605026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-7597755212823816013?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7597755212823816013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7597755212823816013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7597755212823816013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7597755212823816013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/04/second-showing.html' title='Second showing ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9kZDzOu8NI/AAAAAAAACc4/qt0OrtVOF7c/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7871370382372606505</id><published>2010-04-27T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:04:16.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghen'/><title type='text'>Let's catch up shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy Cow...what the heck happened? I promised myself I'd begin blogging daily again this year and I look and the last time I blogged was February 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  How cliche is it to say...time flies?  Let's do a fast Jacquie timeline shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remainder of February:  Absolutely nothing exciting. Continu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ed working at Toys R Us AND the accounting office AND the studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arch:  17-21 ... met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; friends in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Arizona for some R&amp;amp;R.   Met some great new friends a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nd had a good time  going to ... GASP ... baseball games!  DOUBLE GASP!  Spring training is  the only way to watch baseball, otherwise...it SUCKS! ... see pics  below... I was introduced to Spitz...dill pickle flavored.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt; they are  tasty!  For those of you that don't know what Spitz are ... they are  sunflower seeds.  They blow David's away!!!  Went to a cacti botanical  garden ... see pics below ... experienced m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y first  ... oh never mind, it's not important ... suffice it to say ... I  experienced things I've never experienced before AND GASP of all GASP  ... I learned to not only guzzle beer, but kinda almost like beer.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DUM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DUM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DUM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DUMMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6jXG9qSI/AAAAAAAACaQ/53i1tp21q-c/s1600/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6jXG9qSI/AAAAAAAACaQ/53i1tp21q-c/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465041789498796322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glass Cactus ... Isn't it gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6jzWU0jI/AAAAAAAACaY/O-KmAn770YU/s1600/100_5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6jzWU0jI/AAAAAAAACaY/O-KmAn770YU/s320/100_5286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465041797079421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone on the Cubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6k_lDjqI/AAAAAAAACaw/5_NNkh7dYas/s1600/DSCN0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6k_lDjqI/AAAAAAAACaw/5_NNkh7dYas/s320/DSCN0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465041817542299298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Part of that whole beer guzzling thing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6ki3aKpI/AAAAAAAACao/88anzLvjvUQ/s1600/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6ki3aKpI/AAAAAAAACao/88anzLvjvUQ/s320/DSCN0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465041809834650258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New friends Joanie and Dorene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6kHsr-MI/AAAAAAAACag/vG0rC8oxYlM/s1600/DSCN0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6kHsr-MI/AAAAAAAACag/vG0rC8oxYlM/s320/DSCN0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465041802541922498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part of that oh never mind, it's not important thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched my daughter in the premiere of her first play at  her Jr. High...she was in a showing of Pirates of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Penzance&lt;/span&gt;.  She  was great! She played one of the sisters that was not only rather  unintelligent, shall we say, but also had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tourette's&lt;/span&gt;  syndrome.  She had the entire audience cracking up with her tics and  mannerisms.  Way to go Megs!  ... see pics below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8HgkCleI/AAAAAAAACcQ/GmnUotetqug/s1600/Play+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8HgkCleI/AAAAAAAACcQ/GmnUotetqug/s320/Play+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043510023591394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meghen third from right ... ain't she just the cutest thing????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8HLL7UvI/AAAAAAAACcI/obeETg25UoU/s1600/Play+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8HLL7UvI/AAAAAAAACcI/obeETg25UoU/s320/Play+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043504285307634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cast of Pirates of Penance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also had the opportunity to attend my daughter's first ever dance competition in Long Beach.  Her team received a RUBY ranking ... which is kind of like a red ribbon.  The rankings go, Diamond, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire ... not bad for a first time ... Way to go Megs!  Way to go Silver Team ... see pics below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e7L0Y8WlI/AAAAAAAACbY/Kd57u8awMVs/s1600/Silver+Team+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e7L0Y8WlI/AAAAAAAACbY/Kd57u8awMVs/s320/Silver+Team+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465042484553603666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire Silver Team, including dance teachers Lauren and Kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e7LXg_CMI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Im3MHCiHuTA/s1600/Silver+Team+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e7LXg_CMI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Im3MHCiHuTA/s320/Silver+Team+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465042476802705602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e7LDtIswI/AAAAAAAACbI/QxX1pWdtEY4/s1600/Meghen+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e7LDtIswI/AAAAAAAACbI/QxX1pWdtEY4/s320/Meghen+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465042471484961538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely LOVE this pic of Meghen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, even better th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an that ... I found my happiness!  It's been right here the whole time...right under my nose ... just didn't realize it!  Now I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:  Very busy a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t work...what with tax season and all!  But, as busy as it was...I loved it all. I am one of the few people that actually loves her job.  I love what I do, I love my bosses, I love the people I work with.  Feels good to be out with people my age again, working, using my brain for something other than PTA and child stuff.  Don't get me wrong, I love my children, but I NEED that brain function!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took an unplanned, fast trip to Vegas with Marcel...my  happiness.  I know you've all been wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what's  going on, but well, no need to wonder...we are GREAT and had a  fantastic time. Went to a funnier than hell show where the comedian uses  the entire audience as his show ... couldn't really find anything to  rip me on ... surprise I know ... but he did say that I looked Italian  and he was definitely Italian with a name like Vinnie ... so, since I've  never really known what I am ... I've decided to embrace my new Italian  heritage.  ... see pics below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8jiI5DeI/AAAAAAAACcw/9o0BjwLDdFc/s1600/Umbrellas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8jiI5DeI/AAAAAAAACcw/9o0BjwLDdFc/s320/Umbrellas+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043991482928610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE this pic of umbrellas that were hanging in the shops at the Venetian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8jGDUz4I/AAAAAAAACco/c3nsojtRSyk/s1600/Marcel,+Me+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8jGDUz4I/AAAAAAAACco/c3nsojtRSyk/s320/Marcel,+Me+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043983943389058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self portrait at Margaritaville our first night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8ilN_JTI/AAAAAAAACcg/TPXdjFjd3Dw/s1600/Jacquie,+Marcel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8ilN_JTI/AAAAAAAACcg/TPXdjFjd3Dw/s320/Jacquie,+Marcel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043975129736498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel and I outside of the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meghen's school had a Renaissance Faire as a part of their history grade and I helped out.  Helped in the candle dipping booth.  Was great fun and Halloween came early! ... see pic below ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8Re3aihI/AAAAAAAACcY/A8GF_FRSK3M/s1600/Me,+Meghen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8Re3aihI/AAAAAAAACcY/A8GF_FRSK3M/s320/Me,+Meghen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043681366673938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as a peasant and Meghen as royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Meghen's&lt;/span&gt; second pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y  ... The Saga of the Golden Horseshoe ... she got a "lead" role ... the  heroine of the play.  It's an old-fashioned melodrama which means the  actors talk to the audience in asides and it's funny.  My ham of a  daughter ... well, let's just say it is a perfect role for her.   Tomorrow is her second and last showing ... break a leg Megs.  ALL of my  brothers attended the play ... was so neat to see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; all in the same place at the same time.  I think they really  enjoyed themselves.  ... see pics below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8GgND4TI/AAAAAAAACcA/vz-0eYmUc0A/s1600/Nick,+Thomas,+Meghen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8GgND4TI/AAAAAAAACcA/vz-0eYmUc0A/s320/Nick,+Thomas,+Meghen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043492747338034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meghen as our heroine .... Philly Parnsip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8F9VIPaI/AAAAAAAACbw/vO73pLgctso/s1600/Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8F9VIPaI/AAAAAAAACbw/vO73pLgctso/s320/Family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043483385937314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhat blurred shot of the fam...brother Rob, nephew Caleb, brother Mike with new girlfriend Julie, brother Pat and Megs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8GY7ONtI/AAAAAAAACb4/8HG1jRUPh-Q/s1600/Meghen,+Nick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e8GY7ONtI/AAAAAAAACb4/8HG1jRUPh-Q/s320/Meghen,+Nick.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465043490793469650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megs with her 'guy' friend, Nick. Shhhh, the like each other...Aren't they cute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor is playing the music for the high school drama, 42&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Street.  Can't wait to see that and see how he does.  He took the High School Equivalency test a few weeks ago to see if he's int&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elligent enough to graduate...like he won't pass THAT with flying colors AND he takes two AP tests in a few weeks ... English and History.  Why I was blessed with a child so intelligent is beyond me, but I love his viewpoint on things and I love that I have been blessed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt;  performed in our community Arts Festival this past weekend.  Was great  to get a sneak peek of all the dancers ... can't wait until June's dance  recital.  EVERYONE that knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Meghen&lt;/span&gt; is invited.  The chalk art was  fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e66y6u3oI/AAAAAAAACa4/1TG9a1KCFMk/s1600/Penguin+Chalk+Art.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e66y6u3oI/AAAAAAAACa4/1TG9a1KCFMk/s320/Penguin+Chalk+Art.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465042192100679298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chalk art ... isn't this fantastic??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e67RXrqyI/AAAAAAAACbA/PWEs57hgWKE/s1600/imabee+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e67RXrqyI/AAAAAAAACbA/PWEs57hgWKE/s320/imabee+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465042200275168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghen's Hip Hop dance class performing Ima be. Megs is second from left in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a another trip to Sea World ... one of our last in a while.  Our passes are up next month ... we may be able to squeeze one more trip in ... we'll see.  Was able to add another glass figurine to my marine collection ... a turtle ... which now has a special meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move into May I'm excited to be able to scrap again ... I hope to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mojo&lt;/span&gt; back ... and to spend some time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; who I thank God that I have in my life each and every day!  Hopefully May slows down a bit before June when school is out, the dance recital is on and I take another trip to Vegas with Marcel, Michele and Steve ... can't wait!!  Hopefully we will have some great memories to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and incidentally ... by this time I figured that seeing pics below is just a way of saying ... see pics which actually won't be below ... following me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to be gone so long this time.  Make tomorrow and EVERYDAY a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.&lt;br /&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/19133602-7871370382372606505?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7871370382372606505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7871370382372606505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7871370382372606505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7871370382372606505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-catch-up-shall-we.html' title='Let&apos;s catch up shall we?'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S9e6jXG9qSI/AAAAAAAACaQ/53i1tp21q-c/s72-c/DSCN0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-625413568981865461</id><published>2010-02-13T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:09:02.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Blah, blah, blah...</title><content type='html'>Wow, there are first times for everything I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Valentine's Day alone in a very long time.  And, I have to work to boot!  *sigh*  Ah well, it is what I wanted. It is what I asked for. Just didn't think it would be this difficult.  Hopefully next year will be my year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday was fun.  Spent it at Flamingos, yeah Taco Tuesday, with Kelly, Susan, Misha, Mitch, Monika, Marcel, Tiffany, Jill and my brother Rob.  Was fun.  Misha and I went out afterwards and had a great time!!!  If one has to get old, I guess that's the way to do it, with friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work I go.  Three nights in a row closing...sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-625413568981865461?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/625413568981865461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=625413568981865461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/625413568981865461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/625413568981865461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, blah, blah...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-7502184736538026367</id><published>2010-02-05T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:21:10.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>What to do???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm, what to do, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night. Kids are with their dad. I'm all alone.  Wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I watch television...THERE is a Laker game on.&lt;br /&gt;Do I watch a girly movie...Clueless or Never Been Kissed is calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;Do I read...half-way through a good book.&lt;br /&gt;Do I take a bath...kinda cold when I get out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm new to this being alone every other weekend.  Guess I'll have to get used to it or do something about it.  What to do?  What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make tomorrow  a great day!&lt;br /&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/19133602-7502184736538026367?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/7502184736538026367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=7502184736538026367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7502184736538026367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/7502184736538026367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-to-do.html' title='What to do???'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8502720502156052490</id><published>2010-02-02T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:38:09.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Sometimes ...</title><content type='html'>.... you just feel blue.  Sometimes you just feel terribly small.  Sometimes you just feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8502720502156052490?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8502720502156052490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8502720502156052490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8502720502156052490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8502720502156052490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1515631637229031209</id><published>2010-02-01T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:10:46.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it that a few rotten eggs have to spoil the entire batch?  Why is it that people just can't be nice.  Why is it that mean, vile women have to give us that are nice and sweet a bad name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go into the entire story, however a very Dear friend of mine was deeply hurt by the actions of a few women.  Women that didn't even know him.  Women that think it's fun to bad mouth and give a bad name to a man that is one of the sweetest, dearest, most humble men I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any good friend, I gave one of the 'leaders' of the bunch a piece of my mind.  I don't do well when my friends are hurt.  I don't do well when someone I care about is attacked.  My talons came out and I let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get so angry when women give other women a bad name by their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assinine&lt;/span&gt; actions.  I hate stupidity and what these women did was just plain stupid!  No excuse.  No reason to be vindictive, just decided that it was a good idea to hurt someone.  Not that there is any reason to be vindictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is a warning...All women who decide to attack one of my own, watch out!  I WILL defend my friends.  I WILL step in when someone I know is being attacked.  I WILL step in when you hurt someone I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitches be warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make tomorrow a great day!&lt;br /&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/19133602-1515631637229031209?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1515631637229031209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1515631637229031209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1515631637229031209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1515631637229031209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-1544766061000798296</id><published>2010-01-28T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:21:18.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELE ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow is a very special day...More than a special day really ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the most special days of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the birthday of my very good friend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele, aka, Misha, aka Meesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele has been my rock this past year.  She's been there for me when things were good; she's been there for me when things were bad; she's been my traveling companion,  my confidante, my friend and like a sister to me.  I can honestly say that I wouldn't have made it through the past year without her!  She knows all my secrets, my atrocities, my good points, my bad and yet she still loves me for the person I am!  Everybody in life should have one person that knows you, knows what you stand for, what you believe in, what you're all about and that person for me is Michele.  I don't have to say anything to her, she knows.  She just plain knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven years ago she walked into my life and I've been a better person for it.  I believe, as does she, that everything happens for a reason; I believe that I met her because I wouldn't have been able to make it through this past year without her steady guidance and incredible love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we enter, what is to be January 29th, 2010, I want to say Happy Birthday my Dear Dear Friend.  I hope you have a wonderful day, a wonderful year and I want you to know how very important you are to me and how very much I love and adore you as a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make tomorrow a Fabulous day, my friend, because YOU...YOU are the most fabulous of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S2JTcUfAUWI/AAAAAAAACaI/5EHNlDq-VQA/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S2JTcUfAUWI/AAAAAAAACaI/5EHNlDq-VQA/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431995846562435426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-1544766061000798296?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/1544766061000798296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=1544766061000798296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1544766061000798296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/1544766061000798296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow-is-very-special-day.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELE ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/S2JTcUfAUWI/AAAAAAAACaI/5EHNlDq-VQA/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-6944599220162179209</id><published>2010-01-25T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:30:02.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Provoking'/><title type='text'>Day 11 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Wow.  What happened?  I'll tell you what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew!  Flew right on by and before I knew it, I hadn't blogged again in two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's going on with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three jobs.  I work Monday through Wednesday at an accounting firm (Thank you Margie).  I'm available to work Thursday through Sunday at Toys R Us and I work at the studio on Sunday and one other day during the week.  A woman does what a woman has to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my off hours I am busy playing mom taxi, helping a friend get settled into a new place, helping another friend with life and trying to figure out what's best for my life!  My kids are, and always have been, my top priority.  I'd do anything for those two wonderful human beings.   I think they know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last year trying to find myself.  Trying to get the Jacquie back that I know is in there somewhere.  I have found that since having a job again that part of me seems to be back!  I feel important again.  I feel useful.  I feel alive for the first time in years!  I feel strong.  Is life perfect?  Absolutely not, but I feel good.  I feel like I'm headed in the right direction!  I feel like I could finally be on the road to happiness.  Just have many decisions to make but I'm working on them.  All good things take time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I go on...life goes on and I plod through finding time to relax and enjoy whenever I can!  Isn't that what life is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-6944599220162179209?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/6944599220162179209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=6944599220162179209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6944599220162179209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/6944599220162179209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-11.html' title='Day 11 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19133602.post-8401489500384530662</id><published>2010-01-13T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:14:49.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Day 10 ...</title><content type='html'>How did I manage to miss a day?  An entire day!  Oh yeah, that's right...I was cleaning!  That thing I love to do...NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually yesterday was spent with my Misha.  We took our kids to school and met up for some coffee and hot chocolate down at the beach.  It was a beautiful morning.  We ended up staying there for about three hours!  Neither one of us wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the beach and headed over to the DMV, which wasn't at all productive.  Due to the line we didn't even bother getting out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back at my house, we sat outside just chatting.  It was a beautiful Southern California day.  Little did we know that we'd have rain all day today! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up the kids I started the dreaded housecleaning!  Surprise of all surprises, my son cleaned the bathroom!  He swore up and down he was NOT going to clean a toilet!  But he did, and guess what, he's still alive!  Fancy that!  It's funny, my son always thinks that someone is coming over and that's why we're cleaning.  Can't a person clean just to be clean?  I mean Really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make tomorrow a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19133602-8401489500384530662?l=skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/feeds/8401489500384530662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19133602&amp;postID=8401489500384530662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8401489500384530662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19133602/posts/default/8401489500384530662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skrpndivassnippets.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-10.html' title='Day 10 ...'/><author><name>jvd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06841160873319019936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MH-GlAz-5uA/SWFyMv8S6II/AAAAAAAACVU/mhm1g7LP18w/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
