<?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-25001171</id><updated>2011-09-30T06:33:13.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bored_in_kansas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116645280727090149</id><published>2006-12-18T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:40:07.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memory Post</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me know that I don't blog here anymore, but for some odd reason my other blog site is not allowing me to do somethings and I'm getting really fed up with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight after 6pm Central time I will have my "Christmas Memory Post" up.  December is a very special month for me.  Last weekend Marked the 25 year that my mom and dad decided they were going to adopt me :) This past weekend (16-17) marked 25 years of me being with my family.  I had my very first christmas EVER on December 24, 1981.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be what I'll post about :)....PLEASE COME BACK AND CHECK IT OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116645280727090149?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116645280727090149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116645280727090149' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116645280727090149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116645280727090149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-memory-post.html' title='Christmas Memory Post'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116223158113342427</id><published>2006-10-30T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:06:21.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved</title><content type='html'>Well I moved over to Wordpress, you can now read my blog there, here is the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterflychic26.wordpress.com/"&gt;My blog at Wordpress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I'm gonna delete this whole thing, but right now I'm trying to figure out how the heck to put all of my blogger friends as Daily Reads on my wordpress...geesh am I blonde or what?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116223158113342427?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116223158113342427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116223158113342427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116223158113342427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116223158113342427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116222683990212678</id><published>2006-10-30T10:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:47:19.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello it's MONDAY</title><content type='html'>Yippe freaking skippy, it's Monday!  I'm here at work, barely working, okay okay, not working at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth is once again infected, fun shtuff (i misspelt that on purpose).  I get it pulled next tuesday, yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I flipped between A Haunted on discover channel and Th Scariest Places on Earth on Family Channel :)  It was purdy cool.  Watched home alone 2 times yesterday, I was a bit bored you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really to report, I will however be making the transition over to wordpress i'm following Barngoddess' lead, blogger is just sucking majorly these days, and it's getting on my nerves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116222683990212678?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116222683990212678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116222683990212678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116222683990212678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116222683990212678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-its-monday.html' title='Hello it&apos;s MONDAY'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116208438861413518</id><published>2006-10-28T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:02:25.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my recliner today and I rubbed my nose, and something fell off it, and then puss came out of the end of my nose.  GOOD GAWD NOT AGAIN!  I wonder if this is not a staff infection instead of a bite, where the hell did i get a staff infection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt like the one back in May did, course it is also just starting out the EXACT same way as that bite did in May.  That didn't hurt until later about 3 days after I found it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some meds that I'm taking for my never ending toothache (yes, still have that) so hopefully it will clear this up as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of what it looks like tonight, this is what it looked like in the beginning the last time you may not be able to tell anything is different about my nose in the pics, but, I can tell you this that my nose is swollen, and I look like rudolph the read nose pumpkin (since it's halloween and all :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in hopes that this doesn't make my whole face swell like it did the last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/bite2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/bite.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this over off my girls Barngoddess site. It's my sign candy (for the holidays)&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing like me I do not collect Pez Dispensers nor do I like Moundsy, ICK.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius Candy (Nov. 22 to Dec. 21)&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius isn't the most materialistic sign in the world, but there are some things that these folks do collect. One of them is Pez dispensers. (These justice-lovers have a special fondness for the ones depicting superheroes.) Archers always dream of visiting distant lands, which is probably why they enjoy Mounds bars … nothing evokes swaying palm trees than that delicious coconut taste! Naturally, these jokesters adore Chuckles, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116208438861413518?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116208438861413518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116208438861413518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116208438861413518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116208438861413518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-again.html' title='Not again...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116186885393456762</id><published>2006-10-26T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:24:24.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo shoot</title><content type='html'>I had a photo shoot with the dogs last night, I dabbled a little bit with the black and white feature on my camera.  I've even turned in 1 picture into 2 different photo contests.  I love black and white pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/both1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/jade1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/jade2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/jade3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/jade4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/katie1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/katie2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the one I entered into the contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/katie3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/katie4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/katie5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116186885393456762?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116186885393456762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116186885393456762' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116186885393456762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116186885393456762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-shoot.html' title='A photo shoot'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116180989628791472</id><published>2006-10-25T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:01:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bubba" and other True stories</title><content type='html'>Okay, well Barngoddess has got me in the mood to talk about ghosts and hauntings, plus this is the time of year for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ghost, whom I have named "Bubba".  Now I don't know if he is a male or a female spirit, but I Thought "Bubba" fit this entity just fine (is that the correct word? pfft I don't know).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first realized I had a ghost about 2 months after I moved into the apartment.  Now, I don't know if the other tenants ever had a problem (my ex boyfriend and his wife) with "Bubba", but to me at first he was a nucience (sp?).  Right before I went to sleep ever night I would feel my bed jar from the foot board.  It jerked me awake every night.  I got pissed one night and just yelled "WOULD YOU FREAKING QUIT!" Well since then it has not happened, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would disappear for days, the reappear no where in the vacinity that I left them.  It was strange.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times I have heard someone say my name, it's usually really late at night, and NO I wasn't asleep, normally watching tv or reading a book.  It was a soft voice, not scary.  A couple of times I answered to it, nimwhit, like "Bubba" would actually strike up a conversation. I don't know what I was thinking.  One night I heard something crash it made an awful noise, I thought something fell and broke.  I got out of the bed and started searching the house, nothing, found absolutely nothing on the floor anywhere.  I just laughed and said "Bubba, are you fooling with me again?" and went back to bed.  I think he/she likes when I talk to him/her.  I have NEVER felt like i was in the presence of an evil being, it's always a nice feeling, kinda of a warm feeling, like maybe this spirit was an elderly person or even a child (discussed later in this post) that just doesn't know that they are dead, I have not had the heart to tell him/her to go to the other side, I kinda like him/her there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started dating James, "Bubba" acted up alot.  Never when James was around, he doesn't believe I have a ghost/spirit.  But whenever James would leave things started happening.  Books a whole row of them falling off the book shelf, Bread being moved from counter to floor, doors shutting by themselves, and the dogs would run in the kitchen and bark their heads off for no reason.  I sat down one night in the middle of my living room floor with all the lights off and had a discussion with "Bubba", it went like this.  "Bubba, I do not know why you are upset that I have a boyfriend, he is not going to hurt me or you, infact he doesn't believe you exist.  I would greatly appreciate if you would not throw books off shelves or put my expensive (sarah lee) bread on the floor.  Now I'm going to bed, you be good".  Well the bread has never hit the floor again, but it hides from me every now and then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I had just gotten all my dr suess books from when I was a child onto the shelf. I was on the phone and all the dr. suess books fell off the shelf, just them, no others and "Green eggs and ham" was on the floor opened, I went to pick them up and the page turned all by itself. K, that freaked me out.  I mean who ever REALL expeirences a page turning by itself?  The ceiling fan was on but on low, and it was winter so the windows were shut, the only draft that comes through is through the air conditioner unit, but never strong enough to turn a page in a book.  I jumped back, and a little scream escaped my throat, then the dogs started running around barking and carring on.  I picked up the books and put them back on the shelf, and went on with my business, a few seconds later I heard a "THUMP" and went back into the living room to see the SAME book on the floor opened up to the same page, I was okay, obviously SOME one wanted to read this book.  So I gathered the book up and sat on the couch and read "Green Eggs and Ham" outloud feeling like a complete idiot.  When I was done I put it back on the shelf and went on my way.  I was cleaning the bathroom and I heard another thumb, I sighed, went back into the living room and another Dr. Suess book was on the floor opened, I ended up reading that book also, and I said after that book "No more I have things I need to do". No more books fell for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard much of "Bubba" lately, but last night he/she let themselves be known something in my walk in closet fell from the top shelf to the floor.  It could not of fallen by itself, it was way back in the corner, and something was in front of it, it was a porcelian doll still in it's box, she did not break, I put her back up on the shelf.  I kinda get a feeling that this is a kid i'm dealing with or some immature spirit. LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER GHOST STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in Wilson Hall while tending Northeastern State Univeristy In Oklahoma, in Tahlequah.  THis was an Indian college and when it first started it was a womens college and alot of Native Americans attended it(i think at first it was purely a Native American college, but I could be wrong, laura if you still read this tell me if i'm wrong).   It is a very old college campus, and there have been stories lurking around for years that there are hauntings in some of the buildings, in our dorm it was the Head Mistress (i think) whose name was Flo.  They named the Cafe "Flos" in our dorm.  People would say they saw an older woman lurking the halls checking on her "students" she would be upset if a girl and a boy were in the same room at night alone together.  I lived in a co-ed dorm, my neighbors were boys.  I never thought much of Flo, until one day I was in my dorm room, by myself and my glue stick took a flying leap off my desk and on the floor.  I looked around and I didn't see anything, I picked up the glue stick and put it back on my desk.  I went to the bathroom then and came back and it was back on the floor, but on the other side of the room.  Okay, I was a little freaked out.  I told laura about this and she was a little freaked out.  I was sleeping one night, Laura had gone home for the weekend, this would be the one weekend I DID NOT GO HOME, and even though I always locked our door when I went to sleep the door kept creeping open, I doubled checked to make sure that the locked actually worked, it did, i couldn't understand why it kept opening.  Then I heard a knock on the door (i think laura was there but I'm not for sure) but there were no shadows of feet from the hall way, course I never answered it I was to scared!!!  This was a time where I didn't feel all that great with this spirit lurking around, it felt like she was mad at me for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been rumors that Laura's mom and stepdads house was haunted by a woman figure a young woman figure.  Their house is a Victorian style home, and was once back when it was built was a doctors office, and it was said that a young girl died there, either from cancer or from birth, the story has never been TOO clear as to what it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous tenants of the home stated that they would see a girl standing on the second landing of the stairs.  Or the piano playing and everyone was a sleep.  Her step father stated that he's seen her 2 times, and they've heard the balls breaking on the pool table and everyone was asleep or the piano was playing by it self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Laura, my cousin C, and myself were fooling around on the Ouji board, and we made contact (however i do not really believe in the Ouji board) with this ghost.  She stated that she was next to the door, we were in the dark and we were scared poopless.  I said yeah right, and then my chair started moving back in forth (i was in a swivle desk chair) and my feet were flat on the floor.  Laura and C thought that I was faking but then they could see my face in the moonlight and KNOW that I was not fooling with them, "No, guys, I am not doing this." then the curtains over the door moved like someone was standing behind them, it was freaky.  I said "oh alright I don't believe this" and turned on the ceiling light.  And loudly I said "if you are really here I want you to move this piece of chalk (billards chalk)." we all looked at it and it didn't move.  I said "Fine whatever" and we went back to the ouji board, and i asked "can you move the chalk" and it said 'yes' and I said 'fine prove it' and it said 'hand' and i was like WTF? Then I realized she wanted it in someones hand, why I have no idea.  So i got back up and C turned on the light and I put the chalk in my hand, my hand was out flat.  I said "go head move it" and it took a flying leap out of my hand, and NO i didn't do it, my hand never moved from the position that it was first in, both Laura and C saw it, and they were totally freaked.  I felt this cold air on my hand before the chalk moved.  Needless to say that i never doubted that she was there, i can't remmber her darn name, she had told me once at another friends house when i made contact with her before on the ouji board before this night.  She stated taht in my past life (which I don't believe in) I was friends with her and Laura, and we had 2 little chidlren who were friends.  She told me her name, Laura, if you read this let me know what her name was I started with a J or an R but i can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER STORY THIS NOT SO MUCH A GHOST STORY BUT IT WAS FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 13 and I was a really religous thirteen year old.  My friends and I went inside this abandoned work site and went into the basement and we saw all these devil worshiping things spray painted on the walls.  Even entering the building freaked me out I felt this dark presence just when I entered the door, I didn't want to go in, but I went not look like i was a wimp.  When we went down to the basement it smelt so bad, like rotting flesh, my heart started pounding, I started sweating, and I couldn't breath.  I ran up the stairs and waited for the others to come outside.  They explored more than I had thought they would, it was 2 girls and 3 boys besides myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to watch scary movies at this age because they REALLY scared me, so this in itself was tramatizing.  I felt this evil presence down in the basement, and I felt that I carried it home with me.  The other kids felt the same way but yet they stayed in there for that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger and I would feel really scared and feel overwhelmed with evil spirits (i felt them a lot when I was a kid, not so much anymore, I think kids notice more then adults) I would chant in my head over and over "i love Jesus, I love Jesus, you can't have me I love Jesus" and I would feel much better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in bed trying to go to sleep about a week after the "exploring" and I had this scary feeling over me and I chanted my chant and it wasn't working, I looked up and something black and thick like smoke, was floating above my bed, I said out loud "I love Jesus, I love Jesus" and it like angered this floating being and they came crashing down on me, I couldn't breath I felt like someone was strangling me.  My arms were pinned down stretched out on either side of me, I couldn't move them.  I was joking, and it felt like some one was sitting on my chest.  I just kept repeating in my head "i love jesus i love jesus" and then I saw this flash of light out of the corner of my eye (now it could of been a cars head light but I'd like to think it was a gaurdian angel), and when that light flashed the "evil" presence was gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning with bruises on both my arms and on my throat, I could never explain to my mother what actually happened to me, so i just said "i dunno where they came from" half the truth I really didn't know! But to this day I still feel that maybe a deamon was either trying to kill me or something worse, which I don't want to think about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is a true story, and I still can remember how i felt and what I thought, and I still feel the sweat rolling down my face like it just happened to me yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116180989628791472?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116180989628791472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116180989628791472' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116180989628791472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116180989628791472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/bubba-and-other-true-stories.html' title='&quot;Bubba&quot; and other True stories'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116180130228355549</id><published>2006-10-25T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:35:02.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey</title><content type='html'>1. What is your best friend's grandma's name?&lt;br /&gt;Granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is the weirdest place you have a mole?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the hottest teacher you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;I had two hot teachers one in coffeyville and one at oklahoma union.  Mr. Smith from the ville, and Mr. Thompson from OU, and they were both math teachers, go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever made out in a movie theater?&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What body part do you wash first?&lt;br /&gt;My Tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you hover over the toilet in public bathrooms?&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay away from the public bathrooms *restrooms* as much as possible, but if i can not wait or am forced to go in (don't know why I'd be forced) then I try to stay away from the Toilet as you never know who's a$$ was on there last, YUCKIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the strangest talent you have?&lt;br /&gt;All animals gather around me, i'm the modern day Snow White, without the black silky hair, snow white skin or the body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have an innie or an outtie?&lt;br /&gt;Innie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your favorite flavored Pringles?&lt;br /&gt;I'm strange I don't like pringles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever been tied up? Do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is this?! You perv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last thing you ever got grounded for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost 27 years old...grounded?!?! PFFT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you parallel park or drive around the block?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just purchased one of those 80,000 dollar lexus with the 700 dollar parellel parking feature, where it parallel parks itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever had two dates in one night?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many times have you been cussed out?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have my current job, it's an everyday occurance (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Which shoe do you put on first?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know my left? is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. In one word, describe your a**.&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been to a gay bar?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Girls: Out of Madonna, Aunt Bee, Oprah Winfrey, and Paris Hilton, who are you most like?&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Bee.  Out of the choices Oprah Winfrey is rich which ain't me, Paris Hilton is a skanky slut, again not me, and Madonna is looney, although I don't want to claim myself as looney where others may think I am, that's not me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is there one thing all of your love interests have had in common?&lt;br /&gt;Penises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you French kiss before you were 16?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did, infact that is how the big "sex" talk came about.  Do you realize that if you french kiss you'll have a baby?!? Well that's what I was told...some how I haven't gotten pregnant yet, hmmm....was my mom on crack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever been cow-tipping or snipe-hunting?&lt;br /&gt;Snipe-hunting wtf is that?  Is that where you hunt snipers?  Cow-tipping yes I have done that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is the last person you usually think about before you fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I'm usually thinking "damit go to sleep" so i guess sleep for me is considered a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever had a poem written about you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my father wrote a poem the after adopting me it is in a fram hanging in my house, I love my daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You're in a public bathroom and there's no toilet paper. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who the heck doesn't check the toilet paper dispenser before using the restroom?  I think a guy wrote this survey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever found anything in your parent's bedroom that was questionable?&lt;br /&gt;Um no, and I think if I had I'd be more disturbed then what I am already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your childhood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Shortcake or Nimwhit take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When is the last time you played the air guitar?&lt;br /&gt;when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever peeked into the opposite sex's locker room?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk by. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the weirdest thing you've done while driving?&lt;br /&gt;Well I tend to just drive, as the other occupants in their cars are just freaking out because I'm on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever bitten your toenails?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?? Who does that?  I don't bend that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How do you eat your cookies?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is that? Fast?  (kept answer liked it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. When working out at the gym, do you wear a belt?&lt;br /&gt;Know i have no problem keeping my fat a$$ in my pants.  (yes, i know what the questions is asking). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Name something you do when you're alone that you wouldn't do in front of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I pick my nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Girls: Do you shave your toes? Guys: Do you shave your chest?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have, I've also shaved my arms, swimmers go to the extreme when it comes to shaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever played doctor and nurse or a similar game?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, got in trouble for doing that once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many drinks does it take before you get drunk?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a light weight so i would have to say um 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever sniffed an animal's butt? What kind?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person ACTUALLY does that? You have to be on some strong crack to do such a disgusting horrid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. How often do you clean out your ears?&lt;br /&gt;When I lose my ability to hear due to all the wax build-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you scrunch or fold your toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;Fold (goes with my OCD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. About how many times a day do you pick a wedgie?&lt;br /&gt;2, maybe 3. What kind of question is this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any strange phobias?&lt;br /&gt;I hate spiders, yuckie stupid things that seem to chase you because they know you are gonna sqaush them!! YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?&lt;br /&gt;My finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is the stupidest thing you've ever done at a bar or a party?&lt;br /&gt;fall flat on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever been dared to do something you totally regretted?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever called your love interest by an ex's name?&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't think so  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you ever played naked twister?&lt;br /&gt;Joked around about it a lot but never actually did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever been drunk at work?&lt;br /&gt;I've come to work still drunk does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever found your date's/lover's brother or sister more attractive?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you want to bring sexy back?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of question is this? ahhh Sure i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116180130228355549?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116180130228355549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116180130228355549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116180130228355549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116180130228355549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey.html' title='A Survey'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116170290838196590</id><published>2006-10-24T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:16:17.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly</title><content type='html'>Whatever I had this weekend got much much worse sunday night around 3 am.  I had the stomach virus, EWWWW.  I went to work yesterday only to leave an hour and half into my day to go home and back to bed.  I got home around 10 am yesterday and slept until 3pm and  then got up and piddled around, and went back to be for the remaining day and evening.  Went to sleep around 10:30 pm, and woke up at 7 am.  I have had nothing to eat in 24 hrs, other than a French Vanilla hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving right now, so I assume that is a good thing!! Lunch is in about an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WORK ON FRIDAY WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116170290838196590?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116170290838196590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116170290838196590' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116170290838196590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116170290838196590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/sickly.html' title='Sickly'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116156556687388417</id><published>2006-10-22T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:10:54.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold and ouch!</title><content type='html'>the first picture is of Katie, I had just taken the towels and blankets out of the dryer, and she thought it was cold in the house, and decided she was going to burrow herself under the warm blankets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is of my shin, when did i do this?!?! Yeah, i don't know either!! I swear I think I sleep walk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/katie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/bruise-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116156556687388417?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116156556687388417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116156556687388417' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116156556687388417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116156556687388417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-cold-and-ouch.html' title='It&apos;s cold and ouch!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116155193418420119</id><published>2006-10-22T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:18:54.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Sores</title><content type='html'>Well not yet anyways.  I have not ventured far from the bed this weekend.  I have a killer headache that I can not get rid of.  It's one of those nasty sinus ones.  I have not heard from J all weekend, he hasn't even been online, which to me is strange.  Course I'm one of those girls who always has it stuck in the back of their heads that something isn't right.  I know I need not to think like that, but I can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally started laundry, good gawd, for one person I manage to have a ton of laundry.  Ypu'd think with a washer and dryer of my own I would stop doing laundry only one time a week and do a little bit throughout the week, um nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the doggies are tired of laying in bed with me, poor things, they haven't had much exercise in the last 3 days, I just don't feel like taking them out for our walks that we have on the weekends.  I was going to go to the walking trail this weekend and take some shots of the beautiful trees, as they are all changing colors.  Nope, haven't done that either.  I'm not depressed, I don't think, I think I'm just really run down, and need a break for right now.  I kinda wish they would just lay us off and I could have a little vacation before I have to go out and beat the streets to find another job.  YUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was everyone else's weekend? lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and turned on the gas heather in the front room, it's on low.  I need to get one of those carbon minoxide (sp?) dectors just to be safe.  I will not turn on the electric heaters not until absolutely necessary.  I'm a stickler on that, because of the way our electric company is screwing us around, our electric company is our town, and they "ran out" of electricity in the summer because of the heat, and now we are paying to the piper on that.  It's not fair really.  I don't see how they expect the people who live on fixed incomes to afford such out rages prices in electricity.  Good Gawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving with a few pics of the doggies, I think the expression on katies face explains their misery! LOL. Also, sorry but you can't really SEE Jade's experssion, all you can see are you glowing eyes! LOL. And i really need to reset the date of the pictures huh?!?! I mean it's not 1/whatever/2004 is it?!?!? GEESH SUSAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/pups3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/pups2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/pups.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116155193418420119?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116155193418420119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116155193418420119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116155193418420119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116155193418420119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/bed-sores.html' title='Bed Sores'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116147328565157655</id><published>2006-10-21T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T18:28:05.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phone Call...</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not that there was someone before J, someone that had my heart from the word go, but, this someone and I couldn't no matter how we tried, to seem to be together.  His name was Nate, and he was supposed to get married this month, to the girl that came between us.  Out of the blue last night he emailed me stating that he wanted my phone number he needed to talk to me.  So i gave him my phone number, and anxiously awaited the phone call.  In about 20 minutes he called me.  This is how it played out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that she called off the wedding 3 weeks before it was to happen, because she thought he was cheating, and I believe him when he said he didn't except for with me, and that was a year and a half ago, around July 1 of 2005, she has told lies to his family so they have not called him in over 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what i was doing told him i'm about to get laid off and he said "want to move to iowa, i have a house and make 800 bucks a week (damn)" i said "well, honey I would but i'm back with my ex, and things are going good right now" and he said "i had a feeling that you were going to say that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he felt bad for not going through with what he told me, which was for him to move down here, and live with me, he would of been 10 times happier than he was ever with her (hehe i'm that good), and he is sorry he f*ed it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said 'hey it's okay what we did was in the heat of the moment, it was like a snap of a finger, us being together just wasn't in the plans at the time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apologized serveral times, and I told him "Nate, I don't want the friendship we had to go away, i will always be here, my phone is always opened to you" and he said "don't be surprised if i call you once a week" and i said "that is fine I'm your friend if you need someone to talk to then I am here, but I can not and will not leave j" and he said "i would never ask you to do that" and i said "good, because if it is not meant to be with him i want it to die on its own I am trying hard to get things back where they were" and he said "i understand totally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said we weren't meant to be together, but maybe we were just meant to be friends, and he understood compeletely, and i said "if i were not with J right now don't think in a heart beat i wouldn't move up there with you, because I would" and I actually WOULD do it, my parents would flip the hell out, but o'well, lol, i also said "i'm in love with j and right now all I see is him, and no one else." and then i added "man, this could of happened like a month ago!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF CONVERSATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard really hard not to just crumble, hard for me to just say forget my life here and move to Iowa and be with him.  But in reality I can not do that, and will not do that to J, it would not be fair, I mean we are trying right now, and we are both in the agreement that we will fight hard for what we had.  I just think it is strange how things play out.  How he was supposedly "happy" with her (nate) and that they were going to get married this month, and how i was supposed to get married in May, but didn't and now am back with J. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I handled it well, but I still fill a tad bit guilty for even taking the phone call, but it was closure, closure we both needed.  When we hung up he said "I love you" and I said "I love you" back, now that may have been the wrong thing to do, but honestly I still do, is it possible to love 2 people at the same time? Granted I have more love in my heart for J, but there is still part of my heart that will always be Nates.  We have known each other for 3 years, and dated for about 1 1/2 years.  Nates last phone call was last october, he said that he would call me on a friday night, he never did, and then the email was the first time I've heard from him since he announced in March that he was getting married.  Last october was when I found J.  It was like God closed one door, and then opened up another for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J doesn't know about Nate, and I don't think he ever will.  I can not find the words to bring up Nate to J.  There is something there with Nate that is so personal to me that I don't want to scare J.  Am I bad for having these thoughts? Or is this just how closure goes??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116147328565157655?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116147328565157655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116147328565157655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116147328565157655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116147328565157655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/phone-call.html' title='The Phone Call...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116137683930447316</id><published>2006-10-20T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:40:39.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HO, HUM.</title><content type='html'>So, it's Friday.  Yeah, it is, woohoo.  Yeah, that didn't sound very conviencing did it?  I'm not feeling so hot.  I keep getting hot and cold flashes, and what I really want to do is be in bed curled up with the pups, and sipping a hot cup of tea.  But, unfortunialty I'm stuck here at work.  Yea! No, not really (on the Yea! part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no nose, well, I have a nose, I just can't breath through it right now.  Well, I can breath through the left nostril just fine it's the right one that is all clogged, yeah, I know, you didn't really want to know that.  SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Omen last night, the new remake, yeah, it's not worth your time wasting watching that movie.  BOREINGVILLE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really pretty much it, I know, I know, what a post huh?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116137683930447316?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116137683930447316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116137683930447316' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116137683930447316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116137683930447316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/ho-hum.html' title='HO, HUM.'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116126731318532026</id><published>2006-10-19T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:02:13.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, cold, and have a headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/caffeinebuzz2_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I went to be pretty early last night, I had a major migraine sneak up on me last night.  I still Have it today.  It's the change of the weather, I get sick whenever the seasons change, it stinks really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired too, must be the head ache, and I'm cold, which must be the headache again, I want to go home (I was supposed to have today off, but um somehow that got thrown out the window, pfft).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here has an interview with the Airplane plant, BUT, me. I don't have one.  O'shittin well.  I guess I'm not good enough if I don't have someone on the inside pushing my resume like people do when they push drugs.  I went through the job service, and hopefully they will call me, if not another factory is hiring they make plastic pipes. YEW, what fun. I don't care I just need a job that I make the amount or more then what I make now.  I don't want to loose everything I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a shit day in the neighborhood, and I may just go home this afternoon, forget everyone else at this job, I have a headache from hell and I want to go to bed!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:  I HAVE A SILVERFISH INFESTATION IN MY APARTMENT, CAN WE ALL SAY GROSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/silverfish.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Description: Silverfish are always wingless and are silvery to brown in color because their bodies are covered with fine scales. They are generally soft bodied. Adults are up to 3/4 inch long, flattened from top to bottom, elongated and oval in shape, have three long tail projections and two long antennae. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habitat, Food Source(s): Silverfish are chewing insects and general feeders but prefer carbohydrates and protein, including flour, dried meat, rolled oats, paper and even glue. They and can survive long periods, sometimes over a year, without food but are sensitive to moisture and require a high humidity (75% to 90%) to survive. They also have a temperature preference between 70 and 80 degrees F. They are fast running and mostly active at night and generally prefer lower levels in homes, but may be found in attics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GAWD WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG...I contribute my silverfish problem to the garage below me that is pack full of shit.  Not my shit, but shit non-the-less.  This is disgusting, I'm a clean person, why do I have this problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116126731318532026?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116126731318532026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116126731318532026' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116126731318532026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116126731318532026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/tired-cold-and-have-headache.html' title='Tired, cold, and have a headache'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116120346852622370</id><published>2006-10-18T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:31:08.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bats, and other things</title><content type='html'>Well lets see the Video blog I looked horrible!!! I either look stoned out of my mind or exhausted, and I know I wasn't stoned, so must of been the exhausted part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a couple of nights ago I went outside with dogs in tow to let them use the potty, and I heard fluttering in the Evergreen tree above me.  This is one BIG evergreen (i think that is what it is, i'm pretty much stupid on trees).  I didn't think much of it then, just went along my business and so did the doggies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I go outside and I hit the screen door on one of the branches, and this black thing came and dive bombed my head, it was around 9 o'clock so it was pretty dark outside, and when I bent down to put the pups in their outside pen, it did it again.  I got a look at it, it resembled a bat, yes, a bat.  I about pissed my pants, Jade was extremely scared out of skin, and didn't want to go potty.  Katie, was oblivious to the whole ordeal, she had business to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come back inside and IM James.  "Are there bats in this area?" and came back with "Yes." and I said "I just had one dive bomb my head" and he laughed.  I didn't think it was that funny myself. So I have a bat in my tree, just great.  I wonder if the dog catcher will take in bats.  I know I will not invite the bat in, so that way there will be no chance of him sucking my blood and turning me into a vampire, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been in an off mood. Rachel knows this.  My job is beginning to suck sweaty goat balls, graphic huh?  I have cried 3 times while sitting at my desk at work.  No one noticed, I can cry very quietly, the tears just build up and fall out of my eye sockets.  I don't know what is wrong with me right now.  It's like im PRE Pmsing or something.  My lower back is killing me, I can't seem to find a comfortable posistion to sit, and I basically just want to go home, and never come back to this place ever again.  But, I know that this can not happen, I mean I DO have to get a paycheck somehow.  I thought about working the corner of our busiest street in town to earn some extra cash flow.  But, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more video blogs, but I will make sure I look 100 percent better than I did last night, good gawd, can we say catirpillar (sp?) crawling across my forhead, GEESH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116120346852622370?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116120346852622370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116120346852622370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116120346852622370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116120346852622370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/bats-and-other-things.html' title='Bats, and other things'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116113921548276663</id><published>2006-10-17T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:40:15.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you take your Cawwfee?</title><content type='html'>NOTICE EYEBROWS ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE EYEBROWS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/100_1249.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116113921548276663?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116113921548276663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116113921548276663' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116113921548276663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116113921548276663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-do-you-take-your-cawwfee.html' title='How do you take your Cawwfee?'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116113520535419471</id><published>2006-10-17T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:33:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love can be complicated&lt;br /&gt;Love can be emotional&lt;br /&gt;Love can be stressful&lt;br /&gt;Love can be happiness&lt;br /&gt;Love can be saddness&lt;br /&gt;Love can be loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Love can be brutal&lt;br /&gt;Love can be sickness&lt;br /&gt;Love can be ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shew, that took a lot out of me! TEEHEE.  Like I said earlier today I'm in ONE WEIRD MOOD, SCARY HUH?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116113520535419471?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116113520535419471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116113520535419471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116113520535419471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116113520535419471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116109843258117371</id><published>2006-10-17T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:37:43.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EYUP...</title><content type='html'>IM STUPID : LoL i forgot to mention that the link below are not 'real' haunted houses they are haunted houses that you attend to get the poop scare out of you! SORRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yes, I realize that the title is misspelt that's an inside joke between and a blogger buddy :) *Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today has not been a very good start.  I rolled over and glanced at the clock and sat straight up in bed and said "Uh...shit!" and got on the phone and called my supervisor telling her I was running late.  Yeah, I woke up at 7:15 this morning, and I believed I got around in record time!  I was only 3 minutes late to work this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my yahoo home page I go this link http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/44079/haunted-hangouts you'll have to copy and paste it into your browser because for some odd readon blogger is being a 'tard and won't let me do the html thing for it, damn blogger, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a link to haunted houses, it's pretty cool, and I know that BG will appreciate it, love ya girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there is a new girl in town, her name is MissSexyAnnie1, she is from New York, I stumbled upon her blog just searching through about New York (which is a city that I would love to visit one of these days), she just started her blog, but to me she's very very funny, well to me anyways.  So maybe you should go over and check her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that i guess no news is good news eh?  Well I'm sitting here bored off my ever widening rump at work, so Im gonna go look at that link again, maybe I missed something, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have a nice Tuesday, :) Peace Love and well you know the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a weird mood today, frankly I'm starting to scare myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116109843258117371?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116109843258117371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116109843258117371' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116109843258117371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116109843258117371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/eyup.html' title='EYUP...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116101222494286791</id><published>2006-10-16T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:23:44.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Interesing...</title><content type='html'>So, how was everyones weekend?  Mine was good :)  J and I went to Tulsa on Saturday (and yes I forgot to take the damn camera, GRRR).  He had to go to some car shops and stuff, not my ideal of fun, lol, but I tagged along anyways.  We ate at the Olive Garden, my FAVORITE place to eat.  I had the Garlic Herb Chicken and Broccoli with garlic cheese sauce = YUMMIEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to bartlesville (Rebecca B-vill Wally World is Bartlesville Wal-Mart, it's a town sout of where I live about 45 minutes away) and went to Big Lots, and came out with nuffin, lol.  Then we went to kmart, and all I bought was some chap stick for my oh so chapped lips, gawd they hurt like hell.  They don't hurt as much as they did friday and saturday.  I blamed it on J, said he kissed me to much, lol.  He said "Uh, Whatevah!" hehehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have talked a lot about what went went sour that last month that we were together the first time.  I said well I went pyscho, and he said well I didn't help the situation, eyup (hehe rach that's for you!) but it wasn't all of it.  We both have found out that we moved to fast, way to fast, I think if we had maybe pushed the wedding back 3 or 4 months we would of been married now.  But, course I acted on a whim, and flew off the handle, like I always do. But we are both in agreeance (is that a word?) that we are going to make this work, and try hard this time.  I told him that we will never forget what happened but we need to figure out why and how to stop it from happening again, and move on from it, he agreed with me.  Good, at least we agree on SOMETHING, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were one to kiss and tell I would tell you a WHOLE lot more, but I'm not that open on this blog to everyone to know the inner most of me! LOL.  So we'll just leave what I've said above as it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my book The Switch, yes, this book I actually started back in in like June but I couldn't get into it, which has happened before with one of Sandra Browns books, but then I picked it back up a week ago yesterday, and it was an 800 page book, and I'm glad I read it, it was OOOOHHHH SSSOOOO good, if you like Romance Thrillers, Sandra Brown is the one that you need to read.  But you have to be careful she also rights full out romance novels, and THEY ARE GRAPHIC, so I would say stick with the Romance Thrillers from her, they have graphic scenes in them, but not as many, it's more like are these 2 characters EVA gonna get together!!! LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's her link to her website, &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sandrabrown.net/"&gt;Sandra Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the description of the book The Switch (All i did was copy it from her site, so if I gave to much info don't blame me blame her website, lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identical twins fascinate us. Whenever you see identical twins, don’t you stop and gawk, just a little? They’re arresting. Even with the recent increase in multiple births where there’s a strong family resemblance among the babies, two people who are virtually indistinguishable capture our attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I attended a wedding. At the reception I was seated with a woman, who was an identical twin, and her nephew, who was also an identical twin. This family had three sets of identical twins within two generations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my nosy self, I barraged them with questions, questions I’m certain they’d been asked a thousand times. But they were good-natured and told me stories about mistaken identity, childhood pranks, and the strange telepathy&lt;br /&gt;between twins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the woman said she and her twin — on more than one occasion– had arrived somewhere wearing matching dresses, without either of them knowing that the other owned that particular dress. Unintentionally,&lt;br /&gt;they’d even bought identical sofas. The young man said that he and his brother constantly complete one another’s sentences and can practically read each other’s mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see why this conversation fanned my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In THE SWITCH the twins are Gillian and Melina Lloyd, who are identical, almost interchangeable. Both are successful businesswomen. Both are single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in one regard there is a dissimilarity:&lt;br /&gt;They share the same impulses, but Melina acted on them. She plunged headfirst off the high diving board. Gillian would stand with her toes curled over the end of it until dared to dive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another difference between them is that Gillian wants a child. Feeling her biological clock ticking, she opts to undergo artificial insemination using donor sperm. The story opens on the day she is inseminated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male protagonist is Christopher “Chief” Hart. He is the first Native American astronaut, NASA’s poster boy, a national figure. In Dallas to collect an award, Chief’s media escort is Melina Lloyd. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief’s life first collides, then becomes intertwined with that of the twins. A seemingly harmless prank results in disaster. And what appears at first to be an open-and-shut murder investigation, ultimately leads to a compound in the mountains of New Mexico where a madman is engineering his “new world order.” If he’s only partially successful, the consequences would be catastrophic and global in scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject matter is as contemporary as today’s headlines. The love story is . . . Well, if you’re a repeat reader, you know how I feel about falling in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you’re right. The title gives away the plot . . . but only a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116101222494286791?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116101222494286791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116101222494286791' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116101222494286791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116101222494286791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-interesing.html' title='Nothing Interesing...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116081171200670054</id><published>2006-10-14T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:41:52.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared, cold and tired....blah</title><content type='html'>Well J and I had a nice evening, I went over there around 8:30 this evening, we then went to bville to walmart, where he needed some things. We got back home around Midnight. I headed back home where I just about side swibed some poor bastard as he was in my blind spot.  I truly felt sorry but thankfully i corrected myself before I actually did any damage, I'm sure he about pissed his pants (pissed is um my word of choice it seems, lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to a pretty cold home, I'm not turning my heaters on until I absolutely have to!  I have an electric blanket so at least i will not freeze while I sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the new horror movie "Stay Alive" and well um...I'm scared now LOL.  I'm glad I'm not a gamer! Not that a game can come to life or anything, but still the concept of the movie freaked my crap out!  I don't mind horror movies, I love to watch them actually, but this is the first one ever that I've actually talked to the damn tv, telling the poor bastards to get out!! LOL, I went a bit insane on them, lol.  It's a pretty good flick if you are into horror!! The scariest part to me was Angelina Jolie's brother, not his character just him, himself.  He's a little freaky!!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like the title states I'm Scared, freezing to death (my body is shivering as I type this you can see my breath, it's a sad ordeal really, lol, I need to NOT be stubborn and turn the heat on), and I'm extremely tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next post, you all have an absolutely lovely Early Saturday morning!!! NIGHTERS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116081171200670054?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116081171200670054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116081171200670054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116081171200670054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116081171200670054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/scared-cold-and-tiredblah.html' title='Scared, cold and tired....blah'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116076554895327748</id><published>2006-10-13T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:36:01.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Story if you will...</title><content type='html'>On a chilly night in October, five high school students were standing line waiting to get into a "Haunted Forrest".  This would be the first time for the three young girls to go through but the two young men have been through with it in the years past.  We will call the girls Anna, Becky, and Candy and the two boys Doug and Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna was dating boy Doug, Becky was dating Eric, and Candy was there with to be part of the "gang".   The five of them were waiting in line goofing around while they were waiting.  In the midst of the "forrest" they heard all types of noises, screaming, goblims moaning you know the basic type of sounds that come with the Haunted House scene.  It was getting pretty chilly outside and Anna was getting pretty darn cold, as she was dressed up as a black cat, and had a leatard and tights on, and the only heavy thing she was wearing was her high school letter jacket. Becky and Candy told her she would need to dress warmer than what she did, and she being her usual self didn't care to listen.  Now, she wished she had. Doug put his arms around her waist and tried to help her stay warm.  "Sorry you're so cold honey." He said as he kissed the top of her head.  "Yeah, well it's not your fault, I'm the blonde one that decided that she could wear hardly nothing and NOT get cold." She said as she shivered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They waited in line for what seemed 100 years before it was their turn to be able to pay the ten dollars a piece to get into the attraction.  As Doug pulled out his wallet he stated "Ouch" as in giving up twenty bucks hurt him.  Anna looked at him and said "I can pay your back." Dough kissed her forehead and said "Sweetie, that's sweet, but I was just joking around." The person at the gate said that they take seven participants at a time, and this meant that their group and two others would be going in next.  The five of them didn't want anyone else, but they did not argue.  So the person at the gate yelled if there were just a party of two, and they heard some voices in the back stating that they are just a party of two.  These two little girls couldn't be more than 12 or 13 years old came running up.  Eric "F'in great" he mutterd, Becky nucked her elbow in his ribs.  "Shhhh...it will be alright.  It's not like we are supposed to babysit them or anything" She whipsered. The person at the gate too down each of their names.  Which Anna thought was strange, but just shrugged her shoulders.  "You'll be able to enter in about 5 minutes." The person at the gate replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they were allowed to enter the attraction.  The first stop was a fortune teller, where she gave everyone their fortunes for the attraction, each in their own way was scary as hell.  Then it was a grave yard that came up next, they were looking around in the foggy mist at all the tombstones and goblins that were running around it, and over to the far right they say some one digging a fresh new grave, then all the sudden a spot light came on flooding the goblin digging the grave, and the tombstone.  Then someone out of the darkness came up, it was the Grim Reaper, and he said in an eerie voice, "Is there a Candy in this group, if there is can she please step up." All of them pushed Candy out front of the crowd, and she shook her head and pleaded with them not to do so.  "Candy.." the Grim Reaper said, "tonight Is the night that you have met your destiny.  I'm hear to take you to your freshly dug grave, please put out your hand." The grim reaper put his black gloved hand out and Candy just about peed her pants, and screamed and hid behind Doug and Eric. The Grim Reaper laughted, "Run if you will Candy, but you will meet your fate tonight, you will end up in this grave, trust me, you will" he said as the group was being ushered on to the next scary event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were forced to walk over what seemed quick sand, Becky and Anna screamed, Anna being the clutz she was fell over and tried to get back up, Doug bent down and helped her up, all while laughing at her.  She scolded him for laughing at her.  Through then entire "forrest" Anna and Candy just about peed their pants at each and every one, especially at the Canabal family who kept trying to get Anna to come into the cage so they could eat her lovely looking arms, she freaked and she actual drew blood from Dougs hand when her nails embedded into it.  "OUCH, hey watch it!" He scolded her, but she didn't even notice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the attraction all the girls, even the 2 that were stuck with their group wanted it to be over, the guys were just laughing their heads off at them.  At the end of the whole thing they were forced to walk through a blackened tunnel that had a "Jason" head in the corner, Anna really didn't want to walk through it but then she realized that the head wasn't moving and that she should be safe.  They started their venture through the tunnel, the 2 young girls were in the front of Anna and Candy, Becky was behind Candy and the men were behind all of them talking amongst themselves.  They were almost to the end of the tunnel when that Jason head started running after them and started up a chainsaw.  Anna and Candy Screamed their heads off pushed the 2 young girls out of their way which entailed them to go tumbling to the ground and ran all the way to the end of the line OUTSIDE of the attraction, STILL SCREAMING THEIR HEADS OFF. Anna felt bad for trampling over 2 innocent little girls, so did Candy.  They waited for the rest of the group at the car.  THe rest of the group where laughing so hard that they had tears running down their cheeks.  "It's not funny, guys, please stop laughing.  Are those 2 girls alright?" Anna asked.  Eric nodded his head at her, "Yeah, they are laughing at you the two of you just about as hard as we are." He snickered.  Candy playfully punched him in the stomach.  "Shut up".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all laughed, and got in the car, and left with memories for the rest of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funny part, I tell you I seriously thought I had injured one of those poor little girls, yes I am "ANNA" lol.  I Wanted to make it seem like a "ghost" story or something and not a memory.  HEHEH did I have you all fooled ????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness those 2 girls were aboslutely fine, Doug, who was actually my boyfriend Scott, and Eric who was my friend Tamecca's boy friend Justin, helped them up and made sure they returned to their parents safely, as I and Candy, who was my friend Lisa, really just about pissed our pants all the way to the f'in car!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116076554895327748?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116076554895327748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116076554895327748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116076554895327748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116076554895327748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-story-if-you-will.html' title='A little Story if you will...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116070262167091402</id><published>2006-10-12T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:17:40.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So here I am....</title><content type='html'>I'm alot better than I was yesterday.  I was like numb yesterday, I've been in "duh" mode the last 2 days...ever since that happeend at work yesterday.  I do appreciate everyones concern, I'm okay, for now I have a job, FOR NOW = key words. A shout out to my girl Rach, man you have no idea how much I needed laughs the last couple of days, I'm so glad you we have a way to chat online during the work day, THANK YOU BUNCHES!!! I did get paid they paid us out of the other companys checking account.  But that company is also in the same boat as this one, I think the agents said they would be back sometime next week for them.  It's all like a really bad B movie, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I know, and it's VERY little information, but I can give some light on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am assuming that the company for some odd reason unknown to mankind are behind in paying payroll taxes and sales tax.  Wish I gather is a BIG NO NO, I mean come on I don't have a business of my own but don't ya like have to pay that shit?!?  The agents came in yesterday like I said seized all the money in the office for the company I work for (there are 2 different companys in this office), checks cash, cash off the owner himself, yes he had to give up his personal cash that were on his persons (i love that word, that's the word the agent used, persons), and froze the bank account.  But once they got all their money they were unfreezing the account, which is a good thing, I mean I think we have maybe 2 more payperiods before we are swimming in nothing but shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I know...I tried to just sit at my cubicle and ignore the whole ordeal.  But my heart was pounding like crazy, it was like back in the day when I was high or getting high (yes um i smoked that wacky weed back in the day) and I would see a cop and my heart would like stop then all the sudden beat out of my chest, yeah, it was a pleasent feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered with Kansas Job Link today, they are a government based employement agency, they help dislocated workers find jobs.  I'm not YET a dislocated worker, but soon will be one.  Myself and the other 3 girls in the office put in for the airplane factory in the town, they are hiring a bunch of people.  I would probably stay at the same pay rate, and get health bennefits, but there's a catch, I have NEVER done factory work before.  I'm afraid that I will get passed over someone with more experience, although experience is not necessary they train you for whatever department you are going into.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait it out and just leave when they finally just shut the doors on the business and become a "dislocated" worker, and get school realeased job training, and that way i can draw unemployement and not have to actually have 2 contacts a week, meaning that I would have to at least inquire on 2 potential jobs a week.  If this is the case, which is what James wants me to do, go back to school and get my nursering degree, but that's easier said then done.  Granted I am half way there, but I can't draw unemployement, go to school, and keep my apartment, it's just not going to be that easy.  I'm not going to make what I am making now on unemployement.  There's just no way.  I'm not moving back home I already told mymom that I would freeze this winter before I did that!  I'm stubborn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this day would come, it's been working on itself for more than a year now.  I just didn't want to have to face it.  I love my job, granted there are some aspects of it I can do without, but for the most part I love it, and I love my co-workers, well now since Miss Lazy Ass is gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need a break from working, maybe I should just wait until i can draw that unemployement and just take a break from life for a while.  I will have to give up some things of course, like cable tv, and such, which is a total bummer in itself, i will NOT give up the internet there is NO WAY IN HELL, lol.  Maybe the cable internet, but I will have some sort of connection to my outside world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't starve, the pups will not starve, we will not freeze to death I will just have to be very consertive with the heat while I'm in the low blow.  Many people a day become dislocated workers, if they can do it I can do it too.  I just will not run back home and have mommy and daddy help me.  I have been on my own for almost 2 years now, and I LOVE it, i don't want to be under someones thumb, nor do I want to follow some 60 and 70 year olds rules...when I have basically been living ruleless (is that a word?) for this long, NO WAY IN HELL, lol.  Don't get me wrong I love my mom and my dad and I'm so thankful that if I do not succeed in my quest that there is somewhere I can go that will be warm and I will have food to eat.  Oh that's another plus with not much money coming in, I will be loosing the weight, LOL, see I can make a bad situation into a good one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now, that's all I know, and lets just hope that I can get on at the airplane plant, their next class is november 7th which is orientation, lets hope I'm one of the ones sitting in there learning how to build real airplanes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116070262167091402?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116070262167091402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116070262167091402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116070262167091402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116070262167091402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-here-i-am.html' title='So here I am....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116062014882896115</id><published>2006-10-11T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:02:52.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GGRRRR.....</title><content type='html'>(Barngoddess this song is for you and me both!!!!, and yes it does not pertain to my post, all the songs i want to play are not available which adds to my GRRRR!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stressed persay, i'm a little overwhelmed at this moment.  All the crap that happened today, and trying to figure out HOW the hell i'm going to pay all my crap AHEAD of time to keep up to date.  I don't know.  I don't know how unemloyment works either, i know it's based on how long you've worked for the company and all that, maybe i can draw it and hope to make ends meet?? I have not a damn clue. I normally wouldn't disclose this but I get paid well to sit on my ass all day and answer the phones almost 12 bucks an hour, why i have no money to show for it is beyond me.  Money burns holes in my pockets, it used to not be that way I horded money all the time I was always the richest kid in high school.  WHAT THE FLIP HAPPENED?!?! I learned there was a world out there with all this great shit that I had to have right then...pffft...i wish i didn't even know that now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end of the world, but It sure the hell feels like it.  I'm not about to mention this crap to the parents, all I'll hear is "we told you so", seeing that this has been 1 year since the first time we about lost our jobs.  Thankfully i have almost 2 years in with the company now.  That's helpful with the unemployement part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGHS* Oh well, we all have shit we have to endure in our life don't we? This year as been VERY crappy for me.  It all started out with it being the best year of my life, was to get married, be happy, (could have been pregnant by now), to, not being married, loosing my job, being flat ass broke, and not having nothing to show for a job that I got paid well at...YIPPIEE....I can't wait for the year to be over, and the new one to start...surely it's got to be better than this one right?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116062014882896115?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116062014882896115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116062014882896115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116062014882896115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116062014882896115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/ggrrrr.html' title='GGRRRR.....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116060311567291595</id><published>2006-10-11T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:45:15.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>What a day it has been and it's not EVEN monday.   GRRR.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chickadee will probably be jobless in oh about a month.  Yeah, all the shit hit the fan today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FBI came in (yes the real FBI, I was like they are Real?!?!) came in and seized all of our cash and checks that were in the office, yeah, and also froze our bank accounts.  And it's payday.  GREAT EH?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH what a day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116060311567291595?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116060311567291595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116060311567291595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116060311567291595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116060311567291595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116042293206836825</id><published>2006-10-09T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:22:51.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...It's Monday ICK!</title><content type='html'>So, yeah, it's Monday, and I say big fat ICKIE on that!  It's not been bad at work today I have my friend Rach to keep me company on boring days such as this.  :) Love ya Rach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a water pill this morning, DON'T EVAH take one of those, I have peed 10 times since I have been here today.  I used to take a water pill every other day with my diet pill (prescribed thank you very much) but lately I've had to pee alot with out the pill, so in taking that pill this morning, I think I majorly did a NO NO.  LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bawled my eyes out on a movie that I have seen 500 million times, Benji (the very first Benji evah made, which is the best one!).  Jade watched the entire movie with me, she sat on my lap looking at the screen tilting her head at the screen, when I came to the part of the little white doggie getting kicked by the bad man (hint the reason why i cried) she let out a deep sigh and looked at me, she looked like she was about to cry herself...poor puppy dog, thank gawd we weren't watching Old Yeller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no working phone service, went to call my mom and dad yesterday, and um...no dial tone.  So I let my phone company now (um I AM THE PHONE COMPANY, LOL) I can't do anything until the tech can come fix my one and only jack in my house.  Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that I am going to do a Video blog sometime this week, I'm THINKING, I don't know if i'm going to do it or not.   I think maybe a video blog 1 time a week would be cool, don't you?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I probably better get back to work, or non working is actually what i'm doing right now.  I think maybe read a book watch a few videos on YouTube, that would be cool what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Have a nice CRAPPY MOnday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116042293206836825?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116042293206836825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116042293206836825' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116042293206836825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116042293206836825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/umits-monday-ick.html' title='Um...It&apos;s Monday ICK!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116036094884090616</id><published>2006-10-08T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:27:56.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: a very um...Womanly post, lol.</title><content type='html'>Hope you like the song with this post, and yes i realize that it does not pertain to my post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD how sometimes I despise being a damn woman at times.  Like now, CRAMPS, my GAWD, sometimes I just want to rip my own insides out.  GRRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know the whole reason we as women have to have this disgusting time of the month, it's so we can reproduce, but why does it have to be so damn painful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ran out of my life saver Naproxen, and I can't get it refilled until I go back to the doctor to ask him to write me another script for it.  I think I'm actually going to get a pap done this time.  This is just getting ridiculous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started yesterday, then I stopped, for like 12 hours, and then started again, with the Most FIERCE cramps ever known to woman kind.  I ended up taking 16 advil within a 3 hour period, which yes, I know, that is not good at all.  But the pain HAD to be gone, you don't understand me and pain, we aren't a good couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that day that I go into labor, I fear the man that puts me in the position!  Yes, he will pay!  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the few people that do not like a whole lot of attention when they are in pain, don't touch me, don't talk to me, just leave the HELL alone.  That's for any kind of pain.  You can ask my gal Laura, she knows all about the "bitch" in me coming out if you try to help me when I have fallen and hurt myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in pain the best thing to do is just ask me if I need anything if it's like a toothache, bachache or even cramps.  If I have fallen and hurt myself (yes, um, I've been known to do that a few times in my life, LOL, I'm a clutz!) the best bet for you is to stand at least 4 feet away, ask me if i'm okay, if I don't answer that's cool, don't ask me again and DO NOT TRY TO HELP ME UP, or I just may bite your head off.  I don't care if people laugh at me even before they ask me if I'm alright, but just don't get in my "space".  It takes me a while to come to terms with 1. I've just embarassed (sp?) myself 2.  I'm hurt and 3 I'll be alright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't cry when I'm hurt, sure I have tears that come to my eyes, but I don't cry.  I cuss, oh boy does the sailor in me come out then.  My famous phrase when I hurt myself (excuse my french) is "Fucking piece of shit" yup you read that right, that's not even a real sentence, but that is what comes out of my mouth each and everytime I hurt myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramps, yeah I hate em.  I feels like my uterus is just gonna fall right out of my butt, i know graphic, but hey I warned you in my title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe worse for me is throwing up...I hate doing it to begin with, if i can fight the urge to throw up i'm all for it.  I know you'll feel better once you do it, but to me it's the most disgusting thing in the world and I hate doing it.  But i've done it 4 times since yesterday, it's the period talking, I have a lot of hormones during my time of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when people have morning sickness while they are pregnant? Yeah, I get that way on my period, and before it too.  A smell or a sound (yes a sound) will set me off.  I believe it to be to many hormones in my body at one time, you'd think I would of gone to a doctor for this a long time ago, nope, just bared with it.  I mean there really isn't anything they can do for me, I has to run it's course right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd and the hot flashes SHIT MAN.  I'm going through one right now.  I hate hot flashes they are the most miserable thing ever.  Then the chills afterwards, why do we have to suffer like this? GRRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I've said enough to gross out the 1 guy reader I have in this group, sorry Brian!!! LOL.  I think it's time to go and take a bath, and feel better I HOPE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116036094884090616?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116036094884090616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116036094884090616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116036094884090616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116036094884090616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/warning-very-umwomanly-post-lol.html' title='Warning: a very um...Womanly post, lol.'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116027532836519429</id><published>2006-10-07T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:04:28.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again</title><content type='html'>I was reading more into Barngoddess (i guess I missed that post), and saw where she tagged anyone who wanted to be tagged :P  So I'm doing this one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Live Journal/blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls - Buttons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical&lt;br /&gt;Hardly the type I fall for&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking the physical&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me asking for more&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sexy mama (Mama)&lt;br /&gt;Who knows just how to get what I want and (Want and)&lt;br /&gt;What I want to do is spring this on you (On you)&lt;br /&gt;Back up all of the things that I told you (Told you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I realize that's just a little out there!! LOL but it's my favorit song right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence - Call Me When You're Sober&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I let you fall?&lt;br /&gt;Lose it all?&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you can remember yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep believing,&lt;br /&gt;We're only deceiving ourselves .&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of the lie,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickelback - Animals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I'm driving black on black &lt;br /&gt;Just got my license back&lt;br /&gt;I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride&lt;br /&gt;Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out &lt;br /&gt;I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run&lt;br /&gt;Your mom don't know that you were missing&lt;br /&gt;She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been kissing&lt;br /&gt;Screamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;No, we're never gonna quit&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;Just acting like we're animals&lt;br /&gt;No, no matter where we go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;We're just a couple of animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana - Lithium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends. &lt;br /&gt;They're in my head. I'm so ugly. But that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;'Cause so are you. We've broke our mirrors. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning. Is everyday for all I care. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm not scared. Light my candles. In a daze cause I've found god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah [x bunch of times]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely. And that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;I shaved my head. And I'm not sad. And just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm to blame for all I've heard. And I'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. I can't wait to meet you there. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't care. I'm so horny. But that's ok. My will is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Loeb - Stay&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say i only hear what i want to.&lt;br /&gt;you say i talk so all the time so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought what i felt was simple,&lt;br /&gt;and i thought that i don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;and now that i am leaving,&lt;br /&gt;now i know that i did something wrong 'cause i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you say i only hear what i want to:&lt;br /&gt;i don't listen hard,&lt;br /&gt;i don't pay attention to the distance that you're running&lt;br /&gt;or to anyone, anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand if you really care,&lt;br /&gt;i'm only hearing negative: no, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Ethridge - Come to My Window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to my window&lt;br /&gt;Crawl inside, wait by the light&lt;br /&gt;of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Come to my window&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would dial the numbers&lt;br /&gt;Just to listen to your breath&lt;br /&gt;I would stand inside my hell&lt;br /&gt;And hold the hand of death&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how far I'd go&lt;br /&gt;To ease this precious ache&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much I'd give&lt;br /&gt;Or how much I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheryl Crow - First Cut is The Deepest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have given you all of my heart                 &lt;br /&gt;But there's someone who's torn it apart&lt;br /&gt;And he's taken just all that I had                            &lt;br /&gt;But if you want I'll try to love again&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'll try to love again but I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cut is the deepest        &lt;br /&gt;Baby I know the first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed          &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to loving me he's worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs are not only what I love to listen to while I'm sitting at the computer but they are the songs that are on my playlist under the file All Time Favorite Songs...just so you now I have lots more too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm putting in an 8th song because i wanna! Plus this song is number 1 on my list...it's the only song she has ever sung that I like!!! I love the video...I also drove my mother nuts blaring it out of my bedroom when I was in one of my many "moods" i had when I grew up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing in on this post and I'm posting all the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona Apple - Criminal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bad bad girl &lt;br /&gt;I've been careless with a delicate man &lt;br /&gt;And it's a sad sad world &lt;br /&gt;When a girl will break a boy &lt;br /&gt;Just because she can &lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me to deny it &lt;br /&gt;I've done wrong and I want to &lt;br /&gt;Suffer for my sins &lt;br /&gt;I've come to you 'cause I need &lt;br /&gt;Guidance to be true &lt;br /&gt;And I just don't know where I can begin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a good defense &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal &lt;br /&gt;And I need to be redeemed &lt;br /&gt;To the one I've sinned against &lt;br /&gt;Because he's all I ever knew of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help me for the way I am &lt;br /&gt;Save me from these evil deeds &lt;br /&gt;Before I get them done &lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow brings the consequence &lt;br /&gt;At hand &lt;br /&gt;But I keep livin' this day like &lt;br /&gt;The next will never come &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh help me but don't tell me &lt;br /&gt;To deny it &lt;br /&gt;I've got to cleanse myself &lt;br /&gt;Of all these lies till I'm good &lt;br /&gt;Enough for him &lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to lose and I'm &lt;br /&gt;Bettin' high &lt;br /&gt;So I'm beggin' you before it ends &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where to begin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a good defense &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal &lt;br /&gt;And I need to be redeemed &lt;br /&gt;To the one I've sinned against &lt;br /&gt;Because he's all I ever knew of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know the way &lt;br /&gt;Before there's hell to pay &lt;br /&gt;Give me room to lay the law and let me go &lt;br /&gt;I've got to make a play &lt;br /&gt;To make my lover stay &lt;br /&gt;So what would an angel say &lt;br /&gt;The devil wants to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a good defense &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal &lt;br /&gt;And I need to be redeemed &lt;br /&gt;To the one I've sinned against &lt;br /&gt;Because he's all I ever knew of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is a good defense &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal &lt;br /&gt;And I need to be redeemed &lt;br /&gt;To the one I've sinned against &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's all I ever knew of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116027532836519429?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116027532836519429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116027532836519429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116027532836519429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116027532836519429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116023693804326863</id><published>2006-10-07T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:05:48.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>Felinefrisky tagged me, I love tags:) This has to do with 5's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Five Minutes to yourself. How would you spend them ideally? &lt;br /&gt;Curled up in my favorite recliner, with a blanket, cup of coffee, and a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Five Dollars to spend right now. How and where would you spend it? &lt;br /&gt;Some more bread and milk, from the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Five Items in your house you could part with right now. &lt;br /&gt;My stereo, my telephone, my vcr, part of my book collection, my VHS tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Five Items in your house you positively, absolutely could never part with. &lt;br /&gt;Computer, DVD Player, books, tv, and my puppy dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Five Words you love.&lt;br /&gt;Yipes, love, puppy dogs, movie, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag hmm...if you've been tagged by someone else you don't have to do this again! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Rebecca, Lisa, Redneckgirl...and Diana (you can post on my comments diana :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116023693804326863?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116023693804326863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116023693804326863' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116023693804326863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116023693804326863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116014518080714780</id><published>2006-10-06T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:33:00.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone *Clap*...It is FRIDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>So, yes, it's Friday, YIPPEE!!  What I'm going to do this weekend I have not the foggest clue.  I don't know if James and I will hang out or not, I'm sure we will.  My ex G and his wife are buying my landlords house (his grandmother, and the house next to the garage apartment) so their whole flippin' family will be there this weekend, I really dont' want to be around...that will some what weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Jay Leno last night, just for a couple of minutes, he had Bob Newhart on.  They were chatting and I dont' remember where this topic came from but Bob started telling a story of 'Kids say the darnest things' and there was this little boy in the back who was not participating, and at commercial break the host (not bill cosby i know that much LOL), asked him what was the matter?  The little boy said "my dog died this morning", and the host said "i'm so sorry to hear that, but your dog is up in doggy heaven, and a long long time from now you will die too and you will go up to heaven and you will see your doggy again." and the boy looked at him and said "What would God want with a dead dog?" I busted up laughin.  Well in his mind he was right, it's dead it's not good, but kids do say the darnest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been sparce on the posting and i am sorry.  I've been SOOOO tired lately and no energy to think up things to post.  Last night I went to bed BEFORE 6pm, and woke up at 11pm (hint when I watched jay leno).  I didn't even mean to fall asleep I was just going to lay there, and listen to King of Queens, and well i was out like a light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what is wrong with me...but I'm kinda getting tired of being tired, lol, if that makes any sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gots to go back to work TAKE CARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116014518080714780?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116014518080714780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116014518080714780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116014518080714780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116014518080714780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/everyone-clapit-is-friday.html' title='Everyone *Clap*...It is FRIDAY!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-116008584863506044</id><published>2006-10-05T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:04:08.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...bored...BORED....bored...yeah I'm bored</title><content type='html'>Just thought I share the boredom with you all.  I have 3 more minutes left of work THANK GAWD...GOOD GAWD this day has been the longest one known to man kind!!! Plus I'm starvin marvin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-116008584863506044?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/116008584863506044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=116008584863506044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116008584863506044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/116008584863506044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/boredboredboredboredyeah-im-bored.html' title='Bored...bored...BORED....bored...yeah I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115992491023933750</id><published>2006-10-03T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:21:50.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Children"</title><content type='html'>I was wondering over at &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ratsareyummy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Felinefriskies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;, and read her story about her beautiful boy "Tucker" and how he came to be part of her and her husbands family.  It got me thinking and I am going to share with you how my "children" came about to let me be their proud mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is "Katelyn" but as everyone refers her to "Katie", my mother calls her "Katie Bug" or "Doodle Bug", she is very much a grandma's granddaughter, lol.  Well as much as a dog can be, but remember I have no children of my own, so this was really the first "grandbaby" from me to my parents.  I refer to Katie as "Katie Doo Doo", "Dooder head" and "Mamma's girl", she answers to all of the above names, she's a bit confused I do believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie was born on January 21st, 2003, course I didn't know this until after I got her.  I mean, I myself didn't give birth to her.  Around late February of that year my father finally gave in and allowed me to get another dog, my precious poodle "Jeni", who I had since the age of 5 years old, was put down 3 years prior to this.  My mom so desperatly tried to get my father to allow me (at this time I was 23 years old) to have another dog.  He refused as they already had 3 of their own. Like I said it was late February and my mom came in one evening and said, here is the "Good News" (a weekly wednesday type want ad paper our community puts out), and she circled the available pets.  "Dad said you can get a dog of your choice." I about flipped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I wanted a Yorkie or a Pomerianan (i spelt that wrong), I wanted my "FrooFroo" puppy.  You know one I could put in a pet purse and dote around like those famouse idiots do.  But all of them were so expensive at least 500 dollars if not more, I worked at Wal-Mart, and there was no way I could afford a 500 dollar dog.  Plus mom didn't think that a FROOFROO dog would be the best with 2 weenies already and a pointer, plus her inhome daycare.  She suggested another weener. So I relunctly said "Okay".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this news paper there wasn't any good animal adds so I called around to the area's vets and got the names and numbers of dachshund breeders.  I called one up and she said "Yes, I have a little of 4 week old puppies.  They are called 'Piebald' and they are mostly white." Well i wasn't interested.  I read in the dog books that any white on a weenie was considered a "flaw".  I tried this elderly woman that stated her pup was gonna be a "Teeney Tiney Mini" and I was very interested in this one, it was a black and tan (i love them they look like mini rots or min pins), but she was not available to be viewed for another 2 weeks.  GOOD GAWD, I couldn't wait that long.  So I went on ahead with the first breeder with the "flawed" dogs, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom drove me out to the breaders house and we met her, she was a nice German lady, very heavy accent.  She had a Chiahuaha (i spelt that wrong) whose name was "Spike" and he lived up to his name, a mean little shit!  I viewed the 2 females of the new litter, she also had a male, but my mom wouldn't allow a male, as they tend to pee on everything.  She picked up these to very small and teeney puppies.  One was shaking really bad and kept her eyes shut (their eyes were opened by then) and her nose in the air.  My mom held that one.  The other one practically leaped out of the breaders arms into my arms.  She started licking my face and wagging her cute little tail.  I looked at mom, and she looked at me, "I knew it." She said.  We were only there to view, not buy.  I told the lady that the one I'm holding is the one I wanted, this would of been my Katie Doo Doo, I put a deposit on her that night, 50.00.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't pick her up for another 4 weeks, GOOD GAWD those 4 weeks dragged by so freaking slow!  But it did give me a chance to get the "nursery" up and ready.  LOL, the NURSERY! Which was really just a glorified dog cage with everything that a little 8 week old puppy could ever want or need!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this "special" pink blanket I had bought, for her "homecoming" this was the blanket that I would wrap her up in and bring her home in.  It was soft and cuddly.  My dad drove me out to the breader at the end of that very long 4 week stretch.  I went in and paid the breader the rest of the mula, an additional 325.00 (she went up 25.00 that she quoted me at the time of the deposite, i didn't care, i just borrowed money from dad, until we got home were I paid him back).  I handed her the blanket and she went out to the kennel and got Katie.  I was scared she wouldn't remember which one was mine, but she brought her out, and she was just as happy to see me as the first, so I knew it was her. The breeder asked me if I had a named picked out and I said "Yes, Katelyn, or Katie for short" she just looked at me like I was strange.  She said "well we've been calling her bubbles, because of her big black spots." I said cool, although I NEVER liked the name, so hince me not keeping the name!  I get into the car and my dad and I drive away, this is when Katie all the sudden didn't like me, lol.  I think she realized "Oh shit! Where's my family?!?" She did fine after that though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie got kennel cough almost immediatly after we brought her home.  If none of you have ever experienced a dog with Kennel cough it sounds just like a real baby coughing and coughing, she kept me up.  Infact I didn't sleep for almost the first 48 hours not for the cough (she didn't have it then) but because she didn't like her cage, the cage I spent a google amount of money on, and put everything she would ever need during the night in.  She wanted me, but she couldn't sleep in my bed, she wasn't potty trained yet.  I looked at my mom one morning and just cried she asked what's wrong "I don't know how mom's do it...that dog never stops crying!"  She laughed and said it would get better.  It did, until the Kennel cough set in.  Once she stopped eating all together (Katie really has NEVER been a big eater, which is strange for a weenie dog), we took her to the vet.  She got a shot of penacilin, oh that hurt my feelers, she yelped like she was being murdered, and then we were sent home with a bottle of penacilin to give to her 3 times a day.  She drank that crap right up! LOL, must of been some good shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie was and still is very babied.  She will always be my "first born" and she can never "do wrong" lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics, 1 of when she was a wee pup, and one that is somewhat recent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/missbigstuff.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/thwhatchadoing000103.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes my Jade.  Or as I call her a variety of names, "Jay Jay", "Jaders", "My fat Toad", "Stinker Head", and "Mamma's baby" (not to be confused with Katies "Mamma's Girl"), Jay Jay an Stinker Head are the most to common names I call her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade was born on October 13th 2005 (she's almost 1 year!), to a woman who's dogs had an OOPS, which was the secong OOPS in 9 months that they had, lol.  Guess they couldn't keep their little paws off each other!  This lady is the Aunt of my supervisor, and I saw one of the puppies from the first litter when her mom adopted one a black and tanned one, it was so stinking cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been living in my apartment for about 3 months and Katie was lonesome, and needed a friend.  My parents thought it was a VERY bad idea to have 2 dogs in such a small place, but I couldn't bare to leave Katie there at home all alone anymore.  Pluse my mom thought that Katie would act out if I got another dog, feeling like she wasn't loved or wanted anymore.  I took this in consideration, as I told my friend I was interesting in the solid black puppy, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade was my free puppy, I got her when she was barely 6 weeks, and barely wwined from her fat momma! Who she looks like now, fat!  Jade was not as much babied as Katie was, I guess I'm a true parent, lol.  I doted over my first but not so much over my second.  She too had a "special" pink cuddly blanket one that said "i love my mommy" in the corner, and she too was brought home in that blanket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade was much better sleeping in the cage at night then Katie.  I don't know what it was but she did much better.  She did cry, but I would just open the door and put her up on the "special" bed i made for her next to my head, and calmed her down, and we would all sleep in the bed.  She never did make a mess in the bed when she was that young, but I had her one 2 baby blankets and a plastic sheet so it wouldn't ruin anything, lol, just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jade was about 5 months old she got parvo, in which I thought she had all her shots, well I was TOLD she had all her shots.  Damn vet.  She was a very sick sick puppy.  She had an emergency trip to the vets on a sunday mid morning, and I cried all the way there and all the way back.  Dogs who get parvo are not likely to survive such a horrible disease.  I thought that was the last time I would see her again.  The vet told me to come back Monday after work to see how she was doing.  I did so, I wasn't allowed to see her as she was in Isolation, and battling to survive, I gave the vet her beloved bunny (really a soft bunny that was a rattle, a real babies rattle), and asked her if she would please give it to Jaders.  She was very willing to do so.  She told me to come back Tuesday after work to see how she was doing.  I did and when I walked in the receptionist said "Oh you're Jade's mom aren't you?" and I said "Yes, how is she?" and she said "Doing wonderful, I'll go get her, just go to the patient room and I'll bring her to you"  I did and when she brought my precious little girl in Jade's ears purked up and her tail started wagging and she wiggled out of the receptionist arms to get to me.  I reached for her and she peed all over the side of my shirt, I didn't mind though.  She was hooked up to an IV bag.  The vet came and said she was on her way to recovery, but she would need to stay another night or 2 in the hospital to ensure that she didn't have a set back.  I got her home that Wednesday night.  Katie was even happier than I was to have Jade back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade was my freebie but that trip to the vets was 500.00, that hurt, it hurt alot, but it would hurt even more if she wasn't here with us today.  Then 2 weeks later she had to have her "female surger" that was another 150.00 but Ididn't want to be a grandma at the age of 26 so it had to be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade got her name from the lady's children (the one that her little doggies had the OOPS) they were Bratz fanatics.  I liked the name, so I kept it.  I was originally going to name her Raven, because of her being all black.  But I liked Jade better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of Jade, one from her first night with mommy (i'm not holding her my best friend Laura's mom is holding her) and one that is recent, and you can see where I call her "My fat toad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/jade01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/fattoad01023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my children very much...and would not give them up for the world! I wish more people loved their children and their "children" in our day and age, that meaning BOTH the human kind and the furry kind, but unfortuniatly they don't and I feel so bad for those children (both types) who aren't loved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my Bob Barker's quote "Please have your pets spade and nueatared (ispelt that wrong)". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it took me until 8:15 pm to post type all this...I really need to type faster!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115992491023933750?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115992491023933750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115992491023933750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115992491023933750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115992491023933750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-children.html' title='My &quot;Children&quot;'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115989609989850538</id><published>2006-10-03T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:21:39.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup!</title><content type='html'>HEHEHE I just love not being creative on titles..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has happened again, some sick man took his lived grudges out on innocent victims.  What is our world coming to?  And to do it against such very carying, god loving, individuals? Really who kills the Amish? Really who ever has had a beaf with an Amish person?  I don't understand.  I guess he didn't do it because they were Amish it was just out of convience, and did it because he had thoughts of molesting again.  Um...okay.  I don't understand people these days.  It just sickens me and saddens my heart that there are people out their that would actually do such a thing.  3 times in the past week this has happened, we need to somehow put a stop to it, but I don't know what that "how" is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me NOT want to bring children into this world.  I mean with all that is going on these days, who would want to bring a life into this evil?  I know we have and will always will face evil, but this is becoming more and more ridiculous (sp?).  I just don't know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115989609989850538?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115989609989850538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115989609989850538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115989609989850538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115989609989850538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/yup.html' title='Yup!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115981144383980792</id><published>2006-10-02T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:50:43.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I depise Mondays!!</title><content type='html'>Well if it is not obvious with the title I REALLY HATE MONDAYS!!! I hate being able to sleep in for 2 days, and then am so rudely awakened by the alarm clock at 5:30 on Monday mornings...GRRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you know what I did on saturday...for the rest of the day I slept...and slept some more...I think I was tired...(no really!?!).  Then I got up and watched some tv, but I went back to bed around 9pm and slept all night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got up around 8 something in the morning, and got around and went and got coffee and some crossword scratch off lottery tickets (didn't win a darn thing) and went out to the duck pound and read some newspapers and scratched my lottery tickets and then went back home, watched some movies from Netflix, and then shampooed my carptes.  Which now smell very purdy if you ask me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed up the shampooer and the little ankle biters, and went to my parents house (The shampooer was theres).  The doggies played and played and played some more for 2 hours in the back yard.  But first I was an idiot that did no lift up on my parents back gate, and I guess a gust of wind blew it open.  3 out of the 5 dogs, Missy (my dads pointer), Abby (my mom's weenie dog), and My Miss Jade were all enjoying themselves in the front yard.  Katie and Annie (my mom's other weenie dog) were good girls and didn't go out the gate.  I was throughouly bawled out by my mother...OOPS...my bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Jade were in rare form, I forgot to take my digital camera to take pics of them prancing around in the big back yard (it's really not that big, but to them it is)!.  Although right now my computer and digital camera are seeming to have a little tiff with each other, so I'm trying to figure out what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and jade slept and slept and slept from 4:00pm to around 7pm last night, while I watched Dances with Wolves for about the millionth time. Who can not resist seeing Kevin Costner butt naked in that bathing scene?!?! Hmmm...NOT ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last 2 weeks I have had to pee like no other (WHOA TMI?!?!)  Ever time I drink something in about 5 minutes it goes right through me.  Hmmm....I don't know...I get up at least 4 times to go to the bathroom before I finally can get some sleep when I go to bed at night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, also I'm getting fat..yup fat...that's sad, GRRRR...why didn't anyone tell me that I was getting fat???!!! I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I probably better get back to work, have a GREAT MONDAY (if that is such a possibility!!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115981144383980792?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115981144383980792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115981144383980792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115981144383980792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115981144383980792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-how-i-depise-mondays.html' title='Oh How I depise Mondays!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115966353488045169</id><published>2006-09-30T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:45:34.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmhmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>For the life of me I can not come up with interesting titles these days...what's wrong with me!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 1-2 on me and J, we are together again, it's official...no more horsey footen around...we are doing this relationship thing again.  The reason why he was so slow during the week is that he didn't want to get hurt, which is understandable.  I don't either.  Saw him last night...we had a great time...we laughed and talked, and ate, it was a good time.  We both realized that if we were both so depressed the last 4 months then there was something not right with the whole situation.  Normaly one of the 2 out of the couple would of moved on by now...and neither of us had.  That was another sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents seem to be happy for me, he even told his mom too.  Which I know now that he is serious about this if he told his mom.  Both set of parents have told us just to take it slow...lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my 11 year old nephews football game today, he won 13-0, they are undefeated right now. WOOOHOO Go Dalton!!!  I will post pictures and a short video clip of a play probably tomorrow.  Right now I'm wrestleing with the fact I ate at Taco Mayo last night, and it never agrees with me, and Why i thought i had to eat it, I don't know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you all know taht I'm still alive and kicking, and give you the skinny on the whole J and Situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK YA LATER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115966353488045169?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115966353488045169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115966353488045169' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115966353488045169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115966353488045169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/mmmhmmmm.html' title='mmmhmmmm.....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115954862200926938</id><published>2006-09-29T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:50:22.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Slept Where?!?</title><content type='html'>The following are some of the worlds strangest hotels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/ariau.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariau Towers Hotel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for the acrophobic, this hotel lets you sleep in the treetops of the Amazon Rainforest. "Tarzan's house," for example, is perched on stilts, 80 feet above ground. Situated on the bank of the Negro River, Ariau's apartments, suites and tree houses are linked by a series of catwalks. Rates start at $280 per night and include meals and tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/hydropalace.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydropalace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qingdao, China &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheduled to open in 2009, the Hydropalace in Qingdao, China, will be anchored in the Yellow Sea in water that is 16 to 20 meters deep at low tide. Guests will arrive at the hotel by yacht, which will also go to a planned land-based hydrotower, scheduled to open for the 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing. Rates for suites are expected to be well above those for five-star properties. Regular rooms are to be priced in the range of other five-star properties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/icehotel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Hotel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebec, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ice Hotel is created anew each year out of 15,000 pounds of snow and 500 pounds of ice. The 34-room hotel features an ice chapel, two art galleries and a host of outdoor activities. The temperature inside the hotel ranges from 23 to 28 degrees Fahrenheit and the beds are carved from ice. Happily, the bathrooms are not--the heated facilities are in the adjacent hotel. The hotel is open from January to April, with rates starting at about $175 per night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/julesundersealodge.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules Undersea Lodge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Largo, Fla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This former research lab is located underwater in a tropical mangrove habitat, and guests must scuba dive 21 feet to get to the main lobby. It can accommodate up to six guests, and each air-conditioned room features a 42-inch window in the water. The dining room has custom mermaid and "mer-man" tables. Our only question: Where's the pool? Rates range from $250 to $395 per night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115954862200926938?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115954862200926938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115954862200926938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115954862200926938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115954862200926938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-slept-where.html' title='You Slept Where?!?'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115937248347547549</id><published>2006-09-27T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:54:43.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just more stuff..</title><content type='html'>Boy I love my interesting titles these days, don't you?  Well again nothing to really post about, but I figured I'd better post something :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I layed on my bed at a little bit before 6pm and fell asleep around 7:30 the dogs starting barking the ever living heads off and I woke up.  Sad part is, I didn't know I was asleep!  I got up rummaged through the house let the dogs out and then went back to bed around 8pm and slept until 5:30 this morning, which was when I was all the sudden "wide awake".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cut off notice for my electric, a whole day before they were to shut it off.  Geee what a notice.  Yup, this chickie forgot to pay her bill, I'm beginning to become famous for that.  NOt that I didn't have the money for the bill, I did, just that I forgot.  But you would think they would give you some more time other than 1 day!  Pfftt..o'well I turned the money in today before work, and mailed off my 3 netflix movies, in hopes to get new ones for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving down to the City Hall (to pay my forgotten electric bill) and the sunrise this morning was so beautiful!  It was a rosey pink and the clouds were outlined in lavendar (my favorite color by the way).  It was such a peacefull morning.  I think I'm gonna start getting up early in the mornings and walking the pups to enjoy such beautiful sunrises!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 more minutes left until lunch, my lunches moved up an hour, I'm not hungry at 11 in the morning, lol.  But you gotta do what you gotta do.  I have to pee something fierce, and I can't until lunch.  LOL..I KNOW you just wanted to know that!  Other than what I have posted there is nothing much more to post right now at this moment.  I am so boring these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***While writing this post I killed 2 spiders that somehow got under my purse...can we say YUCKIE!!!!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115937248347547549?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115937248347547549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115937248347547549' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115937248347547549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115937248347547549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-more-stuff.html' title='Just more stuff..'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115929158393559934</id><published>2006-09-26T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:26:23.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stuff..</title><content type='html'>So, well, I really don't have much to blog about.  The J situation is going slower than a snail on speed, so nothing new there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying out  new TV shows these past couple of weeks.  I'm not really into watching new stuff, but all my other shows have been cancelled or they have done 10 years of the same story line that they went off air :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like "The Class" it's funny and cute !  Just around my mentality rate, lol.  I tried "Heroes" last night, for the first episode ever I thought it was good, although I'm lost...and Well being lost in this kind of show is not good, lol.  I watched the season opener of ER last week, and the way they ended again i was like "oh hell no!" damn them ER bastards!  I also started watching America's Next Top Model, there was a chic from Derby, Ks on there, she didn't make it to the 13 that are running for the damn "i'm hot" crown.  But non-the-less I liked the show.  I like Tyra Banks the best, forget all them ditzy modeling peeps! LOL.  I started watching Deal or no Deal, I want to go on that some day!  I wouldn't even push the envelope banker offers me anything over 30,000 i'm done, and going home.  That's enough to pay off bills and put down on a house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching Desperate Housewives (reruns) every saturday on Lifetime, this show dragged me into...and I screamed the whole way, now i'm stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...other than that, that is all I have to post....envy me yet?!? Thought so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115929158393559934?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115929158393559934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115929158393559934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115929158393559934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115929158393559934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-stuff_26.html' title='Just stuff..'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115920055859393851</id><published>2006-09-25T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:09:18.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Chainsaw : The Beginning</title><content type='html'>I'm so there!!!! 10/06/06!!!! (Anybody want to go with me?!?! I'm going to bville to watch it (bville is bartlesville oklahoma...) because their theatre is the best and closest one around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1194171126&amp;type=video&amp;cp=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1194171126&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115920055859393851?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115920055859393851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115920055859393851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115920055859393851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115920055859393851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/texas-chainsaw-beginning.html' title='Texas Chainsaw : The Beginning'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115919612878639159</id><published>2006-09-25T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:20:18.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap up</title><content type='html'>Friday Night - I pull up into my drive way and my dad is out in my yard with his weed eater just waking away on the tall ass grass I have accumalated these past coupld of months (hmmm...my landlords man isn't doing his job, so my 70 year old father has to do it...not right I don't think), and my mother was parked by the curb.  I was like hmm...wonder why they are here...I get out of the truck and my mom is already up by my passenger side door (she's freaking fast!). She had a bowl of food in her hand (THANK GOD I HAVE NOTHING TO EAT!!).  And she said "Lets go upstairs and put this in your refridgerator"...I just looked at her and said "Um..my house is a complete disaster area (I have neglected cleaning for a long time (maybe a week or so) and I was embarrased for her to go in).  She said "Well lets go inside anyways." I shrugged my shoulders and said "Okay follow me into the apartement from hell." I opened my door and the first thing I saw was the tub of laundry not there...I knew she had cleaned the apartment just by opening my door.  I turned around and stated "You cleaned my house!" And I looked around in awe.  She said yes, and I followed her back to my bedroom, and there was this new queen sized bed in it.  I said "is that mine?" and she said (the comedian she is) "No it's ours we just though You would like to see it before we take it to our house.  Of course it's yours!"  I was like OMG!  I had a new bed!!! Then she said "lets go to the garage." So I followed her to the garage and I opened it up and there was sitting a brand new washer and dryer!! I flipped, i normally  never flipp out but i did.  YOu know i was spending over a 100 dolalrs a month at the laundry mat!?!? This would so be worth it.  I thanked my mom and dad and they left.  Friday night I did 2 loads of laundry in my new washer and dryer (clothes taht were already clean just because I could!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Nothing much to say did another load of laundry (EHEHE) and I slept like a freaking baby on my new bed...i didn't want to get out of it!!! Saturday night went to a going away party/dinner at a bar and grill for one of our employees at work it was fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! I had a headache most of the day, I did got J's house, but he as Rachel would say had Male PMS and I wasn't about to stay there while he was grumpy!! So i left and went home, took some migraine medicine and went to sleep, at 4 in the afternoon, yeah I know EARLIER.  I left the windows in my room open and well it was 45 degrees this morning in my room FREAKING CALLL MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning - I got to ride behind a pick up truck that had 2 sheep in the back and their rear ends were facing me, it was a sight I'm telling ya.  I think he was taking them to get butchered, I almost started crying.  I'm not against killing for food, but it doesn't mean I don't get soft hearted when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well IN GOOD NEWS Miss LA at work quit friday!!! WOOHOO FREAKING PARTY CENTRAL MAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have a nice Crappy Monday (all mondays are crappy!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Check Ya later!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115919612878639159?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115919612878639159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115919612878639159' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115919612878639159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115919612878639159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap up'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115903546794686264</id><published>2006-09-23T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:04:19.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy "27th" Birthday Rach!</title><content type='html'>Today is my 'big sisters' &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelsdiarytoday.blogspot.com/"&gt; Rachels Diary &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  birthday.  Happy birthday girl!!! Keep it real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-graphics.com title='Myspace Graphics'&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/10/10187ky8mc0anka.gif width=160 height=140 alt='myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics' 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/25001171-115903546794686264?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115903546794686264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115903546794686264' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115903546794686264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115903546794686264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-27th-birthday-rach.html' title='Happy &quot;27th&quot; Birthday Rach!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115902773555948567</id><published>2006-09-23T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:08:55.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being silly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: black;" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3" align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;70% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;10% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;5% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;5% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofamericanenglishdoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.&lt;br /&gt;You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Fantastic Karma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/fantastic-karma.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.&lt;br /&gt;And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/"&gt;How's Your Karma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115902773555948567?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115902773555948567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115902773555948567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115902773555948567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115902773555948567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-being-silly.html' title='Just being silly...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115889066073692549</id><published>2006-09-21T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:04:20.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT WOOT</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not a train, but thanks for thinking that I'm that big (EHEHEHEHE).  Well, something happened tonight, something good.  Something that I didn't think would ever happen.  Um....J and I are getting back together...Yup you heard me we are getting back together.  We actually sat down tonight and talked, over at his house, not mine.  His house was actually CLEAN i almost had a stroke!!!  It was clean, nothing lieing around on the floor, no cups or pop cans or plates anywhere! I was amazed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked and um other stuff, but I won't get into that.  When I got back home I messaged him stating "what was tonight? So I'm clear about everything and don't get the wrong asumption?" He said "I think it was us getting back together." and then earlier he said this "It wasn't just you that was a fault with what happened, there were two people." My jaw dropped to the floor!  OH MY FREAKING GOD!!! What the hell happened to him? Was he struck in the head??? I don't know...but all I can say is that we are back together.  Which does make me happy!  And he's like a different person, woot woot!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all ER is about on.   Leave me your comments :) I'm in the BEST MOOD EVA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115889066073692549?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115889066073692549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115889066073692549' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115889066073692549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115889066073692549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/woot-woot.html' title='WOOT WOOT'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115886616506264197</id><published>2006-09-21T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:16:05.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "real" blonde roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6935/2603/1600/1stdayofschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6935/2603/320/1stdayofschool.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for rachel :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115886616506264197?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115886616506264197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115886616506264197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115886616506264197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115886616506264197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-real-blonde-roots.html' title='My &quot;real&quot; blonde roots'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115886500640582890</id><published>2006-09-21T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:56:51.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Susan Moments...</title><content type='html'>Okay, lets see what I have in store for all of you lovely people today? Hmmm...again hmmmm....okay....sigh....hmmm....I think my brain just farted...yeah, you really wanted to know that huh?!? LOL GO ME Go ME.  Yes, I have totally lost my mind, if you find it can you please give it back?  I don't think you want it, it's not worth much...maybe a few brain cells left in there but that's all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, Yes, now I remember...no i don't...CRAPOLA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sits here and stews over what the hell she was going to type*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll need to rethink this and get back with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115886500640582890?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115886500640582890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115886500640582890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115886500640582890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115886500640582890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-susan-moments.html' title='Random Susan Moments...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115880674821067761</id><published>2006-09-20T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:45:48.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Houses</title><content type='html'>Okay I went to my girls Barngoddess web page and did that past life thing...here's what mine said, which to me is not that far fetched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diagnosis:&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; I do not know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.&lt;br /&gt;You were born somewhere around territory of modern New Guinea approximately on 1050.&lt;br /&gt;Your profession was medic, surgeon, herbalist.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Your brief psychological profile in that past life:&lt;br /&gt;You had mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Environment often misunderstood him, but respected his knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lesson, that your last past life brought to present:&lt;br /&gt;Your lesson -- to study, to practice and to use wisdom, enclosed in psychological sciences, and in ancient manuscripts. With strong faith and hard work you will reach your real destiny in present life.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; Now you remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I went to that page on Barngoddess blog and was really totally freaked out with the music....I about wet my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a freshman in college and only 18 years old, G and I were still engaged and all was honky dory with that, we participated in a haunted house...he was a werewolf and I was a bloody girl who got chased through the unexpecting audience of people by a chainsaw maniac, I was the only girl who lived in my group..hehe, (one night I played a girl chained to  wall awaiting her execution.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last night I followed our last group of people out, scary the beejesus out of them, it was great!  I started walking back towards the front of the building, the whole entire time the Theme to Holloween was playing as loudly as it could (it was a maze and that was the song that played over and over and over in that room, we had a total of 10 rooms plus a maze at the end it was awesome!).  I was trying to weed my way through the ceiling to floor maze that was lined with black trash bag type material.  I felt something in front of me, thinking it was G looking for me I said "Hey you, are you trying to scare me? Well it's not gonna work, I'm scareless, don't forget I know everyone in here." Then i felt someone tap me on the shoulder, I turned around, but of course I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black.  "okay this is NOT funny! Let me through damnit" I said.  Then all the sudden this light (flashlight) came on and in front of me was Michael Myers looking at me with his head tilted, you know the way he does it in the movies, I screamed my f'in head off.  I turned around forgetting about the "someone" behind me and bumped into them, then another light (another flashlight) came on and this one was Freddy Krugar and he was flashing his knives for fingers at me.  I screamed and dropped to the floor into a fetal position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying and saying "Please go away please go away...please go away...you're not real you're not real" then all the lights in the building came on and all my friends and the participants of the haunted house jumped out and said "GOTCHA YA!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was so flipping mad!!! But looking back I bet that was some seriously funny shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See these two people Shannon ( a guy) and the cheerleading coach for the college had went to joplin and bought relistic masks they each cost over 100 bucks and man o man i sure the hell felt like I was in Hallowee/Nightmare!  I will never to this day ever forget that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always to this day get followed by a Michael Myers if there is one at a haunted house, and somehow they all know that Michael really wigs my crap out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my story, and I have many of those moments if anyone ever wants to hear them !! I'm a wimp in haunted houses!! LOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115880674821067761?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115880674821067761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115880674821067761' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115880674821067761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115880674821067761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/haunted-houses.html' title='Haunted Houses'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115880519059269208</id><published>2006-09-20T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:19:50.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>I go the following off my mail on myspace, the last one made me tear up...and you all know me, nothing makes me tear up!!! My cold heart must be thawing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What does Love mean? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of professional people posed this question to a group of &lt;br /&gt;4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could &lt;br /&gt;have imagined. See what you think: &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and &lt;br /&gt;paint her toenails anymore. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his &lt;br /&gt;hands got arthritis too. That's love." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8 &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is &lt;br /&gt;different. &lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a &lt;br /&gt;boy puts on shaving &lt;br /&gt;cologne and they go out and smell each other." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5 &lt;br /&gt;_______________________________ &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your &lt;br /&gt;French fries without making them give you any of theirs." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a &lt;br /&gt;sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste &lt;br /&gt;is OK." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of &lt;br /&gt;kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. &lt;br /&gt;My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they &lt;br /&gt;kiss" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Emily - age 8 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop &lt;br /&gt;opening presents and listen." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Bobby - age 7 (Wow!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a &lt;br /&gt;friend who you hate," &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears &lt;br /&gt;it everyday." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Noelle - age 7 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are &lt;br /&gt;still friends even after they know each other so well." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I &lt;br /&gt;looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and &lt;br /&gt;smiling. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "My mommy loves me more than anybody . &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of &lt;br /&gt;chicken." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says &lt;br /&gt;he is handsomer than Robert Redford." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Chris - age 7 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him &lt;br /&gt;alone all day." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her &lt;br /&gt;old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and &lt;br /&gt;little stars come out of you." (what an image) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Karen - age 7 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't &lt;br /&gt;think it's gross." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But &lt;br /&gt;if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Jessica - age 8 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;________________________________ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once &lt;br /&gt;talked about a contest he was asked to judge. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor &lt;br /&gt;was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old &lt;br /&gt;gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the &lt;br /&gt;little boy said, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115880519059269208?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115880519059269208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115880519059269208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115880519059269208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115880519059269208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115877697399001408</id><published>2006-09-20T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:29:34.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template...</title><content type='html'>I had to switch the template b/c of the other one giving me so much grief...GRRRR....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115877697399001408?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115877697399001408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115877697399001408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115877697399001408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115877697399001408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-template.html' title='New Template...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115877445348972776</id><published>2006-09-20T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:09:43.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall...Leaves...10 lbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it's fall and the leaves are coming down off the tree's, which is nothing new they've been doing that since late july, because of the extremem heat and no rain, but they are changing colors YIPPEE!!!  I love fall.  Fall is my favorite time of the year.  I love it most when the smell outside changes, kinda like a bon fire smell, I guess that would be when peoples chimney's are going, lol, i'm a nerd.  We have this path in our town that you can walk on and it is in this big wooded area, it's creepy but so beuatiful at the same time.  I will most deffianlty be going there once the trees really do start chaning colors, and this time I will not sprain my ankle like I did last year, and almost crack my head open.  Jade's first birthday is comeing up in a couple of weeks, she gets to have a big bone just for her, for her birthday.  I even got her a doggy tee that sayd "Puppy's first birthday" at the PetSmart, yes I'm that OBSSESSED about my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other not so good news, how the hell did i gain 10 pounds in 1 week?!?!? Is that even freaking possible!?!?! 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It's pretty slow today (watch I say that it will stary picking up), and right now I'm on lunch.  Just had a roast beef w/cheddar cheese and mayo on a wheat hoagie,and some funyuns.  God, i haven't had funyuns in years!  I'm forcing myself to eat it...because of the fact I have another tooth ache and Know that I need to keep somethign in my tummy.  The dentist will call in a script for antibotics for my tooth today..YEAH, more money spent that I don't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you for all of you SO sweet comments!  They were truly nice to read, thank you so much!  I don't know about that making money comment, still trying to decide where the heck that came from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank my Chica Laura, she came over yesterday.  She said this "Get off your butt get dressed I'm taking you out to eat." and I looked up at her and said "i already ate :( " so I went with her and I had a diet pepsi and she had her grilled stuff burrito :)  Then we went to macdonalds and I had an Ice Cream cone and she had a small Chocolate milk shake, then we went back to my apartmenet and watched "Center Stage" a movie that we both seen like 100 million times, but we still watched it, I did the dishes because I had to do them or they would get done.  I still have pots to do.  SHe left at 5pm, and then I layed down and took a nap, and then watched Poseidon, which was and EXCELLENT movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in better spirits, I can't turned my moods off and on like a switch, this is something I'm gonna have to work on, or at least get chemical help for, don't know which one I'm gonna do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank you all again for the lovely thoughts and comments, and I'm so sorry I'm such a bummer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115860118619800425?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115860118619800425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115860118619800425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115860118619800425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115860118619800425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115846496319368544</id><published>2006-09-16T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:49:23.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: BELOW WILL NOT MAKE SENSE...It's  a PITTY PARTY</title><content type='html'>Okay, as I stated yesterday I was supposed to hang out with J today, or tonight.  It didn't happen.  No, I didn't break off the "hangingout" engagement, he did.  I got this story stating that he had to work a full shift last night, and he would be to tired to hang out today.  Well I see on his Yahoo messenger that his been idle for 4 hours...well...um...that doesn't seem like tired to me.  I don't know why I ever asked him to hang out.  It's never going to work out between us, so why do I even bother?  Why do I even bother asking anyone to hang out, they never want to.  I feel like I'm the "black plague" and everyone is trying to get away from me.  This feeling really hasn't just popped up, it's been like this for most of my life since I passed the elementary age. With the exception of Laura, and Diana (but unfortunately I can't hang out with her she's 28 hrs away), I really don't have much friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura has always been there for me, whenever I needed a friend, or a sister, or a shoulder to cry on.  I am so thankful for that.  My funk really started the beginning of the 8th grade with my soul sister moved, which would be Diana.  I know the transition was hard for her as well.  We missed each other something terribly.  It's hard when the person you hung out with everyday since the 1st grade has to move so terribly far away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day she moved, just like it was yesterday.  My mom drove me over to her house to say our goodbyes.  Oh what a tearful one it was, we weren't the only 2 crying.  We sobbed and hugged each other like there was no tomorrow.  I gave her a christmas tree watch, and I had one too.  Her mom started crying my mom started crying, and they really didn't know each other.  But it was like they were loosing a second daughter for the both of them.  I mean Diana and I didn't really spend 1 day apart from each other, yes, we had our fights, and quarrels, but we really did make up like friends do.  She moved that night.  I was alone.  I had Laura then too, but she lived out in the country and I just couldn't go out there and see here when I wanted, so basically I was alone.  I don't know if Laura remembers the funk that I was in following the departure of Diana, but like I said I do.  One day I had something really exciting to call Diana about, I don't remember now what it was, but, in my thirteen year old mind it was something MAJOR.  One to really never talk on the phone (still not) I picked up the phone and dialed her number, not thinking, some how I really thought that she would pick up the phone.  All I got was the disconnected number message.  I sat there in my room crying, I cried forever that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends I would go out into the backyard and sit on the swing and read.  I read alot that fall and winter, more than I really ever did. My mom now tells me that she used to watch me out the kitchen window and not knowing what to do for me.  That was the first time I experienced depression.  I was this way for the first 6 months after Diana moved.  I know she went through the same, she has told me.  High school was a little better I did hang out with Laura, not every day, except in school.  But then I picked up with the "wrong" crowd, I tried so hard to stay close to everyone, but one crowd was not excepting to the other.  It was kinda difficult.  Then the summer before my Sophmore year Laura moved.  Not far only 14 miles from town, but that entailed her to have to go to a new school, and there I was again, at a loss.  14 miles isn't far, but it is when you can't drive it yourself, and have to rely on your parents to drive you there, and I only got to see Laura every so often.  It was hard, Like I said Laura was there for me whenever I needed her, and with her so far away (a whole 14 miles) I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a car, my permit, then my license, switched schools, because all my "wrong' friends were pregnant, and somehow my mom thought that if I drank after them I would become pregnant too.  So I went to the same school Laura went to.  Oh those were the days.  I had friends, I hung out, I got my first real boyfriend, whom I dated for 5 years, he was truly my first love, not anymore, lol, I'm over him...lol.  So life was grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura got married out of high school, and I didn't see her much anymore :(  But I had G (my man at the time), and we were inseperateable...we did everything together and were together almost 24/7.  I didn't see home very much through those years, I hardly spoke to my mother, and when i did we would have full out yelling matches. Then G took this girl to a concert, my favorite band, which he mysteriously "forgot" to buy me a ticket.  Then I found out he too her, and Yes I knew who "her" was.  I got so mad, I went to his work place waited outside by his car and then when I got into his car i just blurted out "do you want to date her?" the look he gave me was priceless, lol.  It was that "oh shit" look.  He said that he didn't want to date her, I yelled and I cried, (i really never cried infront of him, I don't cry in front of a lot of people).  I said "okay fine, lets just forget about this, and move one from here." he said 'okay" and that was that.  So, I thought.  The next day I couldn't get ahold of him, I finally just left a voicemail on his machine to come by Staples (where I worked at the time) after 8pm which was when I was to get off work.  He did, that's when my life again fell to pieces.  I yelled and I screamed again in the middle of staples parking lot.  All he did was sit in his brand new mustang and smoke one cigeratte after another not saying a word.  I asked him "Do you want to date her?" again, and this time he looked up at me, not with the 'oh shit' look but the look that all girls know as "yes", and said "I don't know what I want right now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my ears, what?!?! Which is what i said (lol).  "So you are saying that you are going to through this almost 5 year relationship down the tubes (we had a date set for the wedding, go figure it was May 26th, the same date I had on my invitations for this last wedding, when I get married finally, It will be no where NEAR the month of MAY!!) for a jolly with her?" I asked he looked at me and didn't say anything, which gets on my nerves still to this day, say something you TWIT.  "This is because I got fat isn't it?' i asked, he said "no, i'm not like that and you know it." and i came back with "well you are dumping your "pig of a girlfriend" for "miss twig", so what am I supposed to think?" that was that, his last words to me were this "please don't do anything to yourself." and left.. WHAT?!?! I'm not a guy, i don't go "if you break up with me I'm gonna kill myself." I was so upset and distrout.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking through the door to the pool room in Laura's my and stepdad's house.  I remember her stepbrother saying "hi susan." and her Step dad saying something but don't remember what.  I'm sure I said "high" back I don't remember.  I just walked through the pool room into the dinning room and into the living room.  Laura said "SUSIE'S....here." She was so excited that I was there, but then she saw the tears in my eyes, and she got up off the couch and I said "we broke up" . I don't remember much after that, i was in a fog.  I remember I stayed in my pajama's for 3 days straight, and didn't go to work, stayed in bed for the 3 whole days.  I told my mom I was sick, but she knew better.  She finally broke down and came in and asked me what was wrong.  I started crying again, which was what I was doing for 3 days, but alone.  It was like a movie, she sat on my bed and I grabbed her, which I think she was surprised, we didn't get along well at this time.  And I just cried and cried, and stated "i don't know what to do with my life now mom.  He was my life" She and Laura were there for me through that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the part my mom didn't know about.  I was late, yes that late, Laura knew.  It wasn't unusal for me to be late, but this was a different kind of "late".  I've had those "late" spells about probably 5 times in my life.  Laura knew about this, because I remember the last date of what would of made me "late" happening, and this wasn't right.  I was extremely "late".  I never did go get a test I didn't want to know.  I mean um, what was I gonna tell him.  The girl he dumped me for died 3 days later in a car accident, and we hadn't talked.  So what would I say or do, if i was "late" for a reason then was I supposed to go and call him and say "I'm late" that didn't seem like the something to do.  So I didn't do anything but sit at Laura's house and worrie.  I was late for i don't remember how long, I don't know if Laura remembers how long either.  But it seemed like an eternity, it wasn't the few days or a week "late" it was longer.  I remember that Thanksgiving passed (we broke up in late october) and still no since of that special monthly time for me.  I think it was shortly after my birthday (which is in december) that it finally came.  It was the most painful period i have had in my whole entire life, and I have some extreme period problems (spare you the details).  I don't know if it was just because it was so long for me to get it, or if it was actually something else entirely differently.  But that as I stated was most painful period I have ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Laura was there for me, and I was there for her when she and her ex was going through hard times, but I don't think I was very much help.  I can't seem to handle other peoples emotional problems as a friend should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very long post and I'm sorry, and no, I'm not done yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late again this summer, the same kind of late.  I really thought I was pregnant, I would of been J's, we did and "oops" type 2 times.  I again didn't get a test, but this time it wasn't because "i didn't want to know" it was because if it said no i wasn't that would of been way to painful.  I was 1 1/2 weeks late this time finally I broke down and got a test, I took it it was negative.  But again I still didn't think that was right.  I had all the signs of pregnancy or what I thought at the time as that.  So I took the test again (it had 2) and it still said no, and I was so bummed out.  The next day I started.  I was 2 weeks late, but this period was just that, nothing unusual with this one.  I was crushed on this one.  I deep down wanted that "baby" even if there wasn't one.  Laura knows this too, in a way it was good not to be, I am not finacial stable or emotionally stable at this time to have a little one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always stated that I don't want children.  Well, that is beginning to change, I do want children.  I want to expeirence the whole pregnancy, the morning sickness, ALL of it.  I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this was A LOT of stuff to jumble up into one post...I guess what I'm trying to get at is this...I'm going down that rode to where all I want to do is sleep.  I have no desire to even eat, I force myself to do that, that has been for about the last 3 days.  I wasn't like this in the beginning of the week, I was starving the beginning of the week, but since Wendesday evening, I just have no desire to eat, I sleep all the time, but really not sleep, it's that restless kind of sleep.  Every dream I have is of me having this "baby" that I know I probably won't ever have.  Because in order to get that "one" man for the rest of my life, i have to um..be social, and I'm just not the "social butterfly" as I really wish I was.  I'm not happy with the way I looke, i'm fat, and I'm ugly.  That's the way I feel.  I don't know.  Maybe being a woman in her almost late twenties (god, I'm almost in my late 20's only 2 more months and I'm there, how depressing) not in a relationship, no money, no insurance, a job that pretty much is going no where, and one that I may not have after the new year (long story on that too), I can't afford to move, I'm totaly beyong broke.  I have 1 dollar, and it is only 3 days after payday.  I have no food in my house other than a couple cans of soup, and some romain noodles, and dog food.  SO right now my life pretty much sucks ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIth that said I think I'm gonna go to sleep now, and I think i'm gonna sleep all day tomorrow.   Since that is what I've been doing most of the last 3 days to begin with (no I didn't no get my list done, I have only done 1 thing on that list which is laundry, because of the fact I would of had nothing to wear on monday for sucky ass work).  I really need to do the dishes...I don't want to.  I do need to sweep dust and shampoo my carpets, I don't want to do that either.  Bed just seems to overcome all that.  See this is the path I didn't want to go down...and I am on it, and you know I really don't want to get off it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I have had my monthly Pitty Party I'm going to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115846496319368544?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115846496319368544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115846496319368544' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115846496319368544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115846496319368544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/warning-below-will-not-make-senseits.html' title='WARNING: BELOW WILL NOT MAKE SENSE...It&apos;s  a PITTY PARTY'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115833337181095260</id><published>2006-09-15T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:16:12.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stuff..</title><content type='html'>Well i'm off today *Does the HAPPY SNOOPY DANCE* (thanks Felinefrisky!! I love it) i have several tasks that will need to be done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wash the mountain of dishes that seemed to appear in my sink over night.  GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;2. Totally clean the apartment top to bottom and spray one more time for icky spiders.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo the carpets.&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch my 3 limited editions Star Wars movies I bought last night (i'm a nerd)&lt;br /&gt;5. Take pups to vet to get their shots..YUCKIE&lt;br /&gt;6. Pay my enormous electric bill...GRRR&lt;br /&gt;7. DO laundry&lt;br /&gt;8. Find something to wear for tomorrow and figure out how i'm gonna fix my hair...yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;9.  Take a nap (lol)&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to the town I work in for a high school football game, one of my coworkers little girl with be dancing with the cheerleaders..how stinkin cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am gonna DO Everything on my list...so I really don't have a day "off" blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/retard.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this photo released by the Mesa Police Department, Heather Kane is shown. Kane, 22, was arrested Tuesday, Sept. 12, 2006, and booked for investigation of conspiracy to commit murder, Mesa Detective Jerry Gissel said. Kane was arrested after she met with what turned out to be an undercover Mesa police detective at a grocery store. Court records show she gave the officer $400 and offered to pay an additional $100 once a woman who appeared on her boyfriend's MySpace.com Web page was killed, police said. (AP Photo/Mesa Police Department) Email Photo Print Photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that she is retarded! And for to really think that she was going to hire someone for 500.00 to kill someone just proves my point that she is retarded!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115833337181095260?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115833337181095260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115833337181095260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115833337181095260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115833337181095260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-stuff.html' title='Just stuff..'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115820204001913478</id><published>2006-09-13T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:47:20.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid life crisis?!?!</title><content type='html'>I was over at Barngoddess page and she posted about a mid life crisis...well i had originally posted this over on my myspace page...and I thought that I would share with the rest of you of this...Barngoddess, you are not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 10, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ?!? Mid-Life Crisis?!? &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  contemplative &lt;br /&gt;Category: Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as my title states, I'm having a Mid-Life crisis, and um..I'm not even in my mid life yet.  This sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I all the sudden just want to up and leave the 'Ville (this would be bad?!?!) and move to Washington state, because 1. it is a beautiful state, and 2. my bestest friend in the whole world (besides laura, who doesn't even think to get a myspace well infact neither does Diana, pfftt...on you bitches!! LOL)Diana, lives there.  I miss her something terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I discuss this with my parents last weekend over the holiday (it wasn't much of a holiday...although I did get a 3 day weekend, woohoo!).  The response I got out of my mother was not the one I was expecting, and bracing myself for.  I was expecting, the whole 9 yards, you know that whys and shouldn'ts of going.  But, instead, I got this, "Well, that's a awful long ways away, you know your dad and I won't ever make it up there, but if you think you can handle coming back only 1 or 2 times a year, go for it."  *hmmm Scratching my head*  This IS NOT MY MOTHER...I almost looked at her and asked "Um...where did the Mother I grew up with go?" But I didn't want to ruin a good thing, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm sitting here in my little ass apartment thinking, how in the hell am I going to to pull this off?  You see when I went away to college, mind you it was only 2 1/2 hours away, I couldn't even stay the whole week I had to come home on the weekends, not because I missed the fam, so much, well yes, what can I say it was because I missed the fam...I'm so TOTALLY a family person!! I'm wierd, I can't do anything on my own...lol...and I'm 26 almost 27, this is really sad, I really need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, back to my mid-life crisis.  I want to totally change my looks, like hair, weight ect. Well who doesn't? You may ask, good question you.  But this is NOT me, any one of my friends and co-workers (who are my friends , luv ya girlies! they all are on my friends list, lol) know this isn't me.  I don't just "do things to do them" but um...I am about to totally change the way I look, well at least hair wise, I can't loos 75 pounds over night, damn I'd be rich if I could find out away though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like gonna move tomorrow or anything, that is something you have to have MONEY for, and that is something I'm lacking...damnit! I can't seem to save a penny, it sucks.  I like get my pay check, and BAM, it's gone in 2 days.  Damn bills, I HATE EM.  Anyways, I will eventually do this transition to a new state across the country, move 28 hours away, but right now I just can't.  It's seeing everyone doing what they really want to do, kinda gets to me, I need to be that person who can "do something just to do it" instead of being the person who always takes the "safe route".  I'm so lame sometimes, I say "live life, and have fun while you can" but yet, I don't do it myself.  GRRRRR....maybe I just need to get up and move....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115820204001913478?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115820204001913478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115820204001913478' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115820204001913478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115820204001913478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/mid-life-crisis.html' title='Mid life crisis?!?!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115820019478092854</id><published>2006-09-13T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:16:34.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><content type='html'>Interesting title huh?!?!  Well I couldn't think up a better one, sorry! I'm having one of my "blonde" days today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO J and I are gonna "hang out" on saturday, we have not a clue as to what we are gonna do.  I don't know if this will be anything other than 2 people who used to date, just hanging out to hang out...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I really haven't "posted" in the last week or so.  There really isn't much going on, I'm still trying to overcome my recent bout with the stomach flu, which I don't know if it actually was or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept well the last couple of nights...it's was FREEZING in my house last night!! GOOD GAWD!!  I may have Friday off YIPEE.  Other than that no new news...phooey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAH TAH FOR NOW!!!  Oh I took of the Adopt an egg off the side bar, i got a dud it didn't hatch...damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115820019478092854?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115820019478092854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115820019478092854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115820019478092854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115820019478092854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/blah.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115809841872190867</id><published>2006-09-12T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:00:18.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My cubicle (the video)</title><content type='html'>i know i posted the song already once but i found the video :) it's so freaking funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=804591&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3Dde262775b1f66173a83fa74e34c0f292.804591%26cache%3D1&amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fvideo.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253F%252526ei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253Dde262775b1f66173a83fa74e34c0f292.804591%252526cache%25253D1&amp;imTitle=My%252BCubicle&amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=c2hhcnJhbGFo' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115809841872190867?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115809841872190867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115809841872190867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115809841872190867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115809841872190867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-cubicle-video.html' title='My cubicle (the video)'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115800450999980524</id><published>2006-09-11T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:55:10.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa, Nelly!</title><content type='html'>I just got pulled into an meeting with the vice president, the floor supervisor, provision supervisor, and the technical engineror (hmm..thinking that is not a word) see our engineer is leaving on Sept 29th for better and bigger things!!! CONGRATULATIONS TO HIM!! They pulled me to see if I would like to become the provisioning supervisors back up, WHOA NELLY! HOW FREAKING SWEET!!! This means that when we aren't busy I'll actually have something to do!!! SWEET!!!  I will put in new orders, changes and stuff like that SWEET AGAIN!!! Well I don't think there will a pay raise with this, but who cares, I've moved up 1/2 step wooohooo!!! Back off to work I go high hoe high hoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAH TAH for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115800450999980524?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115800450999980524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115800450999980524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115800450999980524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115800450999980524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/whoa-nelly.html' title='Whoa, Nelly!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115798999675910354</id><published>2006-09-11T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:53:16.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Not Forget!</title><content type='html'>God bless everyone today, especially the ones lost on this tragic day 5 years ago, and their loved ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123mycodes.com" target="_blank" title="Myspace Layouts"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.123mycodes.com/september11/6.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow all the things were gone&lt;br /&gt;I'd worked for all my life,&lt;br /&gt;And I had to start again&lt;br /&gt;with just my children and my wife,&lt;br /&gt;I'd thank my lucky stars&lt;br /&gt;to be living here today,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the flag still stands for freedom&lt;br /&gt;and they can't take that away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be an American&lt;br /&gt;where at least I know I'm free,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget the men who died&lt;br /&gt;who gave that right to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I gladly stand up next to you&lt;br /&gt;and defend her still today,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the lakes of Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;to the hills of Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;Across the plains of Texas&lt;br /&gt;from sea to shining sea.&lt;br /&gt;From Detroit down to Houston&lt;br /&gt;and New York to L.A.,&lt;br /&gt;There's pride in every American heart&lt;br /&gt;and it's time we stand and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be an American&lt;br /&gt;where at least I know I'm free,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget the men who died&lt;br /&gt;who gave that right to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I gladly stand up next to you&lt;br /&gt;and defend her still today,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be an American&lt;br /&gt;where at least I know I'm free,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget the men who died&lt;br /&gt;who gave that right to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I gladly stand up next to you&lt;br /&gt;and defend her still today,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the U.S.A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115798999675910354?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115798999675910354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115798999675910354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115798999675910354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115798999675910354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-will-not-forget.html' title='We Will Not Forget!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115792732896585765</id><published>2006-09-10T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:28:48.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend</title><content type='html'>Well it's Sunday, and we all know what is around the corner, ICKY MONDAY!!!  This weekend for me has not been to eventful, if you call having your head in the toilet eventful, then um...you are wierd!  I had the stomach flu (i think), and I spent most of yesterday morning and afternoon in the bathroom, I was considering making a bed in the bathtub, I didn't though.  Then I ran out of cigs and had to go to the gas station (running a 101 fever) to get cigs and 7up, when I got home I had the headache from hell, dehydration I believe, but not for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm just so totally exhausted and weak, I can hold things down so that is good, I just had an apple, it was gross, I threw the rest out, I think they have gone bad, ICK.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have been up to absolutely nothing, right now I'm sweating my butt off because it's hotter than hadies in my house, i don't know why, it's not hot outside!  And I'm not turning the air conditioning back on, lastmonths bill about gave me a heartattack!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was a very uninteresting post, and I'm sorry for that, you all have a nice day and have a great ICKY MONDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115792732896585765?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115792732896585765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115792732896585765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115792732896585765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115792732896585765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115773476160291054</id><published>2006-09-08T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:59:21.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My horoscope</title><content type='html'>Read the end of it!!! HMMM...I THINK IT'S TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING TO ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/?action=view&amp;current=sagittarius_sun_sign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/sagittarius_sun_sign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two powerful eclipses are likely to create meaningful changes in your life this month. The first is a Lunar Eclipse on September 7 in compassionate Pisces that indicates some surprises on the home front may be in store. The Moon falls in your 4th House of Roots and Family and conjuncts electric and unpredictable Uranus. Emotions may skyrocket with excitement and agitation. Restless feelings could provoke you to make sudden changes in your personal life. Members of your household may behave erratically. But this eclipse will activate breakthroughs in awareness and create a sudden awakening to new needs, desire, and possibilities that might eventually lead to a change of location or career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 22 a Solar Eclipse squaring deep, dark Pluto casts a shadow in your 10th House of Profession and Public Responsibilities. Consider cleaning up your act in this area of your life, if needed. Any secrets that you've buried could work their way to the surface. It might be hard to avoid a power struggle if you're dealing with someone who doesn't treat you fairly. There is an opportunity for you to reassert your authority now and claim more control over your public life. If you've been taking on more than your fair share of the burden, consider cutting back on your workload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115773476160291054?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115773476160291054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115773476160291054' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115773476160291054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115773476160291054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-horoscope.html' title='My horoscope'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115767303441382801</id><published>2006-09-07T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:50:34.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not die in the tub</title><content type='html'>Well i'm still alive :)  But it sure was hard to get up this morning!!!  I'm sorry I haven't visted your blogs these past couple of days, there for a while I didn't even want to turn the computer on, lol...I don't know why, but I'm making my rounds tonight :) SO BEWARE The CHIC is coming to you!!! LOL (k, i'm wierd!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115767303441382801?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115767303441382801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115767303441382801' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115767303441382801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115767303441382801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-did-not-die-in-tub.html' title='I did not die in the tub'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115759723337777404</id><published>2006-09-06T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:47:13.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burp!</title><content type='html'>EXCUSE ME!!! How rude!! Sorry, you will have to excuse my drank a$$.  LOL. I know you aren't supposed to drink by yourself, but you when you have no friends that live near you, you compromise!! Chat with them online while drinking, is that considered alone? NOPE, not to me.  (it took me 5 minutes to type that all right!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MUCH Captain morgan parott bay and pineapple juice for this chickadee!!  Not to mention lack of sleep for the past 2 nights...or food, for that matter.  What's up with me these days, don't sleep don't eat, just sit here and stare at the wall...like the flowers on my walpaper are like really sprouting and gonna grow or something?!? LOL.  i dunno...i'm in a funk, yes, again!  But I'm a drunk funk (ummm OKAY) right now :)  IT"S ALL GOOD!!! I'm goofy when I drink, no, really I am.  Can't you tell?  No really!! I AM!!! Ask anyone!?!? Okay, you got me I'm not goofy...damn, thought I fooled you for a sec!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's off to the tub, hope i don't drown, and then off to bed since I feel LIKE SLEEPING NOW!! You all have a nice evening...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115759723337777404?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115759723337777404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115759723337777404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115759723337777404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115759723337777404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/burp.html' title='Burp!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115756413191114121</id><published>2006-09-06T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:35:34.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Questions and Answers About Me</title><content type='html'>I borrowed this from Redneckgirl :) Hope she doesn't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you could change your name, would you? If so, to what? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know hat I would like my name to be, my name has grown on me more, but I hated it when I was younger!  But anything beats what my birthname was!!! EWWWIE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is one thing you'd change about yourself if you could? &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...this is a difficult question to answer, I guess it would be better money management skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What's one thing you wouldn't change about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I always try to help friends and family that are in need (hint that's why I have no money!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What's the best decision you ever made in your life?&lt;br /&gt;To move out of my parents house (another reason I have no money!) and not getting married this past May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you could have dinner with 5 people (living or dead) who would they be?&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfather&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;Brook Shields&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What's one thing you HAVE to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;Go to Disneyworld!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What's the best vacation you ever took? &lt;br /&gt;Went to Washington state to see my gal Diana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What's the best advice your mom ever gave you? &lt;br /&gt;Never depend on anyone to take care of (men or friends or family), and always wear a clean pair of underwear, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What is your biggest phobia?&lt;br /&gt;Spiders!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Who is the hottest (as in sexy) actor in Hollywood?&lt;br /&gt;Guys.....Ryan Reynolds or Scott Speedman&lt;br /&gt;Gals.......Kate Beckinsale (i think i spelt her name wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) For $100 would you pull the wings off of a butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!! My nick is butterflychic26, I would not injure a poor butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a living will or would you sign one?&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a legal living will, but I did write down what I wish to be down just in case something does happen to me...it's in an envelope in my apartment on the TV entertainment center, right where anyone can see it.  I keep it there for this reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115756413191114121?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115756413191114121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115756413191114121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115756413191114121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115756413191114121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/12-questions-and-answers-about-me.html' title='12 Questions and Answers About Me'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115755022031143740</id><published>2006-09-06T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:43:40.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Suri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/suri.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click below to read part of the article (i have no money but somehow I'm gonna pull it out of my butt to go get this magazine, lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanityfair.com/magazine/pressroom/"&gt;VANITY FAIR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115755022031143740?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115755022031143740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115755022031143740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115755022031143740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115755022031143740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-suri.html' title='Baby Suri'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115722044401185920</id><published>2006-09-02T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:07:24.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually cooked!!!</title><content type='html'>I actually cooked today,and it was so yummie, course I'm really full right now and couldn't even eat the salad!!! I have the other half of the chicken for supper tonight, that was on big FREAKING chicken!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/food-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115722044401185920?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115722044401185920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115722044401185920' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115722044401185920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115722044401185920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-actually-cooked.html' title='I actually cooked!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115720923166410954</id><published>2006-09-02T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:00:34.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored....oh so FREAKING BORED....</title><content type='html'>Well it is 9:41 am on Saturday morning, and I have been up for 2 hours now, thanks to some 4 legged creature licking my face, because they just ABSOLUTELY wanted to go potty.  So I drag my happy fat a$$ out of bed and take them outside, then go to the gas station to get some good ol` Coffee, it's pretty nasty right now, but I'll still drink it.  Then went out to the little walking track that has 2 pounds in the middle of it, sat there drank my coffee, and scratched of my scratch tickets, and no, I did not win a DAMN thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was out there, the Geese decided to come up close and personal with me while I was in the truck, so  I took this opportunity to snap some photos of these creatures.  I am now going to take my camera everywhere I go because I bought to take pictures of things, other than myself and my dogs, lol.  The following pictures are of what I took this morning, I may eve upload the video later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO READ THE POSTING BELOW THIS ONE, I STILL WANT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE WHOLE SITUATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/park1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/geese.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/geese2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/geese3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken right before the Geese decided they were gonna attack that poor woman, she started running, and then they rethought their idea and went to the water!! It was so funny, coffee came out of my nose, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/geese4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115720923166410954?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115720923166410954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115720923166410954' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115720923166410954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115720923166410954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/boredoh-so-freaking-bored.html' title='Bored....oh so FREAKING BORED....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115715812973427892</id><published>2006-09-01T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:50:14.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm a little behind in the past weeks news, I buy all the news papers every sunday with my laundry money (good use for it huh?!)  I was reading an article in the USA Today paper from last weekend, and I'm still in the state of awe, confusion, and conflicted, on the whole issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Food and Drug Adminsitration  announced Thursday that it will allow Plan B emergency contraception to be sold over the counter to anyone 18 and older but only by prescription to girls under 18, an age restriction that some observers call either unnecessary or easily circumvented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B, approved as a prescription drug in 1999, contains a higher dose of hormone found in many birth control pills.  It greatly reduces the risk of pregnancy iif taken within 72 hours of unprotected intercourse but is even more effective when taken sooner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 12 months ending Juney 30, approximately 1.5 million prescriptions were written for Plan B, which now costs $25 to $40.  Plan B will be sold only at pharmacies and only when a pharmacist is on duty, kept behind the counter, so customers have to ask for it.  FDA had plenty of evidence that Plan B is saft for girls 13 and up.&lt;/em&gt; - USA TODAY (This is just bits and pieces of the article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay my thoughts on this whole "Morning After Pill" that we all know it as, is this:  I don't see why anyone should be allowed just to go into a pharmacy and ask for this drug, even if they are 18 or older.  I have never considered myself as pro-choice or pro-life, to me it's whatever is best for the woman and her circumstances, to me I would always choice life, but that's not me, and this a debat that everyone can debate about until they are blue in the face, and still not get anywhere, that's why I normally stray far away from this topic as humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the urge to speak my mind on this topic, I don't know why exactly, I just do.  I myself do not have children nor do I use anytype of birth control to preven myself from having any children, long story won't go into it.  BUT I am a strong believer in that the "morning after pill" or as they are calling it "Plan B" should only be used under certain circumstances, such as : rape, or incestual relations (if that is a word, if not, then I came up with a pretty damn good word, lol).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth control, abortion, or whatever is up to the woman and her partner themselves.  They can choose whatever they want, I'm not going to look down on someone if they choose do not have a child or even put it up for adoption, it is not for me to judge.  But the reason why the pill was ever invented that I know of is for the 2 circumstances I just mentioned above, rape, because no woman asks to be rape, and for her carry a production of that rape around inside of her for 9 months, is just asking her to do to much, only to put it up for adoption or even to raise it, knowing that it will bring her back the horrible memories of how this bein came into the world, of the monster who striped her of her innocense and self worth. Then of course a "possible" pregnancy from the production of incest, which in itself is "Rape".  To me this is why the pill SHOULD ever be used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to go in and get a Plan B contriceptive because we had a night of an "oops" or a night of "drunken stupidity" is unbelieveable in my eyes.  Course I'm only blowing hot air, because even if they found out they were pregnant because of these stated circumstances, it doesn't stop them from terminating the pregnancy to begin with, BUT isn't the government making it to easy for more and more of these "oops" to be corrected?  Does our government and Drug Admnistration not believe in discipline?  I think that making this "PILL" acceptable to every woman is a big mistake, I believe you should still have to have a prescription for this "PILL" no matter your age, so at least you are under a careful eye of a doctor, and they know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Please this is open for public repsonses I'm really curious on what you both men and woman have to say about this topic.  Long comments are welcome :) and I will respond to all...as this is a very touchy topic there will be ONE RULE: PLEASE DO NOT DISCRIMINATE AGAINST OTHERS IF THEY DO NOT BELIEVE IN WHAT YOU BELIEVE, WE EACH HAVE OUR RIGHTS TO OUR OPINIONS, BUT THAT DOESN'T GIVE US THE RIGHT TO BASH ONE ANOTHER FOR THEM: PLEASE KEEP THIS AS PEACEFUL AS POSSIBLE: PLEASE ACT LIKE THE ADULTS I KNOW YOU ARE.  I DON'T WANT TO BE THE CAUSE OF HEATED DEBATES THAT WILL GET SOMEONS FEELINGS HURT IN THE LONG RUN.  THANK YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOURS TRULY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTERFLYCHIC26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115715812973427892?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115715812973427892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115715812973427892' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115715812973427892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115715812973427892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/plan-b.html' title='Plan B'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115712750841840953</id><published>2006-09-01T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:21:12.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>For my first installment on &lt;em&gt;The Most Intriguing People of the Century&lt;/em&gt;, I have picked one of my favorite history icons, &lt;em&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/diary.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Publications: The first translations of the diary in American and British English, German, and French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know Anne Frank made a big impact on everyone's lives with her Diary during WW2 and when the Nazi's were invading the Jews overseas.  This diary was from the aspect of a 13 year old girl whose family was hiding in the attic behind her fathers grocery story, until one day an informant turned them in.  Anne's father was the only one in the family that survived this terrible time in our history, and Anne passed away of of typhus at the age of 15 in 1945.  He is the sole reason why her diary was published, he however edited some things out of her diary that he thought would not be appropriate for others to read. But in 1995a new translation of her diary was published in the U.S. which replete with the rebellious, coming-of-age musings of this young girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diary was first published in 1947, and it has sold more than 25 million copies in 55 languages.  I have the original published from this time (not the original diary of coures, pfft, just one that was published in 1947) and the new translation that was published in 1995.  They are really similar, but of course the newer one has more to it the the originally published one that her father had edited out.  I have read this book several times in my life, each time it has impacted me differently, depending on my state of mind at the time reading it, but it has never failed to bring tears to my eyes each and everytime I read it.  The most impacted word in the whole book is the questions "Why?".  The girl who asked this question would be in her late 70's now, and perhaps an accomplished auther.  Perhaps maybe an anonymous housewife tending to her tulips.  Regardless, her precocious words had leapt off the page and left us an unforgetable, unfinished symphony of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I credit some of the above to Peoples: The Most Intriguing People of the Century, pg 53, and then some of the below from the official Anne Frank web page, that can be found here, &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://annefrank.org/"&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/babyanne.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Anne: Edith Frank with Anne, a day after her birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewish and German&lt;br /&gt;“My father, the most adorable father I've ever seen, didn't marry my mother until he was thirty-six and she was twenty-five. My sister Margot was born in Frankfurt am Main in Germany in 1926. I was born on June 12, 1929.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annelies Marie Frank is born on June 12, 1929 in Frankfurt am Main, Germany. She is the second daughter of Otto Frank and Edith Frank-Holländer. Her sister Margot is then three years old. The family is Jewish and German. The Frank and Holländer families have lived in Germany for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/soldiers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Storm Troopers: "Brownshirts" marching through a German town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Semitism&lt;br /&gt;“I can remember that as early as 1932, groups of Storm Troopers came marching by singing: ‘When Jewish blood splatters from the knife.'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otto Frank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne’s father works at his family’s bank. Her mother takes care of everything at home. It is a carefree period for Margot and Anne. They have many friends in the neighbor-&lt;br /&gt;hood where they live. However, their parents are worried. Adolf Hitler and his party have made the Jews the scapegoat for all of Germany's social and economic problems. The &lt;br /&gt;anti-Semitism in the country grows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/together.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edith Frank and Her Daughters: This photo is taken in the center of Frankfurt am Main on March 10, 1933. &lt;br /&gt;It is the last photograh Otto Frank takes before the family leaves Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictator&lt;br /&gt;"The world around me collapsed. I had to face the consequences, and though this did hurt me deeply I realized that Germany was not the world and I left forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otto Frank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of 1933, the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei (NSDAP or Nazi party) comes to power in Germany. Adolf Hitler, the leader of this party, becomes Chancellor. He is responsible for the new government. Before very long, there is discrimination against Jews. Germany changes from a democracy into a dictatorship. Anne’s parents no longer feel safe. Otto Frank’s bank is also in financial trouble because of the worldwide economic crisis. Otto and Edith Frank decide to leave Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/sisters.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anne and Margot, 1933: While their parents are busy arranging the family's emigration to Holland, Anne and Margot spend the summer of 1933 with Grandmother Holländer in Aachen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Start&lt;br /&gt;“In the Netherlands, after those experiences in Nazi Germany, it was as if our life was restored to us. In those days it was possible for us to start over and to feel free.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otto Frank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otto Frank goes to the Netherlands in the summer of 1933. He has the opportunity to set up a company in Amsterdam that sells Opekta. This is a product used by housewives to prepare home-made jam. During that period, Anne and Margot stay with Grandmother Holländer who lives in Aachen Germany. Their mother commutes to and from Amsterdam to find the family a place to live there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/discrimination.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Frank Family,Margot, Otto, Anne and Edith Frank on Merwedeplein in Amsterdam, 1941.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discrimination&lt;br /&gt;“After May 1940, the good times were few and &lt;br /&gt;far between: first there was the war, then the capitulation and then the arrival of the Germans, which is when the trouble started for the Jews.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frank Family feels free and safe, until the German Army invades the Netherlands on May 10, 1940. The Occupation of the Netherlands begins on May 15, 1940. The discrimination against the Jews begins then as well: Jews may not own their own businesses, Jewish children have to go to Jewish schools, all Jews have to wear a yellow star, and countless other restrictions. There are even rumors that the Jews will be packed off to Germany… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiaryOn June 12, 1942, Anne Frank celebrates her 13th birthday. She receives a diary as a present. It is her favorite gift. She begins writing in it immediately: “I hope I will be able to confide everything to you…and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/Kinderjaren_oproeping.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Call-Up: Jews, who are summoned, receive this document from the Central Office of Jewish Emigration: an exact list of what they are allowed to bring with them. It also indicates when they must depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Hiding Place&lt;br /&gt;“I was stunned. A call-up, everyone knows what that means. Visions of concentration camps and lonely cells raced through my head.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumors that Jews must go to Germany are true. Just &lt;br /&gt;like thousands of other Jews living in Amsterdam, Margot Frank receives a call-up on July 5, 1942. The Nazis plan to send the people they have summoned to work camps in Germany. The entire family will be arrested if Margot does not report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Hiding Place&lt;br /&gt;Her parents have expected such a call-up: the secret hiding place is almost ready. Not only for their own family, but also for the Van Pels family: Hermann and Auguste and their son Peter. Hermann van Pels is co-director of Otto Frank’s company. The next day, the Frank family immediately leaves for the hiding place. All of them carry bags filled with their things. Naturally, Anne brings her diary. Much later, she will look back and write: “My happy-go-lucky, carefree school days are gone forever.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/otto.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Otto Frank: Otto Frank in 1979. He dies on August 19, 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconciliation&lt;br /&gt;"I am now almost ninety and my strength is slowly failing. Still, the task I received from Anne continues to restore my energy: to struggle for reconciliation and human rights throughout the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otto Frank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the war, Otto Frank devotes himself to human rights and achieving mutual respect. With his second wife Fritzi, he answers thousands of letters. These letters are written by people who have read the diary and they reach him from all over of the world. He corresponds with some readers at length and says about this: "Young people especially always want to know how these terrible things could ever have happened. I answer them as well as I can. And then at the end, I often finish by saying: 'I hope Anne's book will have an effect on the rest of your life so that insofar as it is possible in your own circumstances, you will work for unity and peace.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend that you go to the following site &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://annefrank.org/"&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; there are much more pictures and information on this young girl, and everything is very interesting!!! Please take the time and browse the website!  Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115712750841840953?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115712750841840953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115712750841840953' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115712750841840953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115712750841840953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/09/anne-frank.html' title='Anne Frank'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115705218784434584</id><published>2006-08-31T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:23:07.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sums up my life at work! TO A PERFEFT T</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/my_cubicle.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115705218784434584?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115705218784434584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115705218784434584' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115705218784434584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115705218784434584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-sums-up-my-life-at-work-to.html' title='This Sums up my life at work! 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I credit the photos, qoutes and summary of her story to the official Ameila Earhart website, which can be found here: &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ameliaearhart.com/home.php/"&gt;Ameila Earhart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Her mysterious disappearance has made her saga the holy grail of aviation"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/gallery13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/gallery17.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Amelia Earhart, 39, lifted off from Miami on June 1, 1937, no one thought to question what America's favorite aviatrix was up to.  After all, this was the Queen of Firsts: first woman passenger a transatlantic flight (1928), first femail pilot to fly solow across the Atlantic and first woman to receive the Destinguished Flying Cross (both 1932), first individual to launch a passenger airline (Boston and Maine Airways, 1933).  It made perfect sense that Earhart would want to be the first ever to aeronavigate the globe.  Only after Earhart and her twin-engine plane disappeared over the South Pacific and a 16-day, 4,000 man search produced no traces or clues - did questions beging to percolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty years later, authors, documentary markers and expedition buffs are still trying to unravel the riddle of Earhart's disappearance.  The standard she-ran-out-of-gas-and-crashed theory has been eclipsed by juicier speculation that the Kansas native was shot down while on a government spying mission.  Depending on who tells the story, she a) died instantly, b) was excuted by the Japanese, c) became the anti-American radio voice of Tokyo Rose, d) bedded down with Emperor Hirohito, e) was relocated by G-men to New Jersey, where she made a life as a homemaker under an assumed name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No less intriguing are the posthumous assessments of her marriage to George Putman the publisher who launched Earhart's career in 1928 by selecting her to be the first woman passenger to fly accross the Atlantic.  ("I was just baggage," she acknowledged.)  Researchers alternately find the Earhart-Putman alliance: a) a marriage of convenience for both their careers, b) a Svengali-type affair in which he called the shots, c) a modern marriage in which both delighted in manipulating the media.  All in all, the woman who claimed she flew simply "for the fun of it" has proved to be, in death more than in life, a) more complex, b) more mysterious, c) more provocative or, actually, d) all of the above.  &lt;em&gt;(credited to Peoples: Most Intriguing People of the Century)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Qoutes from Amelia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have I seen so many. I always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but I was sure of it that night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of my favorite phobias is that girls, especially those whose tastes aren't routine, often don't get a fair break... It has come down through the generations, an inheritance of age-old customs which produced the corollary that women are bred to timidity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Name:  Amelia Mary Earhart &lt;br /&gt;Born: July 24, 1897 &lt;br /&gt;Birthplace:  Atchison, Kansas &lt;br /&gt;Died:  July 2, 1937, en route from Lae, New Guinea to Howland Island  &lt;br /&gt;Married: February 7, 1931, to George Putnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Atchison, Kansas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is northeast of Kansas City, and it is Total Est. Time: 4 hours, 4 minutes     Total Est. Distance: 214.90 miles, from my town of Coffeyville, Ks.  (just some interesting trivia for you :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115704930706412231?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115704930706412231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115704930706412231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115704930706412231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115704930706412231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/famous-people-from-kansas-thursdays.html' title='Famous People From Kansas : Thursdays'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115704718949652880</id><published>2006-08-31T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:59:49.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some changes...</title><content type='html'>As you all may know I post and blog about what I am thinking and when I am thinking it.  Sometimes my posts do not make sense unless you live in my head.  I have made the decision, that along with my regular postings throughout the days, and week, I am going to set theme's for myself to abide by.  Do not worry even if the theme for the day is something spetacular, I will still be posting what I think and what I believe on the days even if there is a specific theme for that day.  I don't know why I thought about this while on my lunch hour, I think it is because I get bored on that hour, lol, and think up new things to spice up this blog.  So here are the daily themes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays: Shocking News Stories of all times&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Self Portrait Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays: History of the Author of this blog, ME!!! (well damnit it's my blog!)&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays: Famous People from the great boring state of Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: The Most Interiguing People of the Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW AFTER THIS POST I WILL POST MY FIRST THEME OF ALL TIME, WITH IT BEING THURSDAY I WILL POST ABOUT A FAMOUS PERSON FROM THIS STATE I CALL HOME: Kansas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and sundays is are free for me, do do what ever i want :) EHEHEHEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115704718949652880?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115704718949652880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115704718949652880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115704718949652880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115704718949652880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-changes.html' title='Some changes...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115703823170751581</id><published>2006-08-31T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:14:01.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BlogDay! 2006</title><content type='html'>Well today is BlogDay, where all bloggers are incouraged to put down their 5 most favorite blogs with a little explanation of what those blogs are about.  I however, just like my friend Barngoddess, could not pick out 5, you are all my blogger friends, and I love you all equally, and I just didn't think that was fair to pick out just five, so I again, just like Barngoddess put all my daily reads on paper and cut them up and put them in a cup, and had my co-worker L. pull out five.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones she pulled out, although they are not in order, lol, she threw them at me, LOL.  She said I was strange! How dare she!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Perfectly Clear&lt;br /&gt;Just My Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings from the Reservation&lt;br /&gt;Rache's Diary&lt;br /&gt;Truth is Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/sunset_at_sunrise_lake_middleton.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tobeperfectlyclear.blogspot.com/"&gt;To Be Perfectly Clear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; - I found Pavel over on my girls Barngoddess blog, thought I would go over and see what his blog was all about, and he quickly became one of my dail reads.  He is always finding really neat stuff on the internet, and he shares his findings with us.  I am always amazed on what he finds out there on this wide world web.  Not to forget he has the most precious children one has ever seen, it just gets me how vivid their immaginations are, to be young again!!! SO you should go over and see what is on Pavel's site, I'm sure he has something really neat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/sunset1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://redneckgirl1977.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just My Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again started reading Redneckgirl from Bargoddess' page.  She is so truthful on what she writes, and she and I have a lot in common.  She is a very beautiful young lady, who is raising 2 boys as a single mom.  I have nothing but the most respect for her as it is hard in the day and age to be single, but even harder to be a single and a parent.  She's alovely girl, and I love her geniune posts. (i can't spell either!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/horse.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://warponyramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings from the Reservation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my girl Barngoddess' blog.  I actually stumbled across her blog from a Crime blog back in April, when a teenage nimwhit faked her own kidnapping here in Kansas.  We have become very good internet friends, and I love her posts.  SHe is not afraid to be herself, and this is what I like about her, not to mention her absolutely GREAT pictures of her horse, Scooter, her weenie dog Elvis (anyone who has a weenie dog automatically get's points with me, lol) and her cute little boy WeeOne.  She also posts about the news that is happening which is great because it keeps us up with the current events, especially if you are not an avid news watcher or reader. I love her blog, and admire her for who she is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/rose.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelsdiarytoday.blogspot.com/"&gt; Rachels Diary &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel has to be one of the funniest blogs I read throughout my day.  It never fails I always laugh everytime I read her posts. She is not afraid to be herself, and voice her opinons of what she is thinking, and that is why I like reading her blog.  Not to mention her emails or post so Belbo :)  She also finds the funniest and cutiest pictures to post along with her blogs.  She has also become one of my best internet buddies.  We message each other on the weekends, when she is bored with what she has to transcribe, and I try to keep her awake while she does it, I don't think I do a good job though!  I greatly enjoy reading her posts, when there is a new one on her blog, I get all excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/sunrise_okinawa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hummingbunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Truth is Freedom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again came across Brian on Barngoddess' page.  I love reading his posts, he is a very talented writer, and poet, and I enjoy getting lost in is daily posts.  He makes me laugh and sometimes tears come to my eyes as the passion in his writings are so soulful.  He has such a great imagination, and I love visiting his blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just to let everyone know that the links I have on this blog are the links I go to everyday, and I enjoy each and every link for something that they offer that the others don't, it goes for EVERYONE, I do not play favorites, and I love each and everyone of you equally, you are my internet family, and you all keep me sane :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BLOGDAY everyone I hope you enjoy my links, and you all have a blessed Thursday :) (just think tomorrow is Friday, and then it is a 3 day weekend WOOHOO!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115703823170751581?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115703823170751581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115703823170751581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115703823170751581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115703823170751581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogday-2006.html' title='BlogDay! 2006'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115698622669470830</id><published>2006-08-30T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:06:59.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank Of America = Evil</title><content type='html'>So today we got our checks a day early, good right?!? NO.  I have never had a problem before with cashing a check or even depositing a check a day before the check date, until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my lunch hour I went through the drive thru at our local BOA, and as usual I wanted to cash the check and then I was gonna turn around and make a cash deposit, this has never been a problem.  The teller comes back with "Susan we can't cash or deposit the check until after 2pm because of the date on the check."  I looked up and said "This has never been a problem before." and she continued to talk to me like I was retarded, and didn't know what the hell I was talking about I said "fine, just give my crap back." so she did, she told me to have a nice day, I said "Whatever" and I accidentally peeled out of the drive thru (i'm not used to my truck yet, it squeals tires alot!).  So i went around the block and said "Hell, this is not right." Then I pulled into the bank parking lot and found a deposit slip dated in July where I cashed my check and deposited BEFORE 2pm on a Wednesday, (i keep them in my purse for some odd reason, lol).  SO, I marched my happy ass into the bank and asked the teller, she said I had to talk to the supervisor, so I went back and started talking to the supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry we can't do this until after 2pm, and even then you can't draw money off the deposit until after 2pm tomorrow." I stated my case, and showed her the deposit slip, "Well someone must of overlook this the last time." She said to me, I stated "This is not the only deposit slip that is for a wednesday BEFORE 2pm.  This is retarded, I have had nothing but problems with your bank over the last year.  You've lost deposits, sat on cash deposits for 2 days, this bank is incompetant." Is the jiff I said, throw in a couple of cuss words for the effect, hey I was highly pissed off.  "I just want you to know that I will be closing my account." She went to her desk, "that's fine, what is your name and we will do it right now?" I looked at her, "I can't DO IT RIGHT NOW I HAVE CHECKS OUT." I stated she looked up at me, "Ma'am there is not reason for you to yell at me.  This is our policy and we can't do it" I looked at her and said "Bet your policy will change tomorrow when somene who has more money than me wants to cash their check before 2pm the day before it is dated" She just looked at me and said nothing, "That's what I thouhgt."  She stated "You can leave now." I said "Gladly." She was standing in the doorway to her office and I said "Just to let you know this young lady *she wasn't young by any means* was very nice to me, you on the other hand can go to hell" and with that I was out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to wal-mart and cashed my check there, no problems they handed me the money right over.  I then went back to the drive thru (hey I have checks out and I need the money in the account) of the Evil Bastards, and deposited my cash.  They had NO PROBLEM making the deposit at that time, and then with their little smartass selves "Susan, we have you all fixed up, thank you and have a nice day" I said "Whatever" and off I was.  I didn't even have time to eat or smoke a cig on my lunch break, I couldn't have ate anyways I was way to upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back to work and I find out that one of the other girls who bank at the same bank was able to Deposit her f'in check at 11:30 WITH NO PROBLEMS!!! This is why I"M SO HIGHLY PISSED OFF.  She even got cash off the deposit AT 11:30 IN THE FREAKING MORNING!!!!  I don't know I'm switching banks I do know that much.  The Teachers Credit union here do not treat their customers like that, and I'm going there with my next pay check.  Damn assholes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON OTHER NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis chickadee is on a strick diet.  I bought like a never ending supply of Slim fast and Ensure.  And you'd think that I like vegetables and fruit the way I hit the produce isle this evening at the store.  Actually I can't stand vegetables or fruit, lol, but I'm gonna force myself to eat them because it is part of my diet, will drink 2 slim fasts a day one for breakfast one for lunch, and ensure for a mid afternoon snack (when I seem to get the munchies), and then I'm fixing like baked chicken or fish with salad, and fresh vegetables and fruit.  I'm sticking with this, I'm tired of being the only fat pig in my family, and everyone else has lost 20 to 35 pounds, and they aren't even FAT, it irks me, I feel unattractive and slobby because of the fat I'm carrying around.  I also walked with the pups tonight before sitting down, knowing that if I sat down I wouldn't get back up to do the walk, because um, I'm lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with that said I'm either going to watch Mean Girls (for the 1 millionth time) or The Ringer, don't know which one yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAH TAH for now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115698622669470830?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115698622669470830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115698622669470830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115698622669470830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115698622669470830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/bank-of-america-evil.html' title='Bank Of America = Evil'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115696391683858145</id><published>2006-08-30T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:51:56.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BuhBye Gabbly</title><content type='html'>As much as I hated to take it off, the Gabbly chatter is now gone, I know *Sniff Sniff*, but I have had a lot of problems while it was on there, computer slowing down, people not being able to read the posts, so I was forced to take it off.  But thanks to all of you great people who I have met and chatted on there :) I sure hope you still come back and enjoy my boring life here in kansas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE* I have a matter I want to blog about but right now i'm way to PISSED to blog about it so I'll post it tonight when I get home from work and doing laundry.  Here's a hint BANK OF AMERICA are nothing but bastards! K, well that should hold u over until I can post what I really want too but to pissed to do it right now!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah Tah for now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115696391683858145?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115696391683858145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115696391683858145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115696391683858145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115696391683858145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/buhbye-gabbly.html' title='BuhBye Gabbly'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115695237002947354</id><published>2006-08-30T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:39:30.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking really really hard about moving, moving far far away.  So far that you can't even scream at me and I will hear you, lol.  No really when I visited my sista Diana 5 years ago (damn that's been a long time ago!!) I absolutely fell in love with Washington state.  It's been on my mind for the last couple of months that I really really want to just up and move there.  The only thing of course that is holding me back is my family, money, and job...oh and not having anywhere to live when I get there. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that one day I will end up there, as I'm in love with the state.  It's a love affair between me and the state. The state keeps repeating "Susan, come to me, susan come to me" and I keep saying "But i can't, I just can't!" lol.  I'm a strange cookie, and I know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this subject has been laying heavily on my  mind.  I just don't know what to do.  I really want to just up and leave and start a new life somewhere else, I think that this would make me happier in the long run.  But the actual part of doing it is another thing.  I can hear my mother now..."This is a big mistake, BIG BIG BIG, mistake"...I don't know.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115695237002947354?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115695237002947354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115695237002947354' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115695237002947354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115695237002947354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/wednesday-thoughts.html' title='Wednesday Thoughts...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115689939497089023</id><published>2006-08-29T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:59:51.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG DORK!!!</title><content type='html'>I did not know i posted the video post 3 FREAKING TIMES.  I AM SO SORRY!!! I'm a big fat dork!!!! Hey wait what am I saying I can just blame blogger!!! Yes, that is it, I'm blaming blogger!!!!! BAD BLOGGER BAD BAD BAD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115689939497089023?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115689939497089023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115689939497089023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115689939497089023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115689939497089023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-dork.html' title='BIG DORK!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115687932618104299</id><published>2006-08-29T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:22:06.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some videos to brighten your day!</title><content type='html'>Okay in this first video, the one on the right, (who I think is the cuter of the two, eheh) is very scaryingly GOOD, the blonde dude is just plain scary, and the girl, well they should of auditioned harder for the girl, she um...can'g lip sync!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=790438015&amp;type=video&amp;cp=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=790438015&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=954599035&amp;type=video&amp;cp=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=954599035&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel sorry for the person who is recording this" &lt;---That is the comment on this persons video, and I couldn't of said any better myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1031267150&amp;type=video&amp;cp=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1031267150&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me burst with happiness all over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=793102793&amp;type=video&amp;cp=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=793102793&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big cat fan, but these cats do make the cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=793107870&amp;type=video&amp;cp=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=793107870&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115687932618104299?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115687932618104299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115687932618104299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115687932618104299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115687932618104299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-videos-to-brighten-your-day_29.html' title='Some videos to brighten your day!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115687025031689703</id><published>2006-08-29T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:50:52.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just fooling around on this thing! LOL&gt;</title><content type='html'>you should go check out my myspace page :)  I don't blog on there hardly ever, but I do put a lot of crap on the home page :) I know less is more, but in my mind clutter it up, makes it all preeetttttyyyy!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/bored_in_kansas"&gt;My MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.123mycodes.com/flash/daysoftheweek/daysoftheweek.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.123mycodes.com/flash/daysoftheweek/daysoftheweek.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="377" height="108"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115687025031689703?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115687025031689703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115687025031689703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115687025031689703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115687025031689703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-fooling-around-on-this-thing-lol.html' title='Just fooling around on this thing! LOL&gt;'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115686591113329149</id><published>2006-08-29T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:38:31.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>work block updated, boy i'm full of rage at work this week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115686591113329149?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115686591113329149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115686591113329149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115686591113329149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115686591113329149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115680023303876718</id><published>2006-08-28T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:23:53.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookie at what i found :)</title><content type='html'>ENJOY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.123mycodes.com/myspacegames/code/files/msc2/" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold"&gt;Get your own games at &lt;a href="http://www.123mycodes.com/myspacegames/"&gt;myspacegames&lt;/a&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/25001171-115680023303876718?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115680023303876718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115680023303876718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115680023303876718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115680023303876718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/lookie-at-what-i-found.html' title='Lookie at what i found :)'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115679460302109743</id><published>2006-08-28T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:50:03.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, What a weekend....and the last to know everything! GRR!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yesterday I say to myself "hmm...homemade nacho's sound great." So I get up off my lazy a$$ and gather my keys off the table and head to the truck.  I get into the truck and start to take off down the street, well I didn't get very far.  My truck decided it was going right, when a right was not in need, then it stopped.  I sat there going "What the hell is going on?"  I look up and there is a couple walking hand and hand (ahhhh so cute) just starring at me.  The woman was wearing a tank top (and no, she should not be allowed to go outside with a tank top, no sir, it was nasty!) and the man looked like he had not showered in his whole entire life.  But yet, they seemed to be in love walking hand and hand, okay back to my story, I looked up and that are staring at me.  I get out of the truck and walk over to the passenger side.  Freaking great, the tire was flat, what is it with me and f'in tires lately?  So I get back into the truck and I know if i reversed back to my driveway I would get maybe 2 feet and that was it.  So I took the chance and turned left and started to go around the block (one way streets are the shits man!).  Then at the end of the block there was yet another BIG guy wearing something he shouldn't be wearing, he too started staring at me then he pointed, and I rolled my window down and stated "Yes, I know, it's flat, thanks for the concern, but I'm not completely retarded." Yeah, I was a little bit rude to the poor fellow, but damnit I was getting frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here I am thumbing down the street, Turn left again head down the other side of the block, hit the stop sign. Yet 3 more people staring at me, I want to put a neon sign over the truck saying "I KNOW, IT'S A FLAT!! DUH!" but I just proceeded to turn left again, (remember I'm surrounding by one way streets where I live), finally on the home stretch, I only have 1 1/2 more streets to conqour before the stares stop.  So I thumb away on down the street, and again I turn left (last one promise), then I turn right (hehe didn't say it wasn't the last turn, lol, gotcha!!) into the driveway, and i hear SCCCCRRRAAAATTTCCCHHHH.  I was like UHOH.  I get out and the tire was half way off the rim, and I had just totally etched a line in the driveway, oops, sorry landlord!!!  I was like FREAKING GREAT.  So I look back inside the back of the cab in the truck, no lug nut thingy (yup, that's what I call it), then I remembered I have no car jack, so me changin` a tire wasn't going to happen.  So I run back up stairs call my dad (who sounds sick) and asked for my brothers phone number, kinda sad you don't know your own brothers phone number, he gave it to me, called my brother, but he wasn't home (or so it seemed, I think he was screening his calls, they like to do that!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go back out side and look up and my bestest friend just pulled up.  I was Thank GOD! She got on the phone and she had her younger brother (he's like my baby brother also) come over and change the tire out for me.  :) SO sweet.  So now I'm driving on a tire that is 1 1/2 sizes bigger than the other 3 on my truck, my truck looks like it belongs in the special learning class, it's all retarded looking, lol.  But i'm leaving work early today and getting a new tire to replace it.  ICK! More money to spend when I don't want to spend it on a damn new tire! I hate being a grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I toodle myself on down to the store, planning on only buying the essentials for my lovely nacho's, you know, lettuce, velveeta cheese, rotel(i spelt that wrong), and hamburger meet.  But i ended up buying the whole freaking store!  It was not supposed to be a full fledged shopping trip, hint, do not go shopping when you are hungry and youknow you have nothing in your home to eat!  SO i paid the nice check out girl, and toodled on home.  I spent 1 hr fixing the oooohhh so tempting nacho's, I sat down to eat them and I ate 2 bites and I was full! WTF?!? Full after 2 bites? Now come on!  So I get up and throw the stupid nachos away, what a waste of f'in money, damnit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and chit chatted with her for awhile, she said that her and dad were going to Tulsa, because dad had to have a test ran.  I figure it's for his heart, since he has a bad heart, and is always getting things checked up on it, so I don't say much.  We continue to chat and I finally asked here's the conversation as I can remember it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Why is dad having a test done?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: For his pancrease (sp?), they are taking a biopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Is he going to be okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I don't, hopefully everything will turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Why am I just hearing about this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I didn't want to worrying anyone until we find out for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Who else knows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Gee, thanks mom, I feel importantn now. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Well, i'm gonna go Love you, tell dad I love him too, but please make sure he gets the message, I don't want him to be the last to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Laughs...(yeah, well i laughed too, but only because i was forced too, it really wasn't a joke).  Love ya too hun.  Have a nice week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me; You too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm the last person to KNOW ANYTHING that goes on in my family. I was even the last to know that my grandfather passed away.  WTF? I guess I'm forgetable, you know "Oh NO nobody told Susan?" I mean I'm the biggest girl in my family (weight wise) you'd think that they would remember the fat chick over there!!! Nope! I'm always the last to know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I only talk to my parents 1 time a week and they only live 3 miles from my house, I'm not very sociable, it's kinda sad in a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115679460302109743?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115679460302109743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115679460302109743' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115679460302109743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115679460302109743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/whew-what-weekendand-last-to-know.html' title='Whew, What a weekend....and the last to know everything! GRR!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115678270161266159</id><published>2006-08-28T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:31:41.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My work blog is updated.</title><content type='html'>Well for those of you have my work blog link it's updated, just thought I would let you all know, for those of you who don't have the link and want it just email me (email is on profile) and I'll send it through email, this is one that I don't want attached to this one :) HEHEHE.  For obvious reasons.  I don't want to be dooced or anything, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115678270161266159?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115678270161266159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115678270161266159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115678270161266159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115678270161266159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-work-blog-is-updated.html' title='My work blog is updated.'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115669349640998395</id><published>2006-08-27T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:45:49.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Rain :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/car.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got some much needed rain here my part of the country.  The birds are singing, and splashing around in the rain puddles, like there is no tomorrow.  Last night a few streets in our town flooded, because of the quick down poor we received.  But that isn't unusual when it rains really hard in our town.  As this town has a lot of low spots.  Here is the &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cjournal.com/"&gt;news story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; from our newspaper about some occupants in cars being stranded in the floods (nothing extremely bad).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115669349640998395?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115669349640998395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115669349640998395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115669349640998395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115669349640998395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain Rain :)'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115664627926052235</id><published>2006-08-26T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:45:59.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism and Storms</title><content type='html'>Tonight my bestest friend in the whole world was baptised at her mormon church, in Bartlesville, Oklahoma:)  It was a nice service :)  I got to see her hubby Allen, and see her in laws again, they are all such nice people :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down there with Laura's mom and stepdad, and we ate at a chinese place, which now I'm starvin` again, but at the time i was full :)  I saw a guy I graduated high school with :) He's such a cutie, and I have had a crush on him since high school.  I don't know what he is up too, I didn't see his wedding ring on his hand tonight.  He asked me what I was up too, and I said "nothing really" and he looked at me and asked again "No, really what are you up to" and I swore he looked down at my left hand to see if i had a ring on, but I'm not positive :) LOL.  It's always good to see people from high school, although seeing them makes me feel old because this coming year will be 9 years since our high school graduation :)  Laura's mom didn't recognize him (i spelt that wrong,lol)I said That's C.B. and she said "Oh, I didn't know who it was." lol.  He has changed alot since high school.  But he's still cute anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there a big storm came in Bartlesville, my friend Barngoddess will be happy now that it has rained :) A lot of people said that they so desperatly wanted the rain last night but they didn't get any, which they didn't my town in Kansas did LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's some pictures the first 2 are of Laura in her baptism gown and one before she entered the church :) I cut the Elder out of one of the pictures because I do not have his permission to put his picture on the internet (i'm a considerate picture taker, :)) and the others our of the storm :) Hope you enjoy, you all have a blessed Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/laura.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/laura2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/storm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/storm2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/storm3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/storm4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115664627926052235?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115664627926052235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115664627926052235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115664627926052235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115664627926052235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/baptism-and-storms.html' title='Baptism and Storms'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115661019600794300</id><published>2006-08-26T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:44:31.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because again I'm bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/eyes-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/me3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/me1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/eyesinglasses.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115661019600794300?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115661019600794300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115661019600794300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115661019600794300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115661019600794300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-again-im-bored.html' title='Because again I&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115655302296753057</id><published>2006-08-25T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:28:24.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great!</title><content type='html'>Well people I have went and done it now.  Goodness I am SO SORRY!  I let my "other self" out and now she has started her own blog, this is not good, not good at all!!! Oh goodness this could be very very very bad....very very bad! Oh NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theycallmepiper.blogspot.com/"&gt; Piper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  (SHE FORCED ME TO LINK HER I DIDN"T WANT TO!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115655302296753057?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115655302296753057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115655302296753057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115655302296753057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115655302296753057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/great.html' title='Great!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115654819117510373</id><published>2006-08-25T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:23:11.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday....</title><content type='html'>Well it's finally friday, yea!  I get to sit around and do nothing all weekend long, sounds like a blast huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck needs an alignment, poor thing feels like it's gonna sprout wings and take off when I go over 55mph.  That's not good for me, because I like to go way faster than that, lol.   I have to wait until I have the money to get the alignment, I wish I was wealthy, damit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one of those poor me moods tonight, it's fun, do you want to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is sit here and think how shitty this so called thing they call life is.  Damit I want so desperatly not to feel this way, but it's so hard.  My parents haven't even called me this week and I haven't talked to them since like last Tuesday.  I know i could call or go over there myself, but I don't wanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is avoiding me, for what reason I don't know. We have one of those on and off kind of brother/sister relationships.  Mostly off.  He's so much older than me, 6 years.  We never really knew each other, it's sad in a way. O'well, just goes with the rest of my not knowing my family days.  I really don't know any of my family very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade is sick, she has thrown up twice today, once before work and once right now.  She has gotten her second dose of pepto, she is worse than a child when it is time to take that stuff. I guess, I don't blame her really it is kinda gross. Her nose is cold and wet so i know she's gonna be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess I'm gonna go jump into the Friends lives and have myself a pitty party, and drink some wine, o well hell, some captian and coke, sounds better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115654819117510373?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115654819117510373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115654819117510373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115654819117510373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115654819117510373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday.html' title='Friday....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115654190973499777</id><published>2006-08-25T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:38:29.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Testing my new template...which is not working out to great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115654190973499777?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115654190973499777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115654190973499777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115654190973499777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115654190973499777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115646873518014794</id><published>2006-08-24T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:18:55.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm..Ok</title><content type='html'>Okay, I do believe I'm watching the most dumbiest (is that a word?) movie ever!  I suggest that unless you want to go to sleep don't rent or watch Silent Hill.....it's not worth it and this is coming from someone whose only seen the first 20 minutes of the movie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115646873518014794?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115646873518014794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115646873518014794' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115646873518014794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115646873518014794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/ummok.html' title='Umm..Ok'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115644913450985796</id><published>2006-08-24T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:56:09.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, way to bored!</title><content type='html'>feel free to take my dolls as your own :)...i'm just killing time at work! PFFFT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/doll.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/doll1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/doll2.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/avatar2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/avatar.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/avatar3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115644913450985796?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115644913450985796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115644913450985796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115644913450985796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115644913450985796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/again-way-to-bored.html' title='Again, way to bored!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115644206871432807</id><published>2006-08-24T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:57:46.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Never Going to Get...Wish list :(</title><content type='html'>Below is the list of things that i desperatly want, but will never be able to get :( Because well frankly I'm poor, and broke, and will most likely stay that way until I win the lottery, or something else that envolves getting a lot of free cash at one time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This YUMMIE Camera I so badly want, I need to go out and take more pictures with my digital camera....seeing THAT is the reason i bought the silly thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/camera.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon EOS Rebel T2 35mm SLR Camera with EF 28-90mm Lens &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Model: Rebel T2 Kit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's smart and sophisticated with powerful features like expanded shooting modes and an advanced autofocus metering system to ensure great photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully automatic 35mm autofocus SLR camera &lt;br /&gt;Canon EF 28mm-90mm f/4-5.6 III zoom lens &lt;br /&gt;High-speed 7-point, wide-area selectable autofocus with advanced 35-zone metering &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For my bed room :)  Because I do not own the bedroom furniture that is in the apartment now, it came with the apartment....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/tv.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/bed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just odds and ends that I want, and now I can never have :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/dvdplayer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/hometheatre.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/house_3801.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/normal_4_ex.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115644206871432807?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115644206871432807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115644206871432807' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115644206871432807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115644206871432807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-never-going-to-getwish-list.html' title='My Never Going to Get...Wish list :('/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115638244964147625</id><published>2006-08-23T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:20:49.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THe Chatter Gabbly</title><content type='html'>So i enabled the chat gabbly here on the blog...:)  Just for sh*ts and giggles :) feel free to chat amongst youselves :)  Love all of you!!!! BIG HUGS FOR EVERYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115638244964147625?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115638244964147625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115638244964147625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115638244964147625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115638244964147625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/chatter-gabbly.html' title='THe Chatter Gabbly'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115636963200360049</id><published>2006-08-23T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:03:00.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm way to bored!</title><content type='html'>i'm way to bored at work!!! way to bored! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a alt="elouai's doll maker 3" href="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/new-dollmaker.php?reload=true&amp;sex=girl&amp;background=0176&amp;elements=0103&amp;wings=0000&amp;base=0001&amp;boystockings=0000&amp;boyshoes=0000&amp;boyskirt=0000&amp;boytop=0000&amp;boytwopiece=0000&amp;girlstockings=0000&amp;girlshoes=0032&amp;girlskirt=0700&amp;girltop=0075&amp;girltwopiece=0000&amp;head=0041&amp;mouth=0027&amp;nose=0047&amp;eyebrows=0047&amp;eyes=0020&amp;face=0000&amp;makeup=0000&amp;earings=0000&amp;glasses=0007&amp;hair=0578&amp;scarf=0000&amp;boyfullbody=0000&amp;girlfullbody=0000&amp;hat=0000&amp;accessory1=0000&amp;pets1=0053&amp;pets2=0000&amp;accessory2=0000&amp;cover=0000&amp;namedoll="&gt;&lt;img alt="elouai's doll maker 3" border=0 src="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/link-doll.php?&amp;sex=girl&amp;background=0176&amp;elements=0103&amp;wings=0000&amp;base=0001&amp;boystockings=0000&amp;boyshoes=0000&amp;boyskirt=0000&amp;boytop=0000&amp;boytwopiece=0000&amp;girlstockings=0000&amp;girlshoes=0032&amp;girlskirt=0700&amp;girltop=0075&amp;girltwopiece=0000&amp;head=0041&amp;mouth=0027&amp;nose=0047&amp;eyebrows=0047&amp;eyes=0020&amp;face=0000&amp;makeup=0000&amp;earings=0000&amp;glasses=0007&amp;hair=0578&amp;scarf=0000&amp;boyfullbody=0000&amp;girlfullbody=0000&amp;hat=0000&amp;accessory1=0000&amp;pets1=0053&amp;pets2=0000&amp;accessory2=0000&amp;cover=0000&amp;namedoll="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a alt="elouai's doll maker 3" href="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/new-dollmaker.php?reload=true&amp;sex=boy&amp;background=0186&amp;elements=0000&amp;wings=0000&amp;base=0001&amp;boystockings=0000&amp;boyshoes=0325&amp;boyskirt=0476&amp;boytop=0538&amp;boytwopiece=0000&amp;girlstockings=0000&amp;girlshoes=0000&amp;girlskirt=0000&amp;girltop=0000&amp;girltwopiece=0000&amp;head=0041&amp;mouth=0027&amp;nose=0047&amp;eyebrows=0047&amp;eyes=0020&amp;face=0038&amp;makeup=0000&amp;earings=0000&amp;glasses=0000&amp;hair=0805&amp;scarf=0000&amp;boyfullbody=0000&amp;girlfullbody=0000&amp;hat=0000&amp;accessory1=0000&amp;pets1=0000&amp;pets2=0000&amp;accessory2=0000&amp;cover=0000&amp;namedoll="&gt;&lt;img alt="elouai's doll maker 3" border=0 src="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/link-doll.php?&amp;sex=boy&amp;background=0186&amp;elements=0000&amp;wings=0000&amp;base=0001&amp;boystockings=0000&amp;boyshoes=0325&amp;boyskirt=0476&amp;boytop=0538&amp;boytwopiece=0000&amp;girlstockings=0000&amp;girlshoes=0000&amp;girlskirt=0000&amp;girltop=0000&amp;girltwopiece=0000&amp;head=0041&amp;mouth=0027&amp;nose=0047&amp;eyebrows=0047&amp;eyes=0020&amp;face=0038&amp;makeup=0000&amp;earings=0000&amp;glasses=0000&amp;hair=0805&amp;scarf=0000&amp;boyfullbody=0000&amp;girlfullbody=0000&amp;hat=0000&amp;accessory1=0000&amp;pets1=0000&amp;pets2=0000&amp;accessory2=0000&amp;cover=0000&amp;namedoll="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115636963200360049?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115636963200360049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115636963200360049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115636963200360049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115636963200360049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-way-to-bored.html' title='I&apos;m way to bored!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115635468957094473</id><published>2006-08-23T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:38:14.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so freaking cool!!!</title><content type='html'>i went to my body pavels blog and saw this, and that this was awesome!!! And so I decided to pass it around and post it her on my blog as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you basically can have a chat window and speak with whoever comes to your site if they are using the same program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to do it, say you want to talk to me on my page (if i'm there, lol) you would do this, www.gabbly.com/butterflychic26.blogspot.com   and a chat window will appear in the top right hand corner of your screen, and you can change the name to what you perfer it to be and chat away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do this for i think almost any website you are on....give it try, I'll keep mine up and open for the day so you can practice :)  I have yet mastered the art of putting this on my sidebrower so i can enable it just like Pavel has :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, and good luck :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115635468957094473?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115635468957094473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115635468957094473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115635468957094473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115635468957094473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-freaking-cool.html' title='so freaking cool!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115630584416212295</id><published>2006-08-22T22:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:04:04.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...i just like being humilated!!!</title><content type='html'>www.singshot.com/playPerformance.html?performanceId=6126&amp;play=Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.singshot.com/playPerformance.html?performanceId=6175&amp;play=Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.singshot.com/playPerformance.html?performanceId=6150&amp;play=Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do realize that I um should probably never go on american idol LOL....I STINK REALLY BAD, but hell if you can't laugh at yourself, then what's the point right?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115630584416212295?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115630584416212295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115630584416212295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115630584416212295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115630584416212295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/umi-just-like-being-humilated_22.html' title='Um...i just like being humilated!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115630362459313757</id><published>2006-08-22T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:27:04.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...i just like being humilated!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115630362459313757?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115630362459313757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115630362459313757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115630362459313757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115630362459313757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/umi-just-like-being-humilated.html' title='Um...i just like being humilated!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115627940805156285</id><published>2006-08-22T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:53:44.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Other self'</title><content type='html'>you can get one too at www.meez.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/butterflychic26" title="Check out this user's profile at Meez.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://snapshot.meez.com/user05/09/09_10000514143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a closer up on the face :)  I'm wierd, no need in telling me something i already know! THanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/butterflychic26" title="Check out this user's profile at Meez.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://snapshot.meez.com/user05/09/09_10000514146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115627940805156285?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115627940805156285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115627940805156285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115627940805156285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115627940805156285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-other-self.html' title='My &quot;Other self&apos;'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115626735449351129</id><published>2006-08-22T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:22:34.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blog freaking crazy...</title><content type='html'>k well i started page with a story that i am currently writing..... here's the link, if you feel like reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.crazychick26.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115626735449351129?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115626735449351129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115626735449351129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115626735449351129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115626735449351129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-freaking-crazy.html' title='blog freaking crazy...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115621168663845206</id><published>2006-08-21T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:54:46.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I thought why don't I priviledge myself in a nice book tonight.  Well, um...yeah, it's a great book and all, but WHOA!  I had to put the book down before it started to catch its ownself on fire.  Oh by the way I read romance novels...lol...well hell you got to get it somehow, lol.  And boy howdy, this is one hot novel.  I'm more of the Nora Roberts and Sandra Brown type of romance reader, this book is by a author who is new to me, Arranged in Heaven, by Sarah Jerrod.  I've never heard of her before this book, but the concept of the book itself intriged *sp?* me.  I'm more of the type of person if the cover looks good, I'm getting it, lol.  Forget reading the back of the book.  Yes, i'm the type of person who judges a book for it's cover, sue me, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on page 76 chapter Nine, and I only started the silly thing at about 6:30 this evening....and Well frankly I don't think I should read anymore until tomorrow.  LOL.  I don't see how authors aren't hot and bothered by what they write, bet their spouses are enjoying the reproductions of their works!!!! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I completely embarrased myself, and admitting that I read sumdsy romance novels, I'm gonna go watch some non romance tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/book.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Newman and Sylvia Harris are two meddling ghosts who have more than just heavenly zip codes in common. Each has a single child whose happiness means the world to them. How better to assure their children's joy than to play matchmaker for them? Arranging for the two to meet is the easy part. Helping them to fall in love is something else altogether. Gayla Harris has no intention of getting involved with Dr. Dan Newman. He reminds her too much of her cold, uncaring physician father. But Dan's charisma and kindness--and her ghostly mother's helping hand--just may convince Gayla to give Dan a second chance. Told with humor and compassion, Sara Jarrod's original story is sure to charm a multitude of romance readers. --Maudeen Wachsmith --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVIEWS (credited to the above picture and description and Reviews to Amazon.com (which by the way i drive by every morning on my way to work :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handicapped have found a champion!, July 18, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Reviewer: A reader&lt;br /&gt;As a person that doesn't read much romance, I got this book for pure escapism and found myself much intrigued. First, there were the ghostly, stereotypically Jewish mother matchmakers who might have made the book all by themselves had it not been for the novelty of the hero being an amputee. I don't believe I've EVER read a book where the romantic interest was an amputee. I was very impressed that Sara Jarrod would break the physical handicapped barrier by making it so. Good job, Ms. Jarrod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Obstacles are only as big as you make them..., November 10, 1998&lt;br /&gt;Reviewer: Jenniffer K Adams (New Jersey!) - See all my reviews &lt;br /&gt;This book was great. It was funny but it also conveyed some very powerful messages. I think that this book would be for anyone who is tired of the characters in a romance book being absolutely perfect. I believe that this book depicts how people with emotional and physical troubles deal with the obstacles put in their way and how they overcome them with the strenght of their love. It was a great book and I would highly recommend it. The sex wasn't as steamy as Heavenly Bliss but it was still a good book. The only improvement could be more sex scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Review so far : DAMN GOOD BOOK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115621168663845206?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115621168663845206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115621168663845206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115621168663845206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115621168663845206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115618255558797003</id><published>2006-08-21T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:49:15.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Stink!!!</title><content type='html'>K, well update on my MOnday, it stinks.  Good update huh?!? LOL.  I'm in a great mood, but as far as others it's a very iffy question to be had, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's off to do nothing but put jigsaw puzzles to gether online.....Buh bye, until I get home from work :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115618255558797003?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115618255558797003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115618255558797003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115618255558797003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115618255558797003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/mondays-stink.html' title='Monday&apos;s Stink!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115613014761014436</id><published>2006-08-20T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:15:47.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Nothings...</title><content type='html'>well its Sunday night, and the dreadful Monday morning is lurking just around the corner, may I say ICK.  Really didn't do much the whole weekend, just stayed inside the apartment, and cleaned and watched tv.  Listened to some music, which I do do enough of.  I am going to do that Friends blog...just need to watch season 10 to know where to take the characters to.  www.alwaysf-r-i-e-n-d-s.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I don't get out of this house, I'm gonna slip into a path that I don't want to go down.  Messaged J this evening just to see what was up, how he was doing, and all that, and for some odd reason he thought it expected of him to say he went on a date.  I said cool, nothing much said I was glad he had fun.  What I really wanted to say was "I'm so glad that you aren't wanting a relationship at this time...blah blah f*in blah..." but I didn't.  I think he said it to hurt, and well it did, but you think I'm gonna show that to him, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why and what it is that it does hurt...I mean um...I broke it off didn't I?  So why is that I hurt so much by those words "I went on a date?"  It was like a knife went through my chest right when I read it.  No, the tears didn't come, but still it had the effect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because Guys can get a date whenever they want...really they can.  It's us women who have to put ourselves out there and basically where a neon sign over our heads that say "I'M AVAILABLE".  *Shrugs*  Life...I don't understsand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this and always have and always will.  I was never destined to have that "Special" someone.  I have had plenty of chances but I always, ALWAYS backed out of them.  It's like I'm the guy and I have this commitment problem.  The problem? The commitment part.  It's better off, I'm okay by myself, I've never been a girl that needed the guy to be happy.....I have my dogs. (k, i realize that sounds sick).  I'm not afraid of growing old by myself, never not knowing what it is like to have a family of my own, really I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, remember when I said there's a path that I don't want to take, this would be the path.  I am slowing going down this path, slowly mind you.  I know I'm not supposed to be on this path, but for some odd reason I can not turn around and go back up it.  I just keep walkin` down it, like some complete idiot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to move on past relationships, wrap my life into my tv shows, and books.  But there comes a point that someone needs to open up their eyes and realize that is all but a dream, and get back to reality.  I have yet to realize this, sure I know I just typed it, but I still don't believe in the reality part.  I still dream of being some famous actress, going to all the hip hop parties and clubs, and dining with the other famous hotties out there (no, I'm not saying that I am a hottie, non the least!).  But, you'd think I'd snap out of it, but no, I haven't.  I guess dreaming is a lot better than actually living the life that you are supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I know i've said that iw as determined to loose weight, and well besides not being able to eat any thing really solid for the last couple of weeks, and loosing the 10 pounds in a week and half, I really haven't kept up  with that.  i know that if I continue doing what I am doing now, I'll end up like I was when I was younger.  I'm not the type of person who can diet normally, I go either eating WAY to much, to doing things that one is not supposed to do.  And when I tell my mom that I lost this much weight, she said "Good job! Keep up the good work." That's what I heard the whole time I grew up, until finally I just said forget it and indulged myself into hamburgers and sonic icecream and then bloomed into the 215 pound pig that I became, and slowly going back too.  You know what she said when I gained the weight, I did it to hurt her.  Yes, in fact I did.  She has such a control on what I ate when i ate it, and kept tabs on all the food in the house, and if my God a doughnut came up missing, I was the first person she pointed her finger at.  When I got my first job at Sonic, I went crazy.  My mom wasn't there to tell me NO NO you can't eat that.  Imagine what she thought when I was 14 years old and finding that the whole bag of miniture powdered doughnuts, 1 bag of doritos chips, 1 bag of cookies, and 2 litters of pop were gone in one afternoon.  Yeah, it was a shocker to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that was a switch of pace from where this stupid blog was going, sorry!  I don't know I have all these thoughts in my head and I guess I just need to get them out.  I call this my outlet, and sometimes I'm a little looney when it comes to my blogs.  I do apologize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's off to bed I go, so I can wake up in my sucky apartment, and go to my sucky job, talk to sucky customers, and then come back to the sucky apartment, just to do it all over again.  YEAH!!!! What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm okay, just needed to get some junk out of my head so i could sleep tonight.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115613014761014436?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115613014761014436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115613014761014436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115613014761014436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115613014761014436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-nothings.html' title='Sunday Nothings...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25001171.post-115596372270073946</id><published>2006-08-18T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:02:02.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um complete idiot....with a complete idiotic idea...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yeah, the title sums it up!  LOL.  But for the last 2 months I have been watching friends non stop...i'm on season 9 right now.  And well sadly next week I'll be watching the end of the show :( I know, how sad.  Yes, I also know, GET A LIFE WOMAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay with that said, I'm gonna put my writing skills (um, the little that I have) to the test.  I'm gonna start another blog attatched to this one and I myself am going to continue the stories in the lives of Ross, Rachel, Monica, Chandler, Joey and Phoebe.  Yes, as the title says, a completely idiotic idea.  But, um, yeah, I have no life...and well um, that sums it up, I have no life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been on the Lortab, I have had nothing but dreams of being a 7th F-R-I-E-N-D.  I don't know if anyone will read it, or if anyone was  a F-R-I-E-N-D-S fan, I know I sure wasn't until I got sucked into that very first episode I watched, that made me ask my boss if I could borrow all 10 seaons just to figure out what THE H E Double Hockey Sticks was going on in the episode that I saw!!! Now it is one of my all time favorite TV shows!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow...(i have to get some sleep, because no sleep means idiotic ideas such as this one) I will write my first episode :)  I'm so happy!!!! Okay, I get the hint...and I don't see getting a life in my near future, but thanks for reminding me to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come tomorrow, attatched to this blog, will be my first test of writing (well other than this sucky old thing) for the publice, I love my friends!  to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed I go!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DID I MENTION I NEED TO GET A LIFE?  OH, I Didn't?!?! K, well I need to get a life!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25001171-115596372270073946?l=butterflychic26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/feeds/115596372270073946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25001171&amp;postID=115596372270073946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115596372270073946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25001171/posts/default/115596372270073946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic26.blogspot.com/2006/08/um-complete-idiotwith-complete-idiotic.html' title='Um complete idiot....with a complete idiotic idea...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16523329471830898933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/1304424918_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
