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term='Clock Gobblers'/><title type='text'>The Woman Undone.....</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the unfinished story of the making of a wife, a mother, a crafter, a teacher, a friend, a woman.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-7872058691467497492</id><published>2010-03-07T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:36:47.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><content type='html'>Do u need anything while we r here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-7872058691467497492?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/7872058691467497492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-3424074328617281626</id><published>2010-01-24T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:51:57.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chillin'/><title type='text'>I'M A GENIUS!!!</title><content type='html'>I CREATED A WORD TODAY!!&amp;nbsp; Well not really a word, maybe a mash up of words.&amp;nbsp; Just wanted to get it out there that I created it before someone like Donald Trump steals it.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I said it!!!&amp;nbsp; I was firing people LONG BEFORE the Donald!!&amp;nbsp; He stole it from me!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my word is.............wait for it........&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Super-Fablo-Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BITE IT!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is being created on my Hubby's laptop, cause mine is still dead.....thanks for caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-3424074328617281626?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/3424074328617281626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=3424074328617281626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3424074328617281626'/><link rel='self' 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mourning...</title><content type='html'>Just when I made a promise to my imaginary friends to blog more my laptop dies.&amp;nbsp; I mean literally dies.&amp;nbsp; It made some weird noise I have never heard before and then gave me the blue screen of death.&amp;nbsp; My Hubby has tried to revive it 7 times now.&amp;nbsp; Each time is temporarialy sucessful, I get my hopes all up and then it does it again.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I have been able to get all of my files from my laptop upon one of the revivals and have burned them to disc.&amp;nbsp; I actually miss my laptop.&amp;nbsp; I have had to share one with my husband and it is not fun.&amp;nbsp; My laptop had everything organized and in place.&amp;nbsp; I don't like new change with this!!&amp;nbsp; It feels sorta like taking a dump on a new toilet.&amp;nbsp; You have to use it, but it still is not the digs you are used to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, until I hit the lottery or have some rich uncle die and leave me a fortune, I'm outta luck.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot Dell Inspiron!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-6177852836794339551?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/6177852836794339551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=6177852836794339551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6177852836794339551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6177852836794339551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-mourning.html' title='I&apos;m in mourning...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-1478055587828972764</id><published>2010-01-09T14:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:49:54.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chillin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>I'm back....didn't you miss me??</title><content type='html'>Okay Okay, so I'm back.  After a long leave of absence, I have come back to relieve my readers that were just sitting on edge awaiting my next sentence.  (o_0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this past year has held a lot of ups and downs for me and my family.  I have come to realize that writing provides a release of the daily frustrations that I encounter.  I also just like to have a place to come and mark my territory( insert mental picture of me peeing on my laptop screen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enrolled back in classes with University of Phoenix and am still working as a teacher's assistant in a preschool class at a Christian private school.  Not much else has changed on the home front, well, I take that back.  Last February, we moved from the fabulous lifestyle of renting an apartment to renting a house.  We made that move and also had my mother in law move down to Florida to live with us.  (More on the Mother-in-law later).  After living in the house, (I LOVE LIVING IN A HOUSE COMPARED TO AN APARTMENT) for a year, we find out that the slum lord that owns 5 other houses is filing for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bankruptcy&lt;/span&gt; and this house is being foreclosed on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, long story short, we gotta move......AGAIN!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I got moving down to a science now.  I just gradually pack and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freecycle&lt;/span&gt; our stuff and hope for the best.  It actually is a very cleansing process.  Allows you to get rid of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff you were holding on to, just in case.  Back to the world of Rubbermaid, Ziplock, &amp;amp; Tupperware!!!  You know what I'm talking about...everybody has drawers or even maybe an entire garage dedicated to all the shit that you hold on to JUST IN CASE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, if you care to journey along, we may have fun.  There might be snacks,  dirty talk, craft projects, jokes and even a few tears.  Won't you come along too??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-1478055587828972764?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/1478055587828972764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=1478055587828972764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/1478055587828972764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/1478055587828972764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-backdidnt-you-miss-me.html' title='I&apos;m back....didn&apos;t you miss me??'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-6255738760027728312</id><published>2009-01-15T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:22:41.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>A little help please...</title><content type='html'>No real news going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to petition you help with something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home(Childhood Hell) for a short visit with The Huz and the kids.  So I need my imaginary friends to do 2 things for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Send me a couple bottles of Vodka for the recouperation period needed after this trip.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start counting change for the She-kicked-her-sisters'(plural)-ass-again-Bail fund.&lt;br /&gt;3. Start praying for my sanity &amp;amp; strength not to battle with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ever route above you tend to take when handling stressful family situations, please send my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-6255738760027728312?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/6255738760027728312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=6255738760027728312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6255738760027728312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6255738760027728312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-help-please.html' title='A little help please...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-1751937967827129227</id><published>2009-01-07T21:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:43:05.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Girl Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Chasing me in my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have had the same dream the past two nights in a row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has freaked me out to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home from somewhere, don't exactly know where, and all of a sudden I'm being chased by these two bigger than life sized dicks!!!!! The fully erect dicks, complete with angry looking throbbing veins, chased me at full speed {well, as fast as a big boobed fat chick could run} They used their hairy balls as feet to run me down. I kept looking back at them and tried to pick up speed.........THEN I WOKE UP!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They looked a little like this, take away the friendly smile and add another but only darker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288747784837667202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SWVoFt3iGYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/EOmZ3HyqE44/s320/dick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under normal circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't run....not a big girl friendly activity.&lt;br /&gt;2. Really, I don't run, my boobs are too big for that.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't run from dick, in any situation, *AHEM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean there is a bounty of dicks in my future???? This is exciting &amp;amp; scary all at the same time. Though I'd rather have a bounty of dollars in my future, how will this be applicable to real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to understand this dream....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-1751937967827129227?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/1751937967827129227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=1751937967827129227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/1751937967827129227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/1751937967827129227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2009/01/chasing-me-in-my-dreams.html' title='Chasing me in my dreams'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SWVoFt3iGYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/EOmZ3HyqE44/s72-c/dick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-7636971417303192909</id><published>2009-01-05T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:11:09.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Come do a line with me.</title><content type='html'>Line 1: Your first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shaneka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Line 2: Four descriptive traits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Soulful, Creative, Intelligent, Nurturing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Line 3: Sibling/Family member of...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Daughter, Sister, cousin, wife, Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Line 4: Lover of... (people/ideas/objects/etc)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lover of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Neo&lt;/span&gt;-soul music, paints, nice paper/stationary, photography, rich desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Line 5: Who feels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who feels better about the direction of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Line 6: Who needs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who needs to always be confident in herself and her abilities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Line 7: Who gives...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who gives a damn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Line 8: Who fears...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who fears debt, disease, and diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Line 9: Who would like to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who would like to see the following in concert: Jill Scott, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;D'Angelo&lt;/span&gt;, John Legend, Robin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thicke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Musiq&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rafaael&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dwele&lt;/span&gt;, John Mayer, Dave Matthews Band, Mint Condition, and a few others too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line 10: Resident of... (your town/city/etc)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Resident of Small Beach Town, Florida, United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Line 11: Your last name (or you may choose another name to describe yourself).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Suga&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-7636971417303192909?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/7636971417303192909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=7636971417303192909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/7636971417303192909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/7636971417303192909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-do-line-with-me.html' title='Come do a line with me.'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-8649157755549611366</id><published>2009-01-04T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:09:00.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Girl Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda</title><content type='html'>Regrets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been more aggressive with my retirement accounts &amp;amp; 401(k) when I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have tried to make things better between me and Drama Princess' mom, my sister, before things seriously went sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; taken advantage of my "good" insurance when I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; stayed at home and went to Community college first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; tried not to live high off the hog of student loans in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; been on the look out for post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;partum&lt;/span&gt; depression after pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; been more vocal about my feelings when they were hurt by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; played the field more in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; told my MIL I was pregnant, face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; stayed in college, even after finding out I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; named my son after his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; taken the job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lockeed&lt;/span&gt; Martin back in the day, instead of partying at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; taken the chance to see more dicks.  I only had a few sexual partners(can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;count'em&lt;/span&gt; on 1 hand), don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; wanna have sex with them, just wanna see them.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fascinate&lt;/span&gt; me!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; taken better care of my CD/vinyl collection, my stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; been DA SHIT to envy today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have gained more of a career/experience before getting pregnant and married.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Woulda&lt;/span&gt; liked to be one of those I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T WOMEN they sing about in songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; sent out Christmas cards this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-8649157755549611366?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/8649157755549611366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=8649157755549611366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/8649157755549611366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/8649157755549611366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2009/01/shoulda-woulda-coulda.html' title='Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-4306454214873184374</id><published>2009-01-03T22:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:07:01.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chillin'/><title type='text'>Nothing to see folks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really don't have much to blog about.  Kinda sucks for you doesn't it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids and I go back to school on Monday....kinda sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I  haven't finished all of the projects I wanted to do before going back to work....kinda sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I'm not on contract, I don't get paid over Christmas break, REALLY SUCKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to take the kids to the museum before going back to school, didn't...kinda sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Folks in the apartment above us have a kid that is out of school too, we hear his every step... kinda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister had a baby, NO NOT THAT ONE,  and I couldn't be there....kinda sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still on the look out for a new pad....kinda sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one house I like, space wise, has a shower I can't squeeze my huge ta-ta's into....kinda sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not much else going on......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-4306454214873184374?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/4306454214873184374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=4306454214873184374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/4306454214873184374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/4306454214873184374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-to-see-folks.html' title='Nothing to see folks....'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-3994344247542913288</id><published>2008-12-31T16:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:40:47.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends vs Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Another lifetime....</title><content type='html'>I'm not really good at blogging....yet.  I'm working on it with a friend who encourages me with a few * coughs &amp;amp; ahems* who I am totally crushing on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to have a crush on a blog personality??? I know this person is real in the flesh and is some thousands of miles away, but you ever get the feeling that your paths have crossed before, maybe in another lifetime. These folk have a humorous and dark side kinda like me and made me wish miles weren't so many .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Insert &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnh8BTFiGM0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erykah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Badu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, "Lifetime"  song here}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!  What am I supposed to do when I want you in my world.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neo&lt;/span&gt;-soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-3994344247542913288?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/3994344247542913288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=3994344247542913288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3994344247542913288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3994344247542913288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-lifetime.html' title='Another lifetime....'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-3239413398736594176</id><published>2008-12-27T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:50:40.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends vs Friends'/><title type='text'>It's all to teach a lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SVZMAGoQPYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-Tyefz1QKFI/s1600-h/nintendo-ds-special-limited-edition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284494777429015938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SVZMAGoQPYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-Tyefz1QKFI/s320/nintendo-ds-special-limited-edition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Christmas, we bought the Drama Princess &amp;amp; Professor the hot new Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;.  These damn things cost $139 EACH.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We went to a total of 4 stores to find these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;specific&lt;/span&gt; colors they wanted too.  Over Thanksgiving break, I asked them where their gaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thingys&lt;/span&gt; were.  They both shrugged their shoulders.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I yell?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I beat them black &amp;amp; blue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANCELLED CHRISTMAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO TREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO LIGHTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO CAROLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO JOLLY WHITE MAN VISITING THE HOUSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO REINDEER FEET HEARD ON THE ROOF &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was harsh, I know.  Throughout the year my kids are usually honor roll or straight A students so for them to get nothing for Christmas is super bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make matters worse, everywhere they go, someone asks them "what are you getting for Christmas?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have been ungrateful for the things we buy for them and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; we make to do fun things for them.  Now they will remember forever the Christmas of 2008 and hopefully they get the message that we have been screaming about for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-3239413398736594176?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/3239413398736594176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=3239413398736594176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3239413398736594176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3239413398736594176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-to-teach-lesson.html' title='It&apos;s all to teach a lesson'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SVZMAGoQPYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-Tyefz1QKFI/s72-c/nintendo-ds-special-limited-edition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-1883694247271470714</id><published>2008-12-25T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:38:03.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chillin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Greetings!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas to you and yours!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Just wanted to wish my imaginary internet friends a Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier 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href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-greetings.html' title='Holiday Greetings!!'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-5953654568941616859</id><published>2008-12-23T10:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:11:08.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><title type='text'>Been a long time...</title><content type='html'>After being fussed out a bit by &lt;a href="http://www.itssaulewright.blogspot.com/"&gt;a friend &lt;/a&gt;about not updating the blog, I decided to get off my butt and do the damn thing.  I'm not very good at catch up posts...since y'all know I love &lt;a href="http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-wish-list.html"&gt;my lists&lt;/a&gt;, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's okay, house is a mess, always something to clean, lease is up in Feb. wanna move to rent a house, still looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Spirituality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haven't been to church in a month of Sundays, but still pray and meditate a couple times a day. Not feeling the church folk at the current moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing great, Professor on Dean's List, Drama Princess on Honor Roll, still hate the school uniforms and rules about dreadlocks. No Rec Basketball this year, really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Going surprisingly well, spending a lot of time together tripping on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florida, it's awesome.  No hurricanes, not much rain.  It ranges from 50 to 85 degrees.  I like this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing good, hates to be alone during the day when we're at work &amp;amp; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had any surprises lately from Drama Princess' mother(my sister), I maybe speaking too soon with the holidays coming up, she's likely to feel antsy and start more mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, classes are back to back, no breaks, tons of work in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love the job &amp;amp; kids in my classroom, don't like the admin. and some co-workers, NOTHING NEW!! Commuting working out okay, as long as gas prices stay under $ 1.50/ gallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still growing, I usually keep it tied up in fear of picking up lice from kids at work, still needs some serious grooming and a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clarifying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wash, looking for a new salon that's not gonna break the bank for regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, how's life for you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-5953654568941616859?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/5953654568941616859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=5953654568941616859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5953654568941616859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5953654568941616859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-very-good-at-catch-up-posts.html' title='Been a long time...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-3040573037265280038</id><published>2008-08-23T18:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:03:11.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw the Weather Channel</title><content type='html'>To all concerned Family and Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not float away with Tropical Storm Fay. No, we did not lose power. No, we did not know any of the 11 people that lost their lives as a result of Tropical Storm Fay.  No we did not have water up to our waists outside our doors.  No, we did not know &lt;a href="http://specialreport.com/hurricane-fay-florida-kite-surfer-video/"&gt;the guy with the kite&lt;/a&gt;.  No, we did not bunker down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained, and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew, &lt;br /&gt;it rained and the wind blew and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew, it rained and the wind blew and the wind blew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the tons of phone calls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pretty much get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-3040573037265280038?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/3040573037265280038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=3040573037265280038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3040573037265280038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3040573037265280038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/08/screw-weather-channel.html' title='Screw the Weather Channel'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-3497466995760527959</id><published>2008-08-20T23:20:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:34:43.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chillin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I can't get enough...</title><content type='html'>I really love to laugh.....I mean that gut busting, about to pee your pants laughing.  It helps my day to laugh at any and every stupid thing.  Youtube and other sites have helped me to reunite with all my favorite comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I (at age 12 &amp;amp; 16yrs old) used to sneak and listen to my grandaddy's collection of comedy tapes.  He had all the classics, Andrew Dice Clay, Moms Mabley, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx. Then we would try to retell the jokes to our friends.  Mannnnnnn, would we get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my favorites.....The late Robin Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5kH2SP6WEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5kH2SP6WEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-3497466995760527959?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/3497466995760527959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=3497466995760527959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3497466995760527959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3497466995760527959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-get-enough.html' title='I can&apos;t get enough...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-9081738527573465388</id><published>2008-08-13T21:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:39:51.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chillin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I'm feeling this today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SKOMZW0AYvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aMNbvcC-8KE/s1600-h/rose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234181559182975730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SKOMZW0AYvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aMNbvcC-8KE/s320/rose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the Depths of Solitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exist in the depths of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pondering my true goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying 2 find peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still preserve my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSTANTLY yearning 2 be accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from all receive respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never compromising but sosmetimes risky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is my only regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young heart with an old soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can there be peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be in the depths of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there R 2 inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Duo within me causes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perfect opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 learn and live twice as fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as those who accept simplicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Tupac Amaru Shakur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rose that grew from concrete (c) 1999 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-9081738527573465388?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/9081738527573465388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=9081738527573465388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/9081738527573465388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/9081738527573465388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-feeling-this-today.html' title='I&apos;m feeling this today....'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SKOMZW0AYvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aMNbvcC-8KE/s72-c/rose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-3084385505583455450</id><published>2008-08-12T10:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:28:00.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Stuck like chuck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SKD280sMkjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LuPdLaJlWNE/s1600-h/r1256203169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233454291801117234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SKD280sMkjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LuPdLaJlWNE/s320/r1256203169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No words or explanations needed......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-3084385505583455450?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/3084385505583455450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=3084385505583455450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3084385505583455450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3084385505583455450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/08/stuck-like-chuck.html' title='Stuck like chuck...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SKD280sMkjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LuPdLaJlWNE/s72-c/r1256203169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-2775733761336857526</id><published>2008-08-11T09:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:26:59.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Girl Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>It's our anniversary.....anniversary.</title><content type='html'>Even though The Huz and I have been going through a (Oh-my-god-I-can't-even-stand-to-be-around-you-right-now) rough patch we still decided to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We've never been on a honeymoon or a real vacation that was without the kids or that didn't involve a funeral, family reunion or some other type of family visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we rarely have moments alone without the kids out in public. This mainly stems from the fact that we are in a city away from both our families and we(mainly me) don't trust many folks with my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress....back to the anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, The Huz planned for us to go to a swanky resort in Orlando with lush accomodations and the whole nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to go to a local comedy club, have dinner at our favorite seafood buffet and chill later with drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being that we never do anything in order, we started the evening with drinks, THENNN, went to the seafood buffet. We ate like kings and queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seafood....ALOT. Our family meal budget really doesn't allow for us to eat it as much as I'd like but, so this was a real splurge for us. So any chance to eat lobster, sushi, crab legs, mussels, clams, shrimp, I'm all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At $37.95 per person(not including drinks), you damn right it was a splurge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, we had drinks BEFORE the restaurant, drinks AT the restaurant and eventually never made it to the comedy club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&gt;Enter in jacuzzi tub&lt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel, The Huz thought it would be a great idea for us to BOTH get into the tub and soak for a while. Okay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my foot massage and a few drinks, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT IS NOT FOR AN AUDIENCE WITH WEAK STOMACHS. PLEASE EMPTY ALL BEVERAGES FROM YOUR MOUTH AT THIS TIME, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY LIQUIDS THAT COME IN CONTACT WITH YOUR LAPTOP, PC, MOUSE, OR KEYBOARD. ANY DAMAGES THAT RESULT FROM YOU READING THIS IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after soaking in the jacuzzi tub, with ANOTHER COUPLE DRINKS we figure out how to turn on the jets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Wow, those jets are super strong, is there a way to turn them down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huz: No, there's only two settings, on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Wow, those jets are super strong, is there a way to turn them down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huz: Baby, you're a little tipsy aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Wow, those jets are super strong, is there a way to turn them down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Huz: No baby, just relax, they feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Wow, those jets are super strong, is there a way to turn them down?&lt;br /&gt;I'm *burp* feeling those jets anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Huz: I'll turn them off in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Wow, those jets are super strong, is there a way to turn them down?&lt;br /&gt;I'm *burp* feeling those jets anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BLLLLAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks I threw up. EVERYTHING. I. ATE. And if you were paying attention you would have caught a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The restaurant was a SEAFOOD BUFFET.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a big girl(refer to my picture) and I love my seafood.&lt;br /&gt;3. I asked 5 times to have the jets turned down or off.&lt;br /&gt;4. I had consumed quite a few alcoholic drinks.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have dreadlocks that are all the way down to my butt(refer to my picture).&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a bit of a germa-phobic person.&lt;br /&gt;7. I repeat myself alot when I'm a little tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;8. We never made it to the comedy club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I was not in the tub alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw up the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/span&gt; contents of my stomach &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN &lt;/span&gt;the jacuzzi tub &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ON TOP&lt;/span&gt; of myself and The Huz. Sexy right. I got seafood on me, on The Huz, and in my fu**ing hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, baby here's to many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-2775733761336857526?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/2775733761336857526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=2775733761336857526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2775733761336857526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2775733761336857526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-our-anniversaryanniversary.html' title='It&apos;s our anniversary.....anniversary.'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-2746022756618904462</id><published>2008-08-09T18:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:56:25.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends vs Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Angry Letter</title><content type='html'>Today I had to write a angry letter, well....email.  It was to an ex friend(no not that kinda ex) who I used to work with. At first we were co-workers, right.  Then we became friends,  she and I had girls that were about the same age.  We started putting our kids on the same basketball teams, picking each others kids up and the whole nine. We've celebrated Thanksgiving together and everything, we was tight like that.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one of her kids violated some serious laws of society and we had heated words and stopped talking.  That was 3 months or so ago.  Fast forward to now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She emailed me asking how everthing was going, like I was just away on vacation or something....not like I was gonna whoop her kid's ass for some stupid shit she did, police were gonna get called, and she wasn't gonna get a beat down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, she emailed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No apology. &lt;br /&gt;No money paid back, $150 to be exact. &lt;br /&gt;No remedy to the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote an angry letter, email rather.  Normally, when this hurt or pissed about something I write the email then don't send it.  I delete the very hate filled existance and let it go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT. THIS. TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, white people do steal. Now I clutch my purse when ever I walk by one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-2746022756618904462?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/2746022756618904462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=2746022756618904462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2746022756618904462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2746022756618904462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/08/angry-letter.html' title='Angry Letter'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-8830355733406036894</id><published>2008-08-09T00:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:45:20.529-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booty Shake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>DAT'S MY JAM!!!</title><content type='html'>While in Miami, I heard this song debut on the radio and was instantly hooked.  It has played ummmmmmmm, about 35 times since I downloaded it from iTunes.  That's a record for any song on my iPod.  Did I mention that's in only 5 days.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, I mean nobody, gets play like that on my iPod that's not strictly neosoul.  I don't know, I could have a change of heart for Jazmine Sullivan.  I Thought I'd share my new jam with you all too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diggin on her flava. Most def.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSELVXI1XCg&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSELVXI1XCg&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-8830355733406036894?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/8830355733406036894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=8830355733406036894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/8830355733406036894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/8830355733406036894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/08/dats-my-jam.html' title='DAT&apos;S MY JAM!!!'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-2966421547042983786</id><published>2008-08-07T09:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:13:50.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voo doo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoo doo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Not Bad, eh</title><content type='html'>While I' not one that usually follows closely what my horoscope says this one kinda peaked my interest today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;November 22 - December 20&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like everyone around you is happy and getting what they want, while you are still stuck in the trenches, dear Sagittarius. Don't compare yourself to other people and make judgments based on their outside appearances. The truth of the matter is that most likely they are only looking at the immediate future and only experiencing short-term pleasures. You, however, have your eyes set on the long haul, and will probably be much better off overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided by Astrocenter.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on another note, today is my best friend's birthday.  I know you're reading chica, Happy Birthday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-2966421547042983786?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/2966421547042983786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=2966421547042983786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2966421547042983786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2966421547042983786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-bad-eh.html' title='Not Bad, eh'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-760038206672746691</id><published>2008-07-26T12:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:21:28.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Blues'/><title type='text'>INTRODUCING....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my godson/nephew Garison Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-89208bd85189b166" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89208bd85189b166%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421803%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AFD9E4551DA16642280326B4B81568D5899740C.721BB2818F878CAB91DCA68193349805A932DCB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89208bd85189b166%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp2L312Fm07WlLrJnKaWp00X20Ps&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89208bd85189b166%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421803%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AFD9E4551DA16642280326B4B81568D5899740C.721BB2818F878CAB91DCA68193349805A932DCB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89208bd85189b166%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp2L312Fm07WlLrJnKaWp00X20Ps&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't he beautiful!!!! He's been the reason for all the baby blues that have made their way back into my household. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Huz has been hinting STRONGLY around the subject of having more kids. So has my best friend and my Mother-in-Law. They want more cute babies to show off. Let's face it we make some beautiful babies. Have I shown you pictures of my handsome son???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227373802278466946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SItcxwD9tYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UKp7vSxC9RM/s320/savion+b+ball.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son, The Professor is a handsome young man. I have already been warned by many that he's gonna be a lady killer and with my influence I plan on making him a strong, intelligent, self assured gentleman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Garison though.... any amount of time I spend with him makes my lady parts ache for another one. But then I remember the ache turns into pain!!!! Quickly!!! With my son's pregnancy, I had gall stones and they hurt worse than the c-section. I also did not get the joy of eating whatever I wanted because I was pregnant. I was on a super restricted diet and could only eat items that were no fat or low fat. That sucked big time!!! I had to hide my pregnancy for the first couple of months till the Huz(then Boyfriend) and I had made plans to start our lives together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still long to have a baby and walk around proud with my belly exposed for all the world to see. But then again, maybe I'm crazy as hell. What do you think??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-760038206672746691?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=89208bd85189b166&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/760038206672746691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=760038206672746691&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/760038206672746691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/760038206672746691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/07/introducing.html' title='INTRODUCING....'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/SItcxwD9tYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UKp7vSxC9RM/s72-c/savion+b+ball.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-9188664773078104885</id><published>2008-07-25T20:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:50:22.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Life 2.0 updated</title><content type='html'>You love me.......you really love me.  I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of my fans around the world.  You guys are the best and have been there for me from the very beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me explain why I'm gushing with love. It all started with a email alert from a comment from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thic&lt;/span&gt; friend wanting an update on my life and the madness involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Super big&lt;/span&gt; shot out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thicky&lt;/span&gt;....baby, you're the best, thanks for thinking of me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was thinking about me, as all of my imaginary friends do and wanted an update on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crapola&lt;/span&gt; I was going through.  Well folks, when the sh** hits the fan, it doesn't make a little splatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage:  Been working on the whole communication thing.  Who knew my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Huz&lt;/span&gt; couldn't read my mind and actually had opinions of his own.  Yeah, I know, I sit in amazement still too.  We're at the point of,  when it's good, it's good but when it's bad it's really bad. We celebrate another anniversary July 31st and I'm not sure if we're celebrating or just breathing a sigh of relief because we haven't killed or divorced each other this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a slave to the Apple( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;), but have lost some motivation after losing all of my tunes when the old computer died and went to electronics heaven.  Wait, some of the things &amp;amp; songs might have kept my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hardrive&lt;/span&gt; from getting into heaven.  So maybe, it went to electronic hell....who knows.  That sucks big time....Apple needs to explain SLOWLY and multiple times, that you will loose your tunes &amp;amp; flicks if not backed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;regularly&lt;/span&gt;.  Super big sad face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been out of school since early June.  The Drama Princess did not pass the dreaded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FCAT&lt;/span&gt; test.  That means she was retained into the third grade. Sucks big time.  I took it more personally and was more hurt that she was.  I felt like I failed as a teacher and parent.  I don't know.   She has to go to summer school(to retake the damn test and maybe pass) despite us prepaying for this super cool, and mad expensive camp for her and The Professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SAY NON REFUNDABLE &amp;amp; PISSED OFF!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Professor: He passed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FCAT&lt;/span&gt; and third grade with 2 B's away from being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; A student all school year.  He is loving summer camp and the freedom of going by himself without the Drama Princess hovering near by to crush any amount of fun had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Front:  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Huz's&lt;/span&gt; grandmother had a couple of strokes this summer. She lived a full life and was blessed with 10 children, 23 grand children and 46 great grandchildren.   She eventually passed away.  That was super hard on all of us especially my husband.  He flew home to be with his mom and family during the final preparations and for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Front:  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Huz&lt;/span&gt; was laid off from his school.  He and 200 other teachers were shafted and given "non reappointment" letters from the local school board.  Because he was not yet tenured, he also can not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; a job in the fall.   He has been doing a little hustling on the side and making dough but when August rolls around we gotta do something full time.  He has been thinking about teaching at a private christian school but there are many factors and adjustments that would be made including a pay cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, we are trying to appeal to the private school as a package deal and want for them to hire me as well.  I have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DCF&lt;/span&gt; certification and could use the experience for my resume.  Not to mention I would love the chance to be back in the classroom full time. I was never given the opportunity to be in the classroom with the school board because I lack a degree.  I'M WORKING ON IT, SLOWLY BUT STILL DILIGENTLY WORKING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have been to our local unemployment office and a couple of job fairs and nothing has panned out for us.  We're still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hope full&lt;/span&gt; for our future but hate the waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell that has been our summer.  There's not much else going on.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; have valued this summer.  The time home with the entire family has given me a new appreciation for my blessings.  We have been able to travel a little and enjoy the company of each other.  Though my family causes me the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt;, all the time, I still love them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-9188664773078104885?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/9188664773078104885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=9188664773078104885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/9188664773078104885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/9188664773078104885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-20-updated.html' title='Life 2.0 updated'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-7554346988896178281</id><published>2008-04-28T08:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:36:48.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>At this point</title><content type='html'>I have been gone for quite a while. The previous post kinda eludes to the absence. Since then I have been super busy and not so busy. Here's an update on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new toy!!! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huz&lt;/span&gt; bought me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! It has engulfed me and I am now a slave to the Apple. I can't go anywhere without it. It especially is helpful when in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WallyMart&lt;/span&gt;. I zoom in and out in 4 songs or less and this saves money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started classes online with University of Phoenix. I only have 1 class right now but will add more in 4 weeks or so. I'm still crossing all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appendages&lt;/span&gt; in hopes that the financial aid gods will look past my many failed attempts at college previously and will grant me more money. I would even be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; if the financial aid gods will rain a few extra thousand dollars on me to buy a laptop and pay a few bills too. A girl can wish, can't she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids &amp;amp; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Huz&lt;/span&gt; are back in school, they were off for 10 days for spring break and we all made it through!!! Whew!!! For a minute I didn't know we were gonna make it, the kids eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much now. Thank you US government for the free lunch program. I will never talk bad about you again. The Professor alone will eat through a box of cereal and loaf of bread in 2 days flat. I have suggested that he gets a job, but he laughs and asks if he can finish what's left on my plate. It's not too early for an 8 yr old to work is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have some drama with the Drama Princess over the spring break. Her visit to her mom was extended, WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, for another week and she was returned only after missing an entire week of school. Thanks a lot, as if she isn't already behind enough on her own. The school personnel called daily to check on her knowing how the situation is with her mom and I. They are really great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my child care licensing exam and passed on the first try!!! I applied for a few summer camp positions in that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt; but won't hear back for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't found a job....but I do take my Postal Exam to be a rural route carrier tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed for me!! Starting pay is at $16.75/hour and the money could really come in handy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not much else has been going on.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-7554346988896178281?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/7554346988896178281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=7554346988896178281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/7554346988896178281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/7554346988896178281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-this-point.html' title='At this point'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-5724230911122251075</id><published>2008-03-31T10:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:37:41.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Girl Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Some serious Dr. Phil/Oprah shit going on</title><content type='html'>By nature I'm a fixer.  I'm the oldest of me and my sisters and it was my job to fix things.  For a long time I proved to be very good at "fixing" things, emotions, and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I said &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my skills as the fixer have been seriously put to the test and I have failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not fix my marriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not fix the Drama Princess's mounting emotional issues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not fix the relationship between my sisters and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not fix my financial situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not fix my job situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not fix my dog's scratching/allergy problem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not fix my weight problems. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how my my issue/weight comes last on the list, that may be something that needs to be fixed too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not fix these things.  I do not know where to begin to even try to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me, can attest to how much of a humongous hit to my ego I'm taking for admitting all this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, is my ego something that needs to be fixed to???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-5724230911122251075?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/5724230911122251075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=5724230911122251075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5724230911122251075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5724230911122251075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-serious-dr-philoprah-shit-going-on.html' title='Some serious Dr. Phil/Oprah shit going on'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-4999759163766465012</id><published>2008-03-28T09:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:28:32.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Madness in my head</title><content type='html'>You know how you got a song/thought stuck in your head and you try and try to get it out of there.  Well that where I'm at now.......on day 4 of the song on REPEAT in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is one that The Professor and I both know.  No one else in the fam knows it....I CHECKED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe you know what it goes to???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please help get the madness out of my head!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooooolie, oooolie, oooolie, rock is my home, rock is my home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooooolie, oooolie, oooolie, rock is my home, rock is my home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe this is an omen for my future???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe the a rock will be my home and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the chant to honor the rock for allowing me to crash there???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need more sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-4999759163766465012?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/4999759163766465012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=4999759163766465012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/4999759163766465012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/4999759163766465012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/03/madness-in-my-head.html' title='Madness in my head'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-6747442969756490544</id><published>2008-03-27T20:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:20:14.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clock Gobblers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Girl Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Porn'/><title type='text'>You know you're a FAT KID!!!</title><content type='html'>You know you're a fat kid if you score 18 out of 20 on the &lt;a href="http://food.aol.com/play-with-your-food/candy-bar-id-quiz"&gt;Candy Bar Identification Quiz&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try and tell me how you do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-6747442969756490544?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/6747442969756490544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=6747442969756490544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6747442969756490544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6747442969756490544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-youre-fat-kid.html' title='You know you&apos;re a FAT KID!!!'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-2732080861155884854</id><published>2008-03-20T12:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:09:57.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><title type='text'>Current Events</title><content type='html'>Hello Imaginary Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has been going on in the world of ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Professor and Drama Princess have made it through the FCAT testing!!!!  As for their teachers...well, I know they are relieved to have it over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a new van.  Well, not a NEW van but it's one that I like alot.  Aside from the color I love everything about the van.  The kids &amp;amp; the dog like it too and it has seats that are separated, you know not the big bench seat.  This helps a great deal with the Drama Princess fussing on The Professor.  With her ADHD and attachment issues she does not know or respect boundaries and has to constantly be the center of every one's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT. ALL. TIMES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She fusses on The Professor all the time and he usually just accepts it. &lt;/div&gt;Although lately he's been paying her back for the many years of torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She used to call him names under her breath so I couldn't hear them.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He now calls her "ignoramus", over and over again. She hates words she doesn't know the meaning of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She used to boss him around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He now tells her to "get out of my space, ignoramus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She would take toys, books, anything that seemed interesting to him and throw them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He now hides her things and laughs when she walks in circles looking for them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually have to closely ref their interactions with each other and make sure they don't get brutal but lately I can't help but let some of the stuff the Professor does slip by.  I know it's not the "parentally responsible" thing to do.  I just love the fact that The Professor is now standing up for himself and not taking her crap anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I know....I get the Bad Parent of the Year Award!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-2732080861155884854?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/2732080861155884854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=2732080861155884854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2732080861155884854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2732080861155884854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/03/current-events.html' title='Current Events'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-1633871447837910079</id><published>2008-03-09T20:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:22:16.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Disfunction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Drama AKA My Sister</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in a while......shoot me.  No really I deserve a kick in the pants because more blogging was apart of my &lt;a href="http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolution-time-folks.html"&gt;New Year's Resolutions&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to let this go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks ago I got a call from the Drama Princess' mom(AKA my sister) asking if she could come and scoop the 'D' Princess for a birthday party (weekend of March 7th) thrown for her girlfriend's son 'Cardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(girlfriend like bow*wow*chicka bow*wow)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep, she's gay!!!  Quite the shock to me too!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sooooo, I agree and tell her okay not analyzing all the heavy variables around the dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the weekends spent with DP's mom are disasters waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;disasters like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*not returning her on time(no, we are not awake expecting her back at 2am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*returning her days later(school starts on Monday not Thursday!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*returning her smelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*returning her sick(with ear infections, coughs, diahrrea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*returning her without feeding her&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;(not a big deal right, try telling DP dinner was at 6pm and not 2am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*returning her with clothing you bought for her that looks like hooker uniforms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*not bringing back herMUCH NEEDED, VERY EXPENSIVE ADHD MEDS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*bring her back with NO SHOES OR JACKET or a combo of both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I hate dealing with any of the above mentioned things in any combonation.  but I have to go through this because it is court ordered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOTTOM LINE THEY PISS ME OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the variables,&lt;br /&gt;this weekend is day light savings time(bad enough she is already late, now she'll be even later)&lt;br /&gt;the big standardized test FCAT (that result in pass or fail 3rd grade)&lt;br /&gt;she is always SUPER DUPER emotional after visits&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of traffic due to it being Bike Week(another reason to be late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What the hell was I thinking!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-1633871447837910079?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/1633871447837910079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=1633871447837910079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/1633871447837910079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/1633871447837910079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/03/drama-aka-my-sister.html' title='Drama AKA My Sister'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-5963067349048698944</id><published>2008-02-22T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:46:54.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Girl Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booty Shake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Big Girl Panties</title><content type='html'>Ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the past few post here have been quite negative, to say the least.  But, I gotta tell you something.....adulthood, parenting &amp;amp; marriage is harder than it looks.  No, really, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what most other people do when they are down in the dumps...I called my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her today and she told me that she did not want to hear any of my crap todayI told her I was gonna talk mean about her on my blog. She laughed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I need to vent, can I have a venting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No, I'm at work and besides you owe me, it's my turn to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pleasssssseeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No, I can't give you the support you need today, besides, you vented the last few times, when do I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I'll be your best friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nope....no thanks.  Stop begging, you sound sooo sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's not nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not meant to be.  What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A big girl outfit, why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Look, I gotta go in a few to get my ass chewed by my supervisor. I need for you to pick your self up, go to your room and change underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Change underwear?????  WTF... I'm already dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trina: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know, just do as I say. Pick out your favorite big girl panties, you know the ones that make you giggle like you know a secret no one else knows, strut your stuff in the mirror and see if you don't feel better.  I gotta go.....kiss the kids for me, I'll call you tomorrow.  Love you bunches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Change underwear????  WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DO IT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So I did......and it worked!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169964050423989058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R79m6YcPw0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/C94QVtFuLb4/s320/Big+Girl+Panties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody said big girl panties had to be ugly!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a card I made, in honor of big girl panties!!!!!  She's gonna die laughing when I send her this!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-5963067349048698944?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/5963067349048698944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=5963067349048698944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5963067349048698944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5963067349048698944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-girl-panties.html' title='Big Girl Panties'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R79m6YcPw0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/C94QVtFuLb4/s72-c/Big+Girl+Panties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-723616928800769834</id><published>2008-02-19T19:12:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:37:34.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Unemployment Hell # 2</title><content type='html'>Today was a not so good day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I interviewed for a super fabolous job. I just knew I was getting it. The hours &amp;amp; days were perfect. The pay was $14/hour. I would still be at home at a decent hour to handle the kids in the afternoons. Kinda close to home. I get government holidays off because it is a county job (which line up with school closings too.) At the close of the interview, one of the two ladies interviewing me kinda gave me the notion that I would be hearing from them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you get when you assume......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from them all right......they sent me a lovely rejection letter (addressed to another lady on the inside). Another thanks but no thanks type of letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw on the Today show this clip with Tyra Banks saying that people were discriminated on because of their first name and assumed things about people based on prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/23234982#23234982" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;' scrolling="no" frameborder="0" 20width="425" 20src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/23234982#23234982"&gt;'&gt;this clip&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ya, think???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to mind when you hear the first name&lt;strong&gt; SHANEKA&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;Be honest!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-723616928800769834?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/723616928800769834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=723616928800769834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/723616928800769834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/723616928800769834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/02/unemployment-hell-2.html' title='Unemployment Hell # 2'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-5826592262855482107</id><published>2008-02-07T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:58:21.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clock Gobblers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Clock Gobblers</title><content type='html'>Since being unemployed, I have found various ways to gobble the clock (waste time).  Most of them involve all of my hobbies; crafting, photography, decorating. Here  are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/"&gt;Cut Out &amp;amp; Keep It&lt;/a&gt;--This is awesome for folks that like to "repurpose" trash lying around the house.  There are some great tutorials in all kinds of catorgories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/traveler-iq/game1"&gt;Travel IQ Challenge&lt;/a&gt;--I am hooked on this game.  You have seconds to locate different spots in the world.  High scores are based on speed and how close (in miles) your guess is to the destination.  The Professor loves this game and I'm trying to beat his high score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diyphotography.net/"&gt;DIYPhotography.net&lt;/a&gt;--This site gives great tutorials on how to play with your cameras and photo editing software. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/features/quiz/"&gt;Microsoft Encarta Quiz Page&lt;/a&gt;--I am the best at these quizzes.   My brain is a storage of random facts and I do really good at these quizzes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/home"&gt;Instructables&lt;/a&gt;--This is a website full of people just like me...with TOO MUCH time on their hands.  They have used this time to create some of the oddest things, food, art, crafts, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I mention that most of the insane tutorials have &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures to show you exactly how-to??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Dachshund-wheelchair/"&gt;Wanna build a wheelchair for your dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Dorito-and-Onion-Pie/"&gt;Wanna make Doritos &amp;amp; Onion Pie?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Grow-a-square-watermelon/"&gt;Wanna grow a square watermelon?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for now, I'll post more clock gobblers another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the job search is still looking dismal.  Thanks for the encouraging words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-5826592262855482107?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/5826592262855482107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=5826592262855482107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5826592262855482107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5826592262855482107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/02/clock-gobblers.html' title='Clock Gobblers'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-7065737862074347155</id><published>2008-01-31T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:05:06.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Plan Derailed...</title><content type='html'>I started the new year with very &lt;a href="http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolution-time-folks.html"&gt;positive optimism&lt;/a&gt;, really I did.  I had a plan in place...but things sometimes don't go as planned.  I made the declaration that I was going to seriously start looking for work, and I did.  I had a plan....to get a job by the end of January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan included getting the paper on Sunday, highlighting all the possible ads to apply to .  I color coded the ads---pink for faxed resume, green for emailed resume, blue for online application, yellow for in person application.  All positions that looked really appealing, got stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I would get the family situated in the morning by 7am and start "going to work". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go through my list of ads and respond.  I even got showered &amp;amp; dressed the part!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I would call the companies to make sure they recieved my resume/application and try to get a name of the Human Resources person to follow up with later in the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednsday, I would search our local Pennysaver employment ads.  I color coded then--pink for faxed resume, green for emailed resume, blue for online application, yellow for in person application.  All positions that looked really appealing, got stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to get the return phone call or automated email response stating that the position was filled by some other slump.  I kinda take it personally and get discouraged quickly.  I have prayed and prayed for some breakthrough and still to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, maybe GOD has something mind blowing in store for me and is just waiting on me to be patient and put trust in HIM.  This becomes increasingly hard as the bill collectors continue to call, daily, nightly, hourly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I needed to plan for delays or bumps in my plan.  But right now I'm just tired......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-7065737862074347155?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/7065737862074347155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=7065737862074347155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/7065737862074347155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/7065737862074347155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/plan-derailed.html' title='Plan Derailed...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-3699216446828618804</id><published>2008-01-28T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:26:03.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Sometimes Life Sucks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started this post off soooo negatively because sometimes it really does suck, life that is. Today, started off like every Monday in my eternal quest for gainful employment. I dropped The Huz off at the carpool at the ungodly hour of 5AM and saw The Professor &amp;amp; Drama Princess off to school. All of this was done by 7AM. I skipped making coffee to hurry out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I was getting the jump on all other unemployed cohabitants of America, at the early hour, I set off with my local Sunday classifieds under my arm, all circled the night before, to job search, only to be met by at least 75 other slumps at my Local Unemployment Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeat before my first cup of coffee………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I just knew that all of these people, lined up in the brisk morning air, had the SAME exact ads circled on their copy of the Sunday classifieds. But trying to stay encouraged I shook the negativity off. With freshly copied resumes’ in hand, I got in line, FUMING!!!!! Impatiently shifting my weight from foot to foot, in the most uncomfortable shoes I own, I waited my turn to use the fax machine. I overheard Slump # 63 say , “I shoulda brought a lawn chair and a cooler full of beer”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My. Thoughts. Exactly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When my turn came, I stepped up to the exceptionally warmed up fax machine, type in the first 3 digits of my number one job pick, only to have the sophisticated machine clairvoyantly guess the rest of the phone number!!!!!! I press the flashing green button to accept this chronically used number to send my resume to sulk in the pile of resumes that beat mine. When the fax transmission receipt printed, it said the number had been dialed 42 times on January 28, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;F***!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually showered &amp;amp; changed for this……..maybe I shoulda stayed in bed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-3699216446828618804?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/3699216446828618804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=3699216446828618804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3699216446828618804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3699216446828618804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-life-sucks.html' title='Sometimes Life Sucks....'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-2915923967861213307</id><published>2008-01-28T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:35:47.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Girl Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Porn'/><title type='text'>Come Drool with me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R54fdln8LrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5WYpLIJmjq0/s1600-h/amystray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160596816189468338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R54fdln8LrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5WYpLIJmjq0/s320/amystray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does this count as an actually fruit for my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now I'm drooling like a poor kid at the ice cream truck. These look soooo good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man I wish I had some money!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some money, go buy some for me, PRETTY PLEASE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.amyscandykitchen.com/page.cfm/164"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&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/5592501225925592469-2915923967861213307?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/2915923967861213307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=2915923967861213307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2915923967861213307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2915923967861213307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-drool-with-me.html' title='Come Drool with me!!!'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R54fdln8LrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5WYpLIJmjq0/s72-c/amystray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-6691266844626493595</id><published>2008-01-22T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:28:11.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>This is what I am grateful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R5u_W1n8LqI/AAAAAAAAANs/b_tVMNNLfsk/s1600-h/shittt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159928197155663522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R5u_W1n8LqI/AAAAAAAAANs/b_tVMNNLfsk/s320/shittt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Drama Princess"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daytona Beach---January, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R5u9s1n8LpI/AAAAAAAAANk/uEkVkaX215c/s1600-h/Copy+of+Nov+Dec+07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't say it enough...could I ever possibly. Princess, I love you. It is moments like these that I treasure. You were not born of me but I feel you are still apart of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I yell at you for alot of the things you do. I know, and I'm sorry. Sometimes I find it hard to parent you with all of your "quirks" that come with your ADHD and other issues. Your logic and reasoning does not match mine and that makes us constantly bump heads. I'm working on my patience as a parent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look back and remember how much progress you have made in life despite_______________(fill in the blank with one of your many issues). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really and truely believe that your future will be bright and that you are a blessing to our family!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Mommy/Auntie loves you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-6691266844626493595?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/6691266844626493595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=6691266844626493595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6691266844626493595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6691266844626493595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-what-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='This is what I am grateful for...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R5u_W1n8LqI/AAAAAAAAANs/b_tVMNNLfsk/s72-c/shittt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-8335608779024887674</id><published>2008-01-21T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:14:15.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R5VRag_2KOI/AAAAAAAAANc/rZc9taSpGOc/s1600-h/sugar+debut+2_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R5VRag_2KOI/AAAAAAAAANc/rZc9taSpGOc/s320/sugar+debut+2_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158118464198944994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 3 years ago I went to Petsmart to buy fish food and walked out with a dog.  The Huz was talking about buying me a dog, and we had even went to the local pet shelter to search one out.  They were all too big for our apartment or had too many issues.  I was only in the store for fish food and was followed by a little fluff ball.  Second Chance Rescue made weekend appearances at Petsmart with potential pups.  After hearing My Sugar's story I had to give in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar was abandoned in Lousiana during Hurricane Katrina.  The folks from Second Chance Rescue went and brought back animals that survived and nursed them all back to health.  My Sugar was a lucky one.  Sugar has a list of issues including she has to have her meals cooked for her due to her wheat &amp; dye allergy and also has a severe flea allergy too.  Did I also mention she has terrible separation anxiety and hates to be alone (must be a hurricane thing).  She gets nervous and chews on whatever's close when she is left at home long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago we adopted Sugar and ALL her issues and brought her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sugar!!!  &lt;br /&gt;We Love You!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-8335608779024887674?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/8335608779024887674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=8335608779024887674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/8335608779024887674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/8335608779024887674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-sugar.html' title='Happy Birthday Sugar'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R5VRag_2KOI/AAAAAAAAANc/rZc9taSpGOc/s72-c/sugar+debut+2_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-2283316622035531091</id><published>2008-01-17T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:08:25.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Missing Memories....</title><content type='html'>It is amazing some of the things that we remember from our childhood.  There are things that, perhaps, I should forget but still stain my memory still to this day.  These are the things that contribute to the pieces of me that often come undone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom had 4 daughters.  She raised us by herself(except for the occasional live in boyfriend), up until the end.  I can vividly remember when she started to get sick.  I was in the 7th grade and school had been in for about a month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, it was a Thursday, when I got off the bus and found my Grandfather waiting at the bus stop for us to get off.  This was really, really strange, especially being that we were latchkey kids since I was 7 years old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the fat kid I was, I got excited, thinking he was taking us for a snack. But when we got into his Ford Bronco, and he turned off Mahalia Jackson's wailings and got quiet.  He took a deep breath and told us that we were going to start staying with Him and Grandma for a while and that our Momma was real sick and was going in the hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with my Grandparents was cool, at first.  They spoiled us every chance they could. We got all our favorite meals cooked for us (Huge plus in the fat girl department).  And because we hastily moved in, we also got new clothes.  My sisters and I were oblivious to the hushed conversations that abruptly stopped when we entered the room.  Why should we have been, we had just went shopping, got Blue Wack-A-Doo flavored Slurpees before dinner, nobody bothered us about homework, and we were getting ready to have my favorite meal...smothered pork chops, sweet peas &amp; rice pilaf (I have not eaten any of the above meal since).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That following Sunday, after church, we were allowed to go visit my Momma at the hospital...no one prepared us for what were going to see.  My plus-sized Momma, had wasted away in a matter of days.  The doctor at her bedside patted me on my shoulder while the nurse nearby just shook her head and whispered "Dem poo' babies".  None of them had the heart to tell us that our Momma was DYING....  This later on pissed me off.  I stayed angry at alot of people because of this and still hang on to threads of hate today.  What I also hang on to are the unimportant details that I should forget.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes have panic attacks because I feel like I can't remember my Momma any more.  I have times when it is hard to remember what her face looked like, how her hair was styled, what perfume she wore, her favorite color, her favorite food, how her voice sounded, her favorite song...these missing memories have a tendency to make me come undone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I get a sign, something that I have overlooked many, many times before.  It has been kept awaiting the right time to reveal itself to me, in a time when it sooths my aching heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother passed away at Bethesda Memorial Hospital, in Boynton Beach, Florida on Thursday, September 19, 1991...I was 12 1/2 years old, my sisters, Shahara,11 years old, Crystal (7 years old), Chianti(6 years old) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Drama Princess has been hounding me to paint her fingernails for days.  I just was too busy or it was a tactic to avoid going to bed.  I had looked at &amp; painted her nails a thousand times before but had never noticed that she has the oddly long &amp; slender fingers.......that my Momma had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this, I say thank you to the universe for sending this RIGHT ON TIME....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-2283316622035531091?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/2283316622035531091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=2283316622035531091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2283316622035531091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2283316622035531091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing-memories.html' title='Missing Memories....'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-9002440062088951399</id><published>2008-01-17T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:03:09.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Mind Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Some Funny Stuff!!</title><content type='html'>I was just put on to this guy by a friend. (Heh, Heh, I'm on him, get it!!) The video is 10 minutes long but it is well worth it. Jeff Dunham is hilarious, now The Professor says he wants to be a ventriloquist....over my dead body!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I do have friends, this is one of them.  I didn't make her up either!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coleyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-9002440062088951399?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/9002440062088951399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=9002440062088951399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/9002440062088951399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/9002440062088951399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-funny-stuff.html' title='Some Funny Stuff!!'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-1630836657785858348</id><published>2008-01-14T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:18:23.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>That kinda day already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R4tg9A_2KNI/AAAAAAAAANU/3cK9SvGJs2M/s1600-h/comic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155320799811741906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R4tg9A_2KNI/AAAAAAAAANU/3cK9SvGJs2M/s320/comic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-1630836657785858348?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/1630836657785858348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=1630836657785858348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/1630836657785858348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/1630836657785858348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-kinda-day-already.html' title='That kinda day already...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R4tg9A_2KNI/AAAAAAAAANU/3cK9SvGJs2M/s72-c/comic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-2330969176885970984</id><published>2008-01-10T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:20:25.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>"They're taking over the damn apartment"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No, it's not the children, though most days it is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huz&lt;/span&gt; has become obsessed with our invasion of ants. It all started with a box of open cereal and it has progressed to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Huz&lt;/span&gt; buying 4 different kinds of bug killers. I thought it was getting better with the cleaning we have been doing and putting everything into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ziplock&lt;/span&gt; baggies &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tupperware&lt;/span&gt;. I think not....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While sitting in my craft corner drinking a glass of water I noticed my tongue getting numb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153944202663831746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R4Z88g_2KMI/AAAAAAAAANM/cX40N0rZDxs/s320/555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Huz&lt;/span&gt; went through the cabinets and drawers and sprayed bug spray INSIDE!!!!! ON THE DISHES &amp;amp; SILVERWARE....THAT WE EAT ON...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I confronted him about it he yelled back....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"They're taking over the damn apartment!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm about to come UNDONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-2330969176885970984?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/2330969176885970984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=2330969176885970984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2330969176885970984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2330969176885970984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/theyre-taking-over-damn-apartment.html' title='&quot;They&apos;re taking over the damn apartment&quot;....'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R4Z88g_2KMI/AAAAAAAAANM/cX40N0rZDxs/s72-c/555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-4721849441152203059</id><published>2008-01-03T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:53:57.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>New Year's Meme</title><content type='html'>I saw this MEME on someone's blog and decided to MEME myself....I know how pathetic, right.... I forgot who I lifted this MEME from. Oh well, here goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pick up and move away.....long story!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I did keep my &lt;a href="http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolution-time-folks.html"&gt;resolutions from last year&lt;/a&gt;, and made a few for this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My friend, GiGi &amp;amp; my Big Sis adopted ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ummm, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;None, I had no money for that...I would love to go to China, Japan, Australia, Puerto Rico &amp;amp; Haiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Clarity &amp;amp; Prosperity!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was elected as Vice President of PTA for my kids' school.   **Go Mommy, Go Mommy!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I had quite a few, but mostly all have been resolved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nope, thank GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aside from the assorted craft/scrapbooking stuff, Ummmm, my &lt;a href="http://www.acmoore.com/p-59704-cricut-expression-cutting-machine-bundle.aspx"&gt;Cricut&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To pay various bills, sad, I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Family visits, working, my kids' new school, visit from my BFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fatter...so what!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rich in spirit, poor in $$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take pictures, spend time playing with my kids &amp;amp; dog, have more dates with The Huz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Obsess over things not in my control(I should have surrendered it to GOD)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nowhere-Place-Bernice-L-McFadden/dp/0525948759/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1199806798&amp;amp;sr=1-7"&gt;Bernice L. McFadden's Nowhere is a Place &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Provocraft &lt;a href="http://www.acmoore.com/p-59704-cricut-expression-cutting-machine-bundle.aspx"&gt;Cricut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Honey, did you see my &lt;a href="http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-wish-list.html"&gt;Christmas List&lt;/a&gt;?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That plus a fully loaded &lt;a href="http://www.chevrolet.com/trailblazer/"&gt;Chevy Trailblazer &lt;/a&gt;( right now I have to share a car with The Huz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bookstores, Craft Stores, and Libraries, time alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Grandfather, Rudolph (Rudy) Cartwright &amp;amp; my Mother( Joslyn Cartwright) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They both passed away some time ago, but I still miss them terribly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-4721849441152203059?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/4721849441152203059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=4721849441152203059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/4721849441152203059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/4721849441152203059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-meme.html' title='New Year&apos;s Meme'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-105114691062659444</id><published>2007-12-28T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:46:36.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Resolution Time, Folks!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I made only one resolution. My resolution seemed kinda small in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; to those made by my friends. But, so what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I STUCK TO IT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My resolution was to take better care of my skin and nails and I did this year. I drank more water, moisturized daily and &lt;em&gt;tried &lt;/em&gt;not to pick at pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yep, still get pimples even at 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; yrs old)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I tried to steer clear of making resolutions that would quickly be broken and forgotten. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, I'm gonna stick to the same theme this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolutions for this year will be to try to eliminate the negative speaking &amp;amp; make more time for myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on reading more books, do more crafts, go to the library/bookstore more, all to help with my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for eliminating the negative speaking, I'm not going to say I will stop cursing. That would be just plain STUPID!!! I am willing to say that I will stop being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; sarcastic and chill with the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now, the catch is that I am making this resolution while my kids and husband are home on winter break from school. Will I be able to keep my both resolutions despite them being home all day, every day till school break is over?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back with me January 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; when the Professor, Princess &amp;amp; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Huz&lt;/span&gt; go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH Yeah, how could you let me forget my other resolution is to blog more!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love letting my imaginary internet friends see what's going on with me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-105114691062659444?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/105114691062659444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=105114691062659444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/105114691062659444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/105114691062659444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolution-time-folks.html' title='Resolution Time, Folks!!!'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-3567853558932392151</id><published>2007-12-25T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:44:49.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Santa Sucks</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU suck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get shit on &lt;a href="http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-wish-list.html"&gt;my list&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the bleach or Lysol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhh Hum bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw your list!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Woman Undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed your holidays!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-3567853558932392151?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/3567853558932392151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=3567853558932392151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3567853558932392151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/3567853558932392151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-sucks.html' title='Santa Sucks'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-4116820840723742947</id><published>2007-12-17T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:39:26.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Outside....</title><content type='html'>I can not beileve this!!! Our weather is actually cooling down here in Florida. My MIL used to buy The Professor and the Drama Princess coats from stores in Virginia and send them here. Well, today we had to blow the dust off of the coats and acutally use them for the kids to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of the Drama Princess in her coat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144935710623934594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R2Z7xQ_2KII/AAAAAAAAAMs/xcTw-1T-4B8/s320/sakeema+new+coat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-4116820840723742947?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/4116820840723742947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=4116820840723742947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/4116820840723742947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/4116820840723742947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Outside....'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmrHF_BVPg8/R2Z7xQ_2KII/AAAAAAAAAMs/xcTw-1T-4B8/s72-c/sakeema+new+coat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-6930676367993395484</id><published>2007-12-14T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:55:47.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booty Shake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so the other day I was checking my email and what do I find in there....an email stating I got 2 comments posted to my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go Me, Go Me, Go Me!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I should mention that one of the comments came from a blogger who I have blog envy for!!!  (***Really gushing***)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;****Doing the Happy Mommy Booty Shake****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks, you guys, that made my day to know that I am not just aimlessly rambling on to my imaginary internet friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-6930676367993395484?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/6930676367993395484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=6930676367993395484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6930676367993395484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/6930676367993395484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-so-other-day-i-was-checking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-8448590817596627829</id><published>2007-12-14T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:54:26.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you will find my Christmas Wish List. I have been a good girl contrary to what others say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A &lt;a href="http://www.dereklam.com/accessories/s2008/b5.html"&gt;Derek Lam handbag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodclassic/"&gt;IPOD Classic &lt;/a&gt;with accessories&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore.woa/wa/RSLID?nnmm=browse&amp;amp;mco=19ACBC54&amp;amp;node=home/giftcards/itunes"&gt;ITunes gift card &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://oceanwatersspa.com/"&gt;Gift Certificate for regular Spa Treatments &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://nikonimaging.com/global/products/digitalcamera/slr/d40/index.htm"&gt;Nikon D40 SLR Digital Camera &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. More &lt;a href="http://www.cricut.com/shopping/productList.aspx?sc=2"&gt;Provocraft Cricut Cartridges &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.zales.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2927301&amp;amp;cp=2071132.2109138&amp;amp;pg=11&amp;amp;fbx=0&amp;amp;cp=2071132&amp;amp;fbn=Metal+Color%7CYellow&amp;amp;f=PAD%2FEarring+Style%2FHoop&amp;amp;f=PAD%2FMetal+Color%2FYellow&amp;amp;fbc=1&amp;amp;categoryId=2109138&amp;amp;kpc=1&amp;amp;parentPage=search&amp;amp;searchId=20995394493"&gt;3" Solid Gold Hoop Earrings &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.lnt.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2620681&amp;amp;cp=1331605.1331626.1385344&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;An Awesome Set of Sheets &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bi-weekly Maid Service for 1 year&lt;br /&gt;10. Unlimited supply of Bleach&lt;br /&gt;11. Unlimited supply of Lysol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are a busy man, so gift cards in the amount of $1000 each to the following stores would be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea, A.C. Moore, Michaels Arts &amp;amp; Crafts, Home Depot, Lowe's, K-Mart,Wal-Mart &amp;amp; Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering how good I have been this year and the past years you have skipped over me I think this list ought to even us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your attention in this matter,&lt;br /&gt;The Undone Woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-8448590817596627829?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/8448590817596627829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=8448590817596627829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/8448590817596627829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/8448590817596627829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-wish-list.html' title='My Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-2805181731062445333</id><published>2007-12-06T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:51:32.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Politically Revelent...</title><content type='html'>I have never been much on arguing politics with anyone.  I am a proud registered voter but struggle with sorting through all the media and bureaucratic crap in order to make a clear decision on who to vote for.  I vote based on what candidate would be beneficial for my family.   I did not vote for George W. Bush and question the judgement of anyone else who would vote for such a ding bat.  In an American Government/Economics class, I learned that Presidents have their speeches written for them and that most of their responses to media questions were scripted.  Some presidents were sooo eloquent that it did not show. There is no question that someone writes for President Bush!!!  YA THINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have never been one to bring politics to the discussion table, this video is an awesome stance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eDJ3cuXKV4&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eDJ3cuXKV4&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-2805181731062445333?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eDJ3cuXKV4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/2805181731062445333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=2805181731062445333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2805181731062445333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/2805181731062445333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/12/politically-revelent.html' title='Politically Revelent...'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-891218227113016444</id><published>2007-11-07T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:54:21.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbermaid® and Ziplock ® and Tupperware® oh my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment Living'/><title type='text'>Dear Apartment #1012</title><content type='html'>Dear Apartment # 1012,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not began to tell you how much I HATE you. I can not exactly put my finger on the one point in our relationship that soured my feelings towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the super small kitchen that can not fit 2 adults at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;The odd floor plans that don't allow for normal shaped couch?&lt;br /&gt;Is the grossly stained carpet throughout the apartment?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the ceiling fans that sound like they are going to fall on your head?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the weird neighbors in close proximity?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the NON-handy Handy man sent to fix things he does not know how to fix?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the lack of space for the rest of the crap we accumulate daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just 2 adults, 2 children and 1 dog. THAT'S IT!!! Why isn't there more space???? The brochure said it comfortably fits up to a family of 8. Where, I don't know!!! When I compare our square footage to those of our friend's apartments they envy us, but them I ask them why??? There isn't one square foot of the floor of the apartment that is empty. My many attempts of organizing have failed. No amount of Rubbermaid®, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ziplock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;®, or Tupperware® can save our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to break up with you very soon but lack the money to do so. So I guess we are stuck with each other. So, please let's be adults about this and try to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. Please tell your friend, Apartment # 1022, above us to keep their loud footsteps and odd smells to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Upset Occupant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-891218227113016444?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/891218227113016444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=891218227113016444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/891218227113016444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/891218227113016444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-apartment-1012.html' title='Dear Apartment #1012'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-522300672368006410</id><published>2007-11-05T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:24:09.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Dropped Off The Face Of The Earth</title><content type='html'>To my imaginary friends who read and respond to my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for not posting lately.  I have taken a temporary leave of my senses....literally, and promise to reopen the window to my brain again once it is located....again.  I have had a lot on my plate to deal with and have not been able to slow the thoughts down enough to type and post them.  I am not exactly sure how to divulge the details or if I even want to share them yet.  Just know that I was lost,  but now am found again, PRAISE THE LORD!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely yours,&lt;br /&gt;The Woman Undone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-522300672368006410?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/522300672368006410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=522300672368006410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/522300672368006410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/522300672368006410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/11/dropped-off-face-of-earth.html' title='Dropped Off The Face Of The Earth'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-5147632763526654836</id><published>2007-09-12T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:23:43.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soapbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>Guarding Childhood</title><content type='html'>Please give me a minute to mount my SOAPBOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM! * clearing my throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am a very conservative and strict parent. I have problems with issues that other folks would normally turn a blind eye to. But I believe it is all with good cause and reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I am the parent who would protest and return the gifts that relatives/friends have given that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emblazoned&lt;/span&gt; with "THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BRATZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" logo. I refuse to support, display, or buy a product that is marketed to little girls and has clothing that I would not put on my own children. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BRATZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dolls are not the only product that I boycott. Barbie and other dolls have crossed that imaginary line as well. I am a firm believer that it is such products that slowly chip away at preserving the childhood of our girls. Is it too much to ask for a doll that does not encourage being pregnant, super, super thin, dressed like a hooker???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AND THEN THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY TO COME OUT WITH A CLOTHING LINE TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY 9 YEAR OLD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NIECE&lt;/span&gt; DOES NOT NEED TO WEAR HIPSTER JEANS THAT REVEAL HER ASS CRACK OR SHIRTS THAT DO NOT COVER HER NAVEL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothing (along with the attitude of parents) assist "MONSTER TOY COMPANIES" in glamorizing dressing like strippers/sluts-in-training. There are even parents who think this is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARE YOU ON CRACK???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the type of example we want our little girls??? If that is the case, why don't we just start shopping at the stores strippers do and get the whole outfits, shoes and all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I can not be the only person who feels this way!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends joke with me and say that I'll have "Drama Princess" wearing pigtails and hair bows when she is 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not true, maybe till she is 21years old, we'll see......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-5147632763526654836?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/5147632763526654836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=5147632763526654836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5147632763526654836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/5147632763526654836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/09/guarding-childhood.html' title='Guarding Childhood'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592501225925592469.post-7351366781817773365</id><published>2007-09-10T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:13:44.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women of color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>Is it just me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it just me????? I know and have been told that I can be....umm...what's the word....picky, selective, obsessive? I have a bunch of pet peeves and I have taken the time to list them below. They are not in any particular order but some do take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precedence&lt;/span&gt; over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Germs--on any surface or anybody...&lt;br /&gt;2. Ignorant comments from ignorant people...&lt;br /&gt;3. Nosy people, no that does not include blog readers...&lt;br /&gt;4. Bad parents (to be elaborated on in another post)...&lt;br /&gt;5. Bad drivers (also to be elaborated on in another post)...&lt;br /&gt;6. Children with dirty faces, hands or clothes...&lt;br /&gt;7. Loud cellphone talkers (Hello!!!! I do not need to know about your mom's boob job)&lt;br /&gt;8. Women of color who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trifling&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T MAKE THE REST OF US LOOK BAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Children who don't know their real name (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pooky&lt;/span&gt; is not the child's name)....&lt;br /&gt;10. Bad Breath. Enough said!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. People who lick their fingers before turning pages or passing out papers, UGHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;12. Parents who buy BRATZ dolls, clothing or  products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More will be added as I jog my memory but that is enough to let you know that I am really  obsessive....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592501225925592469-7351366781817773365?l=thewomanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/7351366781817773365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5592501225925592469&amp;postID=7351366781817773365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/7351366781817773365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592501225925592469/posts/default/7351366781817773365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomanundone.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me???'/><author><name>The Woman Undone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10658732691603020963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
