<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:12:50.757-05:00</updated><category term='Bissell'/><category term='way back when'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='frontal lobe'/><category term='Southwest airlines'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Pleasing Procrastinator</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1330467693409852017</id><published>2009-07-27T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:56:06.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Quick question</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if this has been posted by someone before or not but here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving to get my diet soda yesterday I spotted a rollerblade on the side of the road, so my question is, where is the other one? Where is the owner? Are they missing their one rollerblade, or shoe or whatever it is that may be laying randomly along side the road? Just curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1330467693409852017?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1330467693409852017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1330467693409852017' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1330467693409852017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1330467693409852017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-quick-question.html' title='Really Quick question'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5940570291536921208</id><published>2009-07-14T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:51:15.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Keeper's Birthday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk8LKPi0I/AAAAAAAAAdE/T7jATphyaqk/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk8LKPi0I/AAAAAAAAAdE/T7jATphyaqk/s320/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358339010358905666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haap-py Birth-day, haappy, haappy birthday to you to you to you!!! (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wow that was hard to type).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is how I imagine you looked as a toddler...feety pj's and cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk84pfx9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/vzDlr3SB7d8/s1600-h/stinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk84pfx9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/vzDlr3SB7d8/s320/stinker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358339022569588690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward to forty years later...my aren't you purdy with the hat, too bad I didn't get a pic of you in those feety jammies when I was there.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk8YTXyOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pFbv75fYMEw/s1600-h/n1451976094_5423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk8YTXyOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pFbv75fYMEw/s320/n1451976094_5423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358339013886855394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since I couldn't be at the surprise party on Saturday, I figures I would send some cyber gifts your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cake I had to eat without you but you were the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SlynNDfoTnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tue1_mqOZFw/s1600-h/michele40cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SlynNDfoTnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tue1_mqOZFw/s320/michele40cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358341499382156914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new hat, it doesn't have the strap to hold on when you get drunk so be careful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SlynNTncLMI/AAAAAAAAAds/X8Je5kUFNJQ/s1600-h/41164545_9090382_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SlynNTncLMI/AAAAAAAAAds/X8Je5kUFNJQ/s320/41164545_9090382_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358341503709883586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk8oc2zkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Y861KTE27BE/s1600-h/Photo-13325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk8oc2zkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Y861KTE27BE/s320/Photo-13325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358339018221604418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some 40 year old scotch...all yours..just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday~~~~~Love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5940570291536921208?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5940570291536921208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5940570291536921208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5940570291536921208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5940570291536921208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-keepers-birthday.html' title='Today is the Keeper&apos;s Birthday!!!!'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Slyk8LKPi0I/AAAAAAAAAdE/T7jATphyaqk/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4418564323751035863</id><published>2009-06-08T21:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:18:28.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun filled weekend</title><content type='html'>My weekend  started off on Friday, I took Peepers to see Dora and Diego. We arrived at our destination , I think along with every other cheap parent in town that opted for the free visit instead of the more fun option you had to pay for later in the evening. We walked in and I spotted them, I thought this isn't so bad. We walked right up to them, too bad it was the END (exit) of the line. I looked to where the kids were coming from that were visiting Dora and Diego and followed with it to where it ended. Peepers did a wonderful job waiting 50 mins. , she was so excited.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3AaaFcM1I/AAAAAAAAAck/vNLpvMSWSQg/s1600-h/P6050219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3AaaFcM1I/AAAAAAAAAck/vNLpvMSWSQg/s320/P6050219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345139892669920082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got about 4 families away so I picked her up so she could see them. She started yelling, saying 'HI Dora.' Finally we were one family away, YAY!! Dora went on BREAK. What? Are you kidding me? Oh well, she likes Diego just as much. Finally our turn comes up and she is scared, she wants nothing to do with him now. I talked her into having her picture taken but I had to hold her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3AaGar2RI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VfmTo0A6d70/s1600-h/P6050222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3AaGar2RI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VfmTo0A6d70/s320/P6050222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345139887390316818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just as happy with the sucker they gave her and the fact we were going to pick up the Diva and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3AarWhSlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_yOXjUSptpw/s1600-h/P6050225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3AarWhSlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_yOXjUSptpw/s320/P6050225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345139897304959570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday the Diva, her friend, and Peepers went and stayed with Ma and the Mouse with her Grandpa so Cookie and I could go to our favorite bar which was hosting a poker run for childrens cancer. Cookie had to work so I opeted to ride with a friend. I arrived at the bar about 10:30 am, and started drinking (I hadn't yet eaten so it didn't take much to feel it).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3CnaUTfbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aZjhNLtd2XY/s1600-h/P6060227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3CnaUTfbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aZjhNLtd2XY/s320/P6060227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345142315093818802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friendly little bartender:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to get a lot of pics but I fell short in that department. I was too busy talking to everyone I hadn't seen in awhile because I have been all about school. All in all, it was a great day. There were 200 riders that showed up to support the cause and many more later when we returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3Aa3qLIPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/JxAkuuuJubc/s1600-h/P6060228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3Aa3qLIPI/AAAAAAAAAc0/JxAkuuuJubc/s320/P6060228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345139900608618738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our friend that was nice enough to let me ride with him. Although, he could have told me my hair was all funked up. By the time we got back (3 and 1/2 hrs later), my butt was sore. Still is.  (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Keeper, do you recognize him?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for about another hour and a half with my sister then I came home to nap (I wasn't letting the kidless thing go without a nap). Cookie stayed and worked (I think he was just really drinking) until 10pm. I had to go pick him up in my pajama's.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a wonderful weekend all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4418564323751035863?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4418564323751035863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4418564323751035863' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4418564323751035863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4418564323751035863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-filled-weekend.html' title='Fun filled weekend'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Si3AaaFcM1I/AAAAAAAAAck/vNLpvMSWSQg/s72-c/P6050219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-866157748764741920</id><published>2009-06-04T09:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:02:04.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof of Procrastination</title><content type='html'>As some may know, mom works at a greenhouse and loves her job. Her yard has beautiful flowers, with the placement that makes sense and the landscaping is always tended to. I on the other hand have in NO way inherited her green thumb. I am satisfied as long as the yard is mowed, leaves are raked, bushes are cut back and the really noticeable weeds are pulled. I do not have one living plant in my house because if the cats don't kill it, I probably would. I don't even have fake flowers because they also require keeping (dusting) and we know how I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my original thought. Mom buys things form the said greenhouse and brings them to me. I wonder what I am suppose to do with these beautiful plants, so I put them somewhere that they will get water and sunshine. She purchased these for me last year and I had no idea where to plant them so I put them on the hot tub outside and that is where they have been for about a year now. When I got them they were full bloom and looked beautiful. Over the last few months I looked at them and thought how awful that I let them die, then last week I noticed that they were sprouting some greenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJAkwB6qI/AAAAAAAAAb0/nrgjk_xkvWA/s1600-h/P6040214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJAkwB6qI/AAAAAAAAAb0/nrgjk_xkvWA/s320/P6040214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460494600694434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies dad is suppose to come over next weekend to help us pull out some trees. He too has a green thumb and can tell you every plant you have growing. I really liked this one and I plan on planting it somewhere hopefully next weekend as long as it is what it is suppose to be and not some weed or tree that has blown in there to fool me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJA4aDZdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/VL0z8hPPjBQ/s1600-h/P6040212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJA4aDZdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/VL0z8hPPjBQ/s320/P6040212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460499877225938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one also has sprouts, and will also be planted somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJBN5RE4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/LS6kEyh_eMI/s1600-h/P6040213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJBN5RE4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/LS6kEyh_eMI/s320/P6040213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460505645290370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Mother's Day mom buys me flowers from the girls. She asked if she could take Peepers to the greenhouse for my flowers, I said, 'please don't buy me anymore flowers because I have't even finished planting last years.' I really thought she would notice the ones on the hot tub and think, I am NOT buying her ANYMORE, but NOOOO, this is what they come home with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJBZpPP8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/xqu0oelAKMI/s1600-h/P6040215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJBZpPP8I/AAAAAAAAAcM/xqu0oelAKMI/s320/P6040215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460508799287234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a couple in there that I really like and plan on making sure they get planted also next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture is of a flower the Mouse brought home from school and I just rolled my eyes, do these people not know me yet? I must admit the mouse only has around 4 yrs. with me, but mom has 40!!! Anyhoo, this flower as gone from looking beautiful like this, to brown and dead, back to this. I told her to take it with her this weekend to her grandpa or great grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJBsIY3_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ucrOARWqEBQ/s1600-h/P6040216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJBsIY3_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ucrOARWqEBQ/s320/P6040216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460513761779698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Mom when we get those trees pulled, I'll be ready for my Clematis. That is one I know I will get planted immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-866157748764741920?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/866157748764741920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=866157748764741920' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/866157748764741920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/866157748764741920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/06/proof-of-procrastination.html' title='Proof of Procrastination'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SifJAkwB6qI/AAAAAAAAAb0/nrgjk_xkvWA/s72-c/P6040214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8695837099618821707</id><published>2009-06-02T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:32:32.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretch the brain</title><content type='html'>I received this in my e-mail, it may be old but I just seen it, so I am posting it&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Brain Stuff . .  From Cambridge University &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; color: black; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; color: black; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty  uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig  to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; color: black; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs psas it on  !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed how true this was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Count every "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: red; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" in the following text: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: maroon; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE&lt;br /&gt;SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTI&lt;br /&gt;FIC STUDY COMBINED WITH&lt;br /&gt;THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: navy; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(SEE BELOW) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HOW MANY ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WRONG, THERE ARE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- no joke.&lt;br /&gt;READ IT AGAIN ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, go Back and Try to find the 6 F's before you scroll down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial  Black'; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasoning behind is further down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: navy; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain cannot process "OF". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I counted only three and went back over it several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8695837099618821707?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8695837099618821707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8695837099618821707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8695837099618821707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8695837099618821707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/06/stretch-brain.html' title='Stretch the brain'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2326097003195939643</id><published>2009-06-01T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:46:19.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back, so I say</title><content type='html'>I had planned on returning sooner but for some reason being out of school hasn't given me any more time.&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures from my vacation with the Keeper that I will try to get posted soon. I have gotten them loaded. (There's a surprise)&lt;br /&gt;I have been running non stop since school has been out. Now I am just trying to adjust to the kids being out of school too. I am not ready for this. Too add to the insanity our dryer broke, and a line to the water softener busted a couple weeks ago. We noticed after the floor was wet enough in the closet and mold half way up the wall, we spent the weekend ripping that out and he is determined to FIX the dryer instead of getting one. Men, geesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided to MAKE time so I can reconnect with ya'll. It will take some time to get back into the swing of things but I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2326097003195939643?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2326097003195939643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2326097003195939643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2326097003195939643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2326097003195939643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-so-i-say.html' title='I&apos;m Back, so I say'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1918923468997746325</id><published>2009-04-30T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:39:05.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, finals are next week. SO ready for this semester to be over so I can get back to blogging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of building an ark. It has rained here 18 out of 30 days this month and the 10 day forecast, rain EVERY day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1918923468997746325?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1918923468997746325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1918923468997746325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1918923468997746325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1918923468997746325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-finals-are-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8983901124741755248</id><published>2009-04-21T07:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:59:23.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Back Soon</title><content type='html'>I know I have been MIA, ever since I got home from Florida, school has taken over. I have about 3 weeks to go then I am off to Florida to visit the Keeper again. YAY!!  I have taken the summer off from school so I will be able to finally catch up. I am finally going to be done with classes and into externs this fall, the down side to this is a JOB comes next. I have become used to not working, it will be a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sent to me by the Rock in my e-mail, thought it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161);"&gt;THE RULES OF RURAL INDIANA ARE AS FOLLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(255, 129, 65); font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Listen up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;u&gt;City Slickers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;1. Pull up your droopy pants. You look like an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;2. Turn your cap right, your head isn't crooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;3. Let's get this straight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;it's called a "dirt road." I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you=2 0drive, you're going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;4. They're called cattle. They're live steaks. That's why they smell funny to you.  But they smell like money to us.  Get over it. Don't like it? Rt. 70 goes east &amp;amp; west, I-65 goes north &amp;amp; ; south. Pick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;5. So you have a $60,000 car? We're impressed. We have $150,000 corn pickers and hay balers that are driven only 3 weeks a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;6. So every person in rural Indiana  waves. It's called being friendly. Try to understand the concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;7. If that cell phone rings while an 8-point buck and 3 does are coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;8. Yeah, we eat 'tater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(32, 32, 160); font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &amp;amp; gravy, beans &amp;amp; cornbread. You really want sushi &amp;amp; caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;9. The "Opener" refers  to the first day of deer season. It's a holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;10. We open doors for women. That is applied to &lt;u&gt;all women&lt;/u&gt;, regardless of age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;11. No, there's no "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; special" on the menu. Order steak. Or you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham &amp;amp; turkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;12. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables, and breads. We use three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup. Oh, yeah.... We don't care what you folks in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; call that stuff you eat... IT AIN'T REAL CHILI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;13. You bring "coke" into my house, it better be brown, wet and served over ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;14. You bring "Mary Jane" into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;15. College and High School Football is as important here as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; and the Knicks, and a site more fun to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don't hit the water hazards -- it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;spooks the fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;17. Colleges? We have them all over. We have State Universities , Community Colleges, and Vo-techs. They come outta there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at everybody when they come home for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;18. We have a whole ton of folks in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines . So don't mess with us. If you do, you'll get whipped by the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;19. Turn down that blasted car stereo! That thumpity-thump crap ain't music, anyway. We don't want to hear it any more'n we want to see your boxers. Refer back to #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;20. 4 inches isn't a blizzard - it's a flurry. Drive in it like you got some sense, and DON'T take all our bread, milk, and bleach from the grocery stores. This ain't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; .  Worst case you may have to live a whole day without croissants. The pickups with snow blades will  have you out the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited to catch up with everyone soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8983901124741755248?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8983901124741755248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8983901124741755248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8983901124741755248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8983901124741755248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-back-soon.html' title='Be Back Soon'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4344872109698866355</id><published>2009-03-25T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:43:40.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Salad</title><content type='html'>This is a post I wrote last week and forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chicken salad so when Marlene from &lt;a href="http://marphilback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Country Girl on the Chesapeake Bay&lt;/a&gt; wrote this &lt;a href="http://marphilback.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-take-it-personally-im-just-snob.html"&gt;post  &lt;/a&gt;on chicken salad I had to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it yesterday morning , my only substitution was sunflower seeds. Then I proceeded with everything else. I put it in the refrigerator so it could finish chilling and so the flavors would come together. I could hardly wait, so about an hour later I pulled it out and got some whole wheat grain bread (sorry Marlene) and made me a sandwich. As I was eating I was thinking, this is some GOOD &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; chicken salad. The more I ate the more I was loving it. I finished my sandwich and within an hour I made another one...hehe&lt;br /&gt;The girls wanted it for there lunch and I made them take their processed deli turkey because if they took it that would be that much less left and I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not sharing&lt;/span&gt; the chicken salad. You can say I am bad if you want but it will not change my attitude about MY chicken salad.&lt;br /&gt;So the point of the post:  Thank you Marlene, that is some GREAT chicken salad and now I am known as a Selfish mother..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTW I am in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt; out of 106 in the brackets. YAY for me!! That will change considerably this week unless Louisville loses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4344872109698866355?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4344872109698866355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4344872109698866355' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4344872109698866355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4344872109698866355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicken-salad.html' title='Chicken Salad'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-9150139441051036716</id><published>2009-03-19T10:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:56:49.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tournament Begins</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday and that means the start of the NCAA tournament begins. I am anxious to see how well I do with my bracket picks. I am really second guessing my Final pick but Cookie told me not to change it and if I learned anything in school it's DON'T CHANGE YOUR ANSWER. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScJZ7PtJT8I/AAAAAAAAAak/omXn-be5NcQ/s1600-h/mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScJZ7PtJT8I/AAAAAAAAAak/omXn-be5NcQ/s320/mm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909384613646274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides, I really have no clue, the tournament and an occasional Purdue game are the extent of my love for BB. So at 12:25 today I will plop myself down in front of the TV and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScJc2S5jH8I/AAAAAAAAAas/4yoPxQxyfcs/s1600-h/bugles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScJc2S5jH8I/AAAAAAAAAas/4yoPxQxyfcs/s320/bugles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314912598106513346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember as a kid having Bugles and putting them on my fingers as fingernails so I bought some the other day and started to show Peepers what to do with them. Between then and now my fingers no longer fit in the opening of the Bugles and the opening is so small that you have to dig for a good one to fit her fingers. What happened? That was the fun of having Bugles. They still taste good but a lot saltier than I remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-9150139441051036716?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/9150139441051036716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=9150139441051036716' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/9150139441051036716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/9150139441051036716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/03/tournament-begins.html' title='Tournament Begins'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScJZ7PtJT8I/AAAAAAAAAak/omXn-be5NcQ/s72-c/mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7218623552035740114</id><published>2009-03-18T11:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:40:20.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know some people get sick of kid stories but I just love what comes out of a child's mouth because they speak without thinking anything about what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScEOLOdntvI/AAAAAAAAAac/KEIXrTA28eg/s1600-h/target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScEOLOdntvI/AAAAAAAAAac/KEIXrTA28eg/s320/target.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314544621297579762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peepers and I were on our way to one of our favorite stores yesterday when she yelled from the back seat, 'Look Mommy there's daddy's truck.'  I said what, daddy's @ work, remember we just talked to him. Her reply, No, look it's daddy's beer truck, that's daddy's truck!! LOOK! As I look at the truck going through the intersection this is what I see.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScEOLI6D4JI/AAAAAAAAAaU/UnKnvowlChA/s1600-h/Ft+Dodge+Dist+trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScEOLI6D4JI/AAAAAAAAAaU/UnKnvowlChA/s320/Ft+Dodge+Dist+trailer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314544619806253202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought, 'He Only Wishes that was his.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived to Tar-jay and walking around doing some shopping there was a mother and her children by the milk and ice cream the kids were asking for Ice cream and talking somewhat loudly. Peepers was on the other side of the cart so she couldn't see them but the mother could hear her when she announced, ' Mommy I hear the Chipmunks.'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScEOK1A0VdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dDZ4UCpZWkI/s1600-h/chipmunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScEOK1A0VdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dDZ4UCpZWkI/s320/chipmunks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314544614465885650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I again respond with a 'WHAT?  She tells me she hears The Chipmunks, do you hear them mom? I turn to look at something and by golly that ladies children &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; sound like The Chipmunks. Being the wonderful mom I am, as I am laughing I explain to her that those are the children talking and we need to be quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7218623552035740114?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7218623552035740114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7218623552035740114' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7218623552035740114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7218623552035740114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-some-people-get-sick-of-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/ScEOLOdntvI/AAAAAAAAAac/KEIXrTA28eg/s72-c/target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8483904612789570127</id><published>2009-03-17T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:36:51.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have messed up. I went and changed my template and now I have to go in and fix a lot of stuff. This has already taken more time than anticipated and it is too nice a day to be doing this so for the time being I am under construction. I have already listened to the whole Elton John CD and I am not finished yet. I even lost my navi bar to make posting easier so I had to go  a round-about way to get here. I'll hopefully have this fixed before spring break is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go clean my car out today. Kids are fighting the blankets and bags for places to put their feet and Cookie changed my tire when I got a flat, do you think anything was put back into place? If you guessed NO you are right. I cannot put groceries in my trunk which makes seating tricky with no floor room or trunk room. It's time to clean it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8483904612789570127?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8483904612789570127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8483904612789570127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8483904612789570127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8483904612789570127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3093208940983276113</id><published>2009-03-14T08:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:46:00.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some pics</title><content type='html'>Okay, sorry this has taken so long. Our plane touched down back into Indy and the cold I get every time kicked in and has kicked my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As not to be disappointed, we arrived at the Keepers and she offered Cookie a beer and had the margarita machine ready. Why yes, I would love a margarita!! As we drank we were trying to decide where to go because of course I was hungry. We ended up going to Fish Tales because I could get the best of both, crab legs and margaritas..Yum-my!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6Im-V6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/5yjbfENN76k/s1600-h/P3050009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6Im-V6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/5yjbfENN76k/s320/P3050009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665262296553378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she may be trying to hurry that drink...she was busy running her mouth and didn't realize I had ordered myself another one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6Yf_yKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Kmh8GamJxW8/s1600-h/P3050019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6Yf_yKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Kmh8GamJxW8/s320/P3050019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665266562255010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crab legs and margarita. Looking at the picture that margarita sure looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left there we went to Sneakers. This is a bar that reminds me of my digs here at home.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to play a bowling game as we drank our alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6uyXNeI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6t321zhWEeA/s1600-h/P3050022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6uyXNeI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6t321zhWEeA/s320/P3050022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665272544867810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            Look at that form. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got to get the foot kick in the action too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6xWVLVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KUGX1JsPjWc/s1600-h/P3050024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6xWVLVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KUGX1JsPjWc/s320/P3050024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665273232600402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          The Keeper and Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg65WD4zI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xxufstDM1WE/s1600-h/P3050025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg65WD4zI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xxufstDM1WE/s320/P3050025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665275378950962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Royal Butt was needed to cheer the occasion.  We couldn't get the other two to participate in shots. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wimps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbpheTeerWI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7dismi8fkJo/s1600-h/P3050032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbpheTeerWI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7dismi8fkJo/s320/P3050032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665883689004386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Keeper apparently took the camera and captured Bud Man and herself:)&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what kind of face she was trying to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbpheslaGTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XD0nrZ1EHNo/s1600-h/P3050033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbpheslaGTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XD0nrZ1EHNo/s320/P3050033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665890428950834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Problems with the pants? Don't want anything messing up her shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbphe_FT5UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cY_u5G-Q12A/s1600-h/P3050035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbphe_FT5UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cY_u5G-Q12A/s320/P3050035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665895394600258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookie all serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbphfGCbDCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/U39G0WTMIIM/s1600-h/P3050036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbphfGCbDCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/U39G0WTMIIM/s320/P3050036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665897261534242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they look enthused? Cookie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HATES&lt;/span&gt; to have his picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbphffjveDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_FXb0aYDtKM/s1600-h/P3050034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbphffjveDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_FXb0aYDtKM/s320/P3050034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665904112171058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bud Man is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the bar, as if we didn't have enough of the sports, we went home made some more beverages and played the Wii. We had a Blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbpiHrqfpJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eax0Js4L8kM/s1600-h/P3060038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbpiHrqfpJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/eax0Js4L8kM/s320/P3060038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312666594556486802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie and I will finally be breaking down and getting ourselves one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbpiHdTxJRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TJ4zKp9_hjY/s1600-h/P3060037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SbpiHdTxJRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TJ4zKp9_hjY/s320/P3060037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312666590703068434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up feeling like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Didn't drink that heavily the rest of the time. (I have been a bit out of practice due to school)&lt;br /&gt;This was our first night. I used a disposable camera at the beach so I have to get my ass up to take it in. It was suppose to be Cookies '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Chick Camera' &lt;/span&gt;but I ended up using it because he wasn't and I really didn't want to take my good one to the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3093208940983276113?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3093208940983276113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3093208940983276113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3093208940983276113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3093208940983276113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-some-pics.html' title='Finally some pics'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sbpg6Im-V6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/5yjbfENN76k/s72-c/P3050009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-860389563000286772</id><published>2009-03-05T08:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:07:08.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bags are packed and I'm ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all join in...  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'I'm Leavin on a Jet Plane'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 12 hours I will be here. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sa_OCrTUVZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zU9OMI5IX2U/s1600-h/madeirabeach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sa_OCrTUVZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zU9OMI5IX2U/s320/madeirabeach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309689031071913362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully lots of pictures will be taken that we can share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-860389563000286772?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/860389563000286772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=860389563000286772' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/860389563000286772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/860389563000286772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bags-are-packed-and-im-ready-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sa_OCrTUVZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zU9OMI5IX2U/s72-c/madeirabeach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7486005726436831836</id><published>2009-03-03T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:24:26.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have become overwhelmed. I am packed and ready to go on vacation but that is about as far as I have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;I have two big tests tomorrow I should be studying for right now instead of posting but I cannot get into it.&lt;br /&gt;I should be cleaning, I need to scrub the floors, sweep and change our sheets (I always have to have clean sheets when I return from vacation).&lt;br /&gt;I have to type up Temp Guardian papers for the Mouse&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack our carry-ons and make sure I have tickets and confirmations we need&lt;br /&gt;I could list several more things but these are the ones that keep popping to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I will be in Florida with the &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeper &lt;/a&gt;this time on Thursday (most likely having an alcoholic beverage:) ) and my house will still be a mess when I get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7486005726436831836?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7486005726436831836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7486005726436831836' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7486005726436831836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7486005726436831836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-become-overwhelmed.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7253681107801080926</id><published>2009-02-28T07:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:21:57.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few years ago my hairdresser left town and I have not liked anything done to my hair since. I had one that came close and she warranted a few trips back, but I just really always wanted to go somewhere knowing I can say 'do what you want' and have it turn out being something you like. I wanted Kelly back!!&lt;br /&gt;The Rock (CS husband) was at lunch one day and guess who he ran into, yep Kelly, she informed him she was back in town.  I was so elated  when mom told me this, I asked mom where she was and she said the Rock didn't ask. WHAT?!! So I sent mom on a mission to find out. She called her previous place of employment but we never got anywhere.  Somewhere out there is a woman that can do my hair damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later mom called to let me know The Rock ran into Kelly again only this time he got the much needed information..YAY!! I called a couple weeks ago and got myself an appointment for  myself, I waited and waited. Finally the time came yesterday for me to walk in,  sit down, and say do whatever:)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I ended up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sak5FPMTBFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f5fyegU3ZC8/s1600-h/P2270754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sak5FPMTBFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f5fyegU3ZC8/s320/P2270754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307836397973079122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really does look great. I cannot take a decent picture for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in about three years I have lightened my hair. Cookie and the Diva don't like it. To that I say who cares, Peepers and I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UPDATE: I went to tan yesterday and they had someone there working on that damn door lock. Still if I get placed in that bed I will be leary about locking that door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7253681107801080926?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7253681107801080926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7253681107801080926' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7253681107801080926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7253681107801080926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-years-ago-my-hairdresser-left-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/Sak5FPMTBFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f5fyegU3ZC8/s72-c/P2270754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5634405318970452286</id><published>2009-02-26T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:19:54.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me</title><content type='html'>Okay a generic version cuz of limited time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to tan yesterday, the first time in about three years. The little girl was very friendly and helpful. She let me take in extra towels and cleaner because I will not tan unless I too can clean my bed before hand. Anyway she showed me all the operating buttons and how to lock my door. she left and I locked the door behind her and got into the bed. Fast forward to me being done and ready to leave, I unlocked the door and it will not open. Shit!! I fiddle with the lock about another minute (seemed like 10) still cannot get out. I started yelling over the wall, no help came. Messed with the lock a bit more, still nothing. Yelling over the wall , NOTHING!!! About five minutes into my ordeal and in panic mode (the walls are closing in) the nice little girl finally comes to my door and asks if I need help. Why yes, I do, I am locked in here. She finally gets the door open after some prying and says to me, 'oh, this door sticks sometimes.' YOU THINK!! It took me several minutes to recover. Needless to say if I get that bed again, I will not be locking the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5634405318970452286?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5634405318970452286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5634405318970452286' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5634405318970452286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5634405318970452286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/02/help-me.html' title='Help me'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4009590938930653475</id><published>2009-02-23T06:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:10:39.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking my brain</title><content type='html'>This was sent to me in an e-mail from The Rock. It's pretty wild,   we have gotten rid of our land line, makes you think about using that cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;click on this link to see what cell phones can do to popcorn  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;a title="http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/portable/video/x5odhh_pop-corn-telephone-portable-microon_news" target="_blank" href="http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/portable/video/x5odhh_pop-corn-telephone-portable-microon_news" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt; POPCORN!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to The Keeper: you know we've got to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4009590938930653475?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4009590938930653475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4009590938930653475' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4009590938930653475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4009590938930653475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/02/cooking-my-brain.html' title='Cooking my brain'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3394217584439828642</id><published>2009-02-18T09:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:52:47.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the Hottie?</title><content type='html'>Last night I signed onto Facebook and was looking through the daily jabber when I stumbled upon these pictures of a friend that was tagged. I opened the pictures to see what they were all about, by the time I got to the second picture I had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tears and nearly peed&lt;/span&gt; myself from laughing so hard. I had to call her up and tell her how hilarious I found these pictures. I am still laughing today as I am typing this&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can you guess who this is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SZweymQM8uI/AAAAAAAAAXk/N_u-bxgrWQU/s1600-h/n1421590535_30324864_4897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SZweymQM8uI/AAAAAAAAAXk/N_u-bxgrWQU/s320/n1421590535_30324864_4897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304148315746398946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that pose look familiar? Maybe this will help.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SZwfR4T1IGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YykvlCwTa2c/s1600-h/P1160693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SZwfR4T1IGI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YykvlCwTa2c/s320/P1160693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304148853169397858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is my lovely friend &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Keeper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She and a few others on Facebook have declared picture war. I am quit worried on what may come out of this but it is funny as shit. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have never known shit to be funny, just an expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To the Keeper: REMBER you gave me the go ahead when I said I was doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3394217584439828642?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3394217584439828642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3394217584439828642' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3394217584439828642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3394217584439828642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-is-hottie.html' title='Who is the Hottie?'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SZweymQM8uI/AAAAAAAAAXk/N_u-bxgrWQU/s72-c/n1421590535_30324864_4897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2728542093287401021</id><published>2009-02-16T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:40:02.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lack of post, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to work ahead in school. You see, I scheduled my Florida vacation to coincide with my Spring Break. Well, in looking at the calendar I noticed my Spring Break is the following week so I have to get work done before I leave for the classes I will miss and also have done what will be due when I get back.  Oh well, hopefully it will be worth it (sunny and warm every day:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;On another note:&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing good on my quest to get a half way decent bathing suit body (at least one I can live with) . I took a nap on Saturday and woke up thinking, it's Valentine's Day, one little Resee's will not hurt too bad. I was on my way to the kitchen  to ask Cookie to go buy me one when he pulls this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SZogWE0DJtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/71v_UNqdlNw/s1600-h/P2130743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SZogWE0DJtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/71v_UNqdlNw/s320/P2130743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303587074803443410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THREE POUNDS of SOLID CHOCOLATE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to admit, Peepers and I have eaten a little of this, I am not quit sure what to do with all of this. How long does chocolate keep? It used to never last long around here before but I am showing great willpower:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2728542093287401021?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2728542093287401021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2728542093287401021' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2728542093287401021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2728542093287401021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/02/lack-of-post-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SZogWE0DJtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/71v_UNqdlNw/s72-c/P2130743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3764833360307292691</id><published>2009-02-06T10:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:21:27.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SYxR9qCEAaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/onrA1xCrfCc/s1600-h/P2020734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SYxR9qCEAaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/onrA1xCrfCc/s320/P2020734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299700981205041570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peepers has started a preschool program. Yay, we are so proud of her. She loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I picked her up and was handed her papers that she has been working on. When we got home Peepers and I went through these papers and there was much praise. I am trying to keep her excited about this experience and instilling in her see how proud I am, so she picked one to hang on the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her choice, I wasn't sure what it was suppose to be.  I was just proud that she glued a strip of paper and some straws on a piece of paper all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SYxTxtevxfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/X1D2lnXc0TU/s1600-h/P2060738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SYxTxtevxfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/X1D2lnXc0TU/s320/P2060738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299702974995482098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of this hanging on the fridge Peepers was talking about toothbrushes and I was asking,'What, you want to brush your teeth?'&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'NO, my toothbrush,' as she pointed to the picture. I would have never guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, okay I see it now. I was even more proud, my daughter actually constructed something (her first put together project at school):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3764833360307292691?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3764833360307292691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3764833360307292691' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3764833360307292691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3764833360307292691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SYxR9qCEAaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/onrA1xCrfCc/s72-c/P2020734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-227952837053219225</id><published>2009-02-03T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:09:44.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ba-Don-K-Donk is going nowhere!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been so proud of my progress in the BBS, in all I have lost 12 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with this is looking in the mirror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thunder thighs - check, still there:(&lt;br /&gt;The ba-don-k-donk butt - check, still there, SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;The muffin top - check, still there minus 1 (only 1) inch, now come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna guess what is gone and missing? Yep, the only place I seem to have lost an ounce, the breast, which now resemble the ant hills I sported in school. Are you kidding me, WTF? Why can I not pick and choose where the weight goes from. What am I going to do with the awesome VS bras I just bought in October? Stuff them?!!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not giving up hope. I plan on continuing this journey because I have already bought some new summer clothes for my new body that should be here soon because there isn't much left to go up top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-227952837053219225?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/227952837053219225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=227952837053219225' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/227952837053219225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/227952837053219225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-ba-don-k-donk-is-going-nowhere.html' title='My Ba-Don-K-Donk is going nowhere!!!'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7287118492200045318</id><published>2009-02-02T09:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:04:53.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SYcKrcCPb6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ns4FsNjgQhU/s1600-h/images59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SYcKrcCPb6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ns4FsNjgQhU/s320/images59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298215228000923554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a place reserved&lt;br /&gt;Just for you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Because in my life&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;What ever you do&lt;br /&gt;Remember there is someone&lt;br /&gt;Who cares and loves you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://constantlystressed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry for being so generic but my computer time has been consumed by research.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all the same:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7287118492200045318?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7287118492200045318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7287118492200045318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7287118492200045318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7287118492200045318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SYcKrcCPb6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ns4FsNjgQhU/s72-c/images59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8811182055463184043</id><published>2009-01-26T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:58:56.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Hair and The Crue</title><content type='html'>I recently reunited with a friend from high school through Facebook. I was scrolling through some of my pictures that I have managed to scan onto the computer and there we were. I started laughing, looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the year was 1985, I was 16 and we were in Indy at our 1&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;st&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXqNTllfUdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IpX3AXDmR7E/s1600-h/images58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXqNTllfUdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IpX3AXDmR7E/s320/images58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294699679573823954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOTLEY CRUE - Theatre of Pain Tour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh, how I worshiped them, I loved them.&lt;br /&gt;The drawback to going to your first concert is over protective parents. We had to have a chaperon and guess who that ended up being...what, give up?    It.was.MY.MOM!!!! So much for that party. Oh well, we were pretty much able to stay in a haze anyway thanks to our fellow seatmates.... Hehehe. Sneaky weren't we?&lt;br /&gt;I continued to go to every concert they performed in Indy until I was about 20yrs old and I  attended one two weeks after Peepers was born (only alcohol was involved this time). That was when I felt old, although I was still able to sing and rock right along with them and I no longer looked like this..Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXqQcI7s4mI/AAAAAAAAAW0/E_5qp2AFb58/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXqQcI7s4mI/AAAAAAAAAW0/E_5qp2AFb58/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294703125036065378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the young version of me in the middle. I guess I shouldn't have been so fast to comment on &lt;a href="http://coolbreezemusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cool Breeze's&lt;/a&gt; shades but on the brighter side are you envious &lt;a href="http://bighairenvy.blogspot.com/"&gt;BHE&lt;/a&gt;? Bwhahaha!!! And yes, we were smoker's then too. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I reunited with the one in the red on Facebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8811182055463184043?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8811182055463184043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8811182055463184043' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8811182055463184043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8811182055463184043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-hair-and-crue.html' title='Big Hair and The Crue'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXqNTllfUdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IpX3AXDmR7E/s72-c/images58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3708343219867149803</id><published>2009-01-23T08:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:27:58.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSByu17I/AAAAAAAAAVs/jdesg2Ux1go/s1600-h/P1170701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSByu17I/AAAAAAAAAVs/jdesg2Ux1go/s320/P1170701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485248018405298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                 Have I mentioned I cannot take a decent picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very busy week, between extra homework and being sleep deprived I haven't been able to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say it was extremely cold and I was told we only had a half block walk outside to the convention center. OH NO WE DID NOT!!! It was more like two blocks. I am glad the &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeper&lt;/a&gt; got a picture of herself looking like a yellow Kermit because I was too cold to remove my camera and take a picture. Although in her picture you could see more than her eyes and nose. She was really bundled in previous trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to stay another night but I had to get home to finish up homework and I will see her in Florida where it is not freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://constantlystressed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; and the Rock came down Saturday and brought Peepers with them. She LOVED the hotel. She had to ride home with them because we were parked in two different garages and they had her car seat so when I was kissing her bye she decided to jump and hit my nose so hard I had to sit for a minute and she bloodied it. OUCH!!! It knocked me for a loop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSXAY21I/AAAAAAAAAV8/lUONVgI7ITs/s1600-h/P1170707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSXAY21I/AAAAAAAAAV8/lUONVgI7ITs/s320/P1170707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485253712829266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                   Peepers and PA(The ROCK) walking downtown&lt;/span&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I got home I was changing and busted my lip on the rocking chair and then Cookie accidentally hit my eye with his head and knocked my glasses into my eyes, hurting me even further. Now that my whole face had been beat up, I started thinking maybe I should have stayed. Hahaha. (I wasn't able to touch my nose until yesterday without pain, now it just feels a little sore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Pictures:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKR_SfEeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8ZA_I7mGGdQ/s1600-h/P1170699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKR_SfEeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8ZA_I7mGGdQ/s320/P1170699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485247346282978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                          Sporty Girl and The Diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                    They have grown soooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSSn4-ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pzn8aWHQhbM/s1600-h/P1170702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSSn4-ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pzn8aWHQhbM/s320/P1170702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485252536334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     I had to tell Cheer Girl not to look so enthused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSl-93tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Q-dzpFys0gs/s1600-h/P1160688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSl-93tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Q-dzpFys0gs/s320/P1160688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485257733398226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                The Keeper and Budman doing what they do all so well, DRINKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKmjPYgyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cvh1nDwJjXM/s1600-h/P1160686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKmjPYgyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cvh1nDwJjXM/s320/P1160686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485600594330402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We  were actually trying to get a picture of the guy behind me and his funked up hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Keeper was making fun of my turtleneck but then retreated when she realized it was actually something we here in Indiana do to help keep warmer. Oh, how easily one forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKm5MmX8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/__mIIsZfXoM/s1600-h/P1160693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKm5MmX8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/__mIIsZfXoM/s320/P1160693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485606488235970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                   Love this pic,   The Keeper posed for me....Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Keeper: were you worried?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3708343219867149803?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3708343219867149803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3708343219867149803' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3708343219867149803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3708343219867149803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/indy-part-2.html' title='Indy (Part 2)'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXnKSByu17I/AAAAAAAAAVs/jdesg2Ux1go/s72-c/P1170701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5593782682603591586</id><published>2009-01-19T15:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:06:19.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy</title><content type='html'>We left Friday filled with gusto. The Diva had the radio up, and all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like driving on the interstate, I enter a state of total PANIC! We drove the highway half way before I HAD to merge onto the Interstate at which point the radio volume goes way down, teeth become clenched and you have to pry them apart to get me to speak to you, and my hands sweat profusely.  I believe by the time we hit Indy my jeans were probably wet from wiping them so often and I had a headache from clenching my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I was okay on the Interstate when it began running around downtown Indy, at this point I became myself again screaming and cursing at the other drivers. The Diva hates it when I start going all foul when I drive but cannot seem to help myself.&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrive at the hotel after we missed our exit because some idiot decided to slow down and made it impossible to exit. We had to park in the parking garage across the street from the hotel and I call the Keeper to inform her we are there. She and Budman want alcohol so I have to inform them I will walk with Budman somewhere because I am not moving the car until tomorrow when I leave.  I was all nice and toasty in the car when I made this statement.  The Diva and I grab our bags, the coats we brought for them and a pizza from home that was requested.  I stepped out of the car and regretted that thought.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go have a few drinks so we used Cheer Girls laptop to search for local bars, although all we had to do was walk outside and there are probably 20 within a three block radius. On our way to the bar we noticed a liquor store less than a half block from the hotel. Yay!! I wouldn't have to walk forever with Budman to locate one. We went to a wonderful little pub and had a few drinks then on our way back bought some alcohol.&lt;br /&gt; More later.....with pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5593782682603591586?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5593782682603591586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5593782682603591586' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5593782682603591586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5593782682603591586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/indy.html' title='Indy'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5724654463448294721</id><published>2009-01-16T07:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:47:05.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>Cookie and I were talking about cartoons last night. I remember when cartoons were something special, when you woke up on Saturday morning all excited because cartoons were on. We would get up and eat our cereal, and you had to be done before Super Friends came on. This was my favorite cartoon. It ran from 1973 to 1986 on &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ABC&lt;/span&gt; as part of its Saturday Morning cartoon lineup.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXCEzq0XMLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0bNHZpzVZzw/s1600-h/group_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXCEzq0XMLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0bNHZpzVZzw/s320/group_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291875585362440370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;The first segment of every show featured two of the heroes (for the purposes of the team-ups in the first and fourth segments, Batman and Robin were considered 'one hero') teaming up in a separate mini-story. The second segment featured a story with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonder_Twins" title="Wonder Twins"&gt;Wonder Twins&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonder Twin powers activate&lt;/span&gt;, they were my favorite). The third segment was considered the "primary" adventure of the week which featured the entire Super Friends roster (including the Wonder Twins) in a longer adventure. The fourth and final segment featured a story with one of the primary lineup along with a "special guest star." The fourth segment typically featured a problem that was solved using the guest star's unique abilities.&lt;br /&gt;Then they added &lt;i&gt;Challenge of the Super Friends&lt;/i&gt;. These stories introduced the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legion_of_Doom_%28comics%29" title="Legion of Doom (comics)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Legion of Doom a team of thirteen recurring foes who are the Super Friends’ worst enemies. They used a swamp-based mechanical flying headquarters, the Hall of Doom  as a suitable contrast with the Super Friends’ gleaming &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hall_of_Justice_%28comics%29" title="Hall of Justice (comics)"&gt;Hall of Justice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Captain Caveman. It was originally broadcast as a segment on the package shows &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scooby%27s_All-Star_Laff-A-Lympics" title="Scooby's All-Star Laff-A-Lympics"&gt;Scooby's All-Star Laff-A-Lympics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scooby%27s_All-Star_Laff-A-Lympics#Scooby.27s_All-Stars_.281978-1979.29" title="Scooby's All-Star Laff-A-Lympics"&gt;Scooby's All-Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. You would always find yourself cheering for your favorite team on Scooby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXCKNyYmNtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5h6WKOEameA/s1600-h/images52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXCKNyYmNtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5h6WKOEameA/s320/images52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291881531628205778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Caveman's powers include super-strength, a variety of useful objects hidden inside his fur, and a club that allows him to fly and from which pops out different tools he uses to fight crime. His trademark is his battle cry of "Captain CAAAAAAAVEMAAAAAAAAANNNN!!!!"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Schoolhouse Rock!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(this is a post all of its own).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schoolhouse Rock!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a series of animated musical educational short films that aired during Saturday morning cartoons. Topics covered include grammar, science, economics, history, math and politics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXCNrFHjjHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IL_ikzQBtmk/s1600-h/images53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXCNrFHjjHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IL_ikzQBtmk/s320/images53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291885333408091250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched cartoons all on the same channel. I am not sure if they were  not on other channels or if I was just too lazy to get up off my camel colored chair to turn the dial. No, we did not have a remote, it was manual baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         ************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Indy...will catch up with everyone later this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5724654463448294721?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5724654463448294721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5724654463448294721' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5724654463448294721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5724654463448294721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday morning'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SXCEzq0XMLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0bNHZpzVZzw/s72-c/group_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6364188803307921082</id><published>2009-01-15T08:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:47:14.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Freaking Cold</title><content type='html'>If I wanted these kinds of temps I would be living in Minnesota or Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Temp outside (-10) degrees the weather says feels like (-30) with wind chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SW_v5Q6OPTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/kgohHz4Dd1g/s1600-h/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SW_v5Q6OPTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/kgohHz4Dd1g/s320/bilde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291711854254374194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the schools within 30 miles have canceled but do you think my school is? No!! So I am going out to freeze my behind off(if only, it may be worth it). This sucks and The Keeper is leaving Florida for this.... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to start my car and it did the usual noises that come along with, 'you really aren't trying to start me are you?' Ah, finally I guess I will run for you but not without making these awful grinding noises. I am hoping my car isn't all burnt out when I get back out there. Actually I am praying it doesn't decide to get back at me and leave me stranded somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:   - 18 degrees here this morning!!!! (Friday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-6364188803307921082?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6364188803307921082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6364188803307921082' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6364188803307921082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6364188803307921082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-freaking-cold.html' title='It&apos;s Freaking Cold'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SW_v5Q6OPTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/kgohHz4Dd1g/s72-c/bilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4491438289828246765</id><published>2009-01-13T22:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:54:28.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend trip....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;  The Keeper&lt;/a&gt; and Budman, along with two of their kids are flying into Indy this weekend for a cheer competition so the Diva and I are going down for a couple days.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to her today to get all flight and competition times when she mentioned that the venue was only a block and a half walk from the hotel. Okay but that is kinda far because, well, it is damn cold here. (I know everyone living somewhere colder is calling me a Wuss, I am). I inform her the high on Friday is suppose to be a balmy 5 degrees and that isn't even factoring in the wind chill. She then informs me that they have NO winter coats. Bwhahaha...that's what she gets for calling and bitching that she is cold in 60 degree weather!!!  No, being the wonderful friend I am, I have arranged for them all to have coats since everyone owns at least 3 each here  and &lt;a href="http://constantlystressed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; chipped in one of the Rocks for Budman.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I cannot wait. Hopefully I can get some decent pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         *********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have updated my model...total loss of 6 lbs so far. Not quite sure how good that is since I actually started on the 2&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nd.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least it is something:)&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/8733561320194984464-4491438289828246765?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4491438289828246765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4491438289828246765' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4491438289828246765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4491438289828246765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-trip.html' title='Weekend trip....'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4481892695667723335</id><published>2009-01-12T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:59:52.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Human too busy</title><content type='html'>Hi all, Gracie here, my human has to get ready to go to school so just a short note: she promises, promises, promises to keep up with her blog this semester.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWtoucOEKuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3E9ip-UZDuw/s1600-h/P1120678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWtoucOEKuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3E9ip-UZDuw/s320/P1120678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290437334335236834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side note: She has been bitching and moaning about how badly her legs hurt from the work-outs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4481892695667723335?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4481892695667723335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4481892695667723335' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4481892695667723335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4481892695667723335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-too-busy.html' title='Human too busy'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWtoucOEKuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3E9ip-UZDuw/s72-c/P1120678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-104361280591649399</id><published>2009-01-10T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:49:50.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Shape</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of the year I have been eating more sensibly (forget that second helping) and have completely given up my evening reese's or donuts.&lt;br /&gt;So today was my first work-out in YEARS. I started off, I have to watch it first to see what is required of me. Okay this doesn't seem bad at all, so I go and find my weight. I get myself all situated and begin:). I begin doing my warm ups (along with Peepers, who claims, she can do this everyday), hey, this isn't too bad. Fast forward oh about a whole 4 mins.: damn, I am getting tired and I am hot!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWklS9p1FdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bAYkN3QifgQ/s1600-h/images51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWklS9p1FdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bAYkN3QifgQ/s320/images51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289800245041239506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stuck it out tho and finished my whole 9 minutes. Now onto my buttock and thigh work-out, by this time I am sweating and panting but dammit I am doing this! I managed to make it through the 9&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; minutes of this torture. I now feel like rubber and my body is shaking but I did it and I plan on doing it again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't done the cardio part of this work-out. This is where the procrastinator in me comes out.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; hehe..&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have negotiated with myself that I will continue to do the before mentioned work-outs for the next week or two until I build some resemblance of strength and then add in the cardio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWklTMz0dhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YMqRfGxivCY/s1600-h/sstn63l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWklTMz0dhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YMqRfGxivCY/s320/sstn63l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289800249109673490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This torture had better work on some level because I do not want to be one of those people that has a black band over their eyes, in my suit, at the beach, posted on someones blog with the big: OH NO SHE DIDN'T!!! or What not to wear when you look like this...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-104361280591649399?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/104361280591649399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=104361280591649399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/104361280591649399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/104361280591649399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-shape.html' title='Out of Shape'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWklS9p1FdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bAYkN3QifgQ/s72-c/images51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7514614225602790818</id><published>2009-01-08T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:19:16.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southwest airlines'/><title type='text'>The Fine Print</title><content type='html'>Cookie and I are planning a trip to visit &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Keeper&lt;/a&gt; without the kids over my Spring Break. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning trying to decided exactly what day to leave and what time because it will only be a long weekend trip. I finally decided we will be leaving out on  Thursday March 6 in the afternoon so I went to Southwest.com to purchase our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWa6-a7wGSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xsobiL8XxcU/s1600-h/southwest.com.lnk"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWa6-a7wGSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xsobiL8XxcU/s320/southwest.com.lnk" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289120393937819938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using Southwest now for the last few years since ATA went bankrupt. Anyway I purchased tickets last year then changed my itinerary 0n Feb.28 which left me with a $48 dollar credit (mind you this is MY hard earned $$$). So in booking my tickets today, I went to use my credit. I get a message saying my credit (MY $$$) is no good for this flight. I called the airline to ask why my credit is not working and they informed me that I have to FLY before the date my credit was issued. I was not aware of this, No where did it state I had to Fly before this date I thought the credit was good as long as I used it to purchase tickets before this date. Oh no sister, you are wrong, You just got screwed out of your hard earned $$$. I can hear them now, Bwhahaha...Suckar!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWbB6l19vpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/At1J3SZkWUk/s1600-h/hsc3238l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWbB6l19vpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/At1J3SZkWUk/s320/hsc3238l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289128024728256146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked the flight anyway because it was the only one fitting into our schedule, but I think I will be booking our return flight home with AirTran and using them from here on because nothing pisses me off more than being screwed out of something that actually belongs to ME!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay just had to vent and get this out. I told the Keeper I will probably be red flagged by the airline now. On the bright side I will be in Florida, just not soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7514614225602790818?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7514614225602790818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7514614225602790818' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7514614225602790818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7514614225602790818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/fine-print.html' title='The Fine Print'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SWa6-a7wGSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xsobiL8XxcU/s72-c/southwest.com.lnk' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8269115551843014427</id><published>2009-01-07T20:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:39:18.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did it go?</title><content type='html'>School starts again already on Monday.  I find myself asking, where did my break go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such big plans. I was going to paint a couple rooms, catch up on laundry and cleaning and blog more. My only accomplishment - I got Peepers room painted, but haven't completely finished decorating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of it had to do with having everyone around all.the.time.&lt;br /&gt;It seems I am much more productive when it is just Peepers and I. The other two are now back to school and Cookie finally goes back to work tomorrow. Yay!!! Although I will have to go get my own pops tomorrow, which means having to wear something other than pj's before 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8269115551843014427?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8269115551843014427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8269115551843014427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8269115551843014427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8269115551843014427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-did-it-go.html' title='Where did it go?'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7163420870676766442</id><published>2008-12-25T20:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:53:57.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that was sent to me by e-mail but I thought it deserved a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Christmas Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,&lt;br /&gt;HE LIVED ALL ALONE,&lt;br /&gt;IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF&lt;br /&gt;PLASTER AND STONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY&lt;br /&gt;WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,&lt;br /&gt;AND TO SEE JUST WHO&lt;br /&gt;IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,&lt;br /&gt;A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,&lt;br /&gt;NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN A TREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,&lt;br /&gt;JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,&lt;br /&gt;ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,&lt;br /&gt;AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,&lt;br /&gt;A SOBER THOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;CAME THROUGH MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,&lt;br /&gt;ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,&lt;br /&gt;SILENT, ALONE,&lt;br /&gt;CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,&lt;br /&gt;THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,&lt;br /&gt;NOT HOW I PICTURED&lt;br /&gt;A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS TH IS THE HERO&lt;br /&gt;OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?&lt;br /&gt;CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,&lt;br /&gt;THE FLOOR FOR A BED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALIZED THE FAMILIES&lt;br /&gt;THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS&lt;br /&gt;WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOON ROUND THE WORLD,&lt;br /&gt;THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,&lt;br /&gt;AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE&lt;br /&gt;A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T HELP WONDER&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY LAY ALONE,&lt;br /&gt;ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE&lt;br /&gt;IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VERY THOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,&lt;br /&gt;I DROPPED TO MY KNEES&lt;br /&gt;AND STARTED TO CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOLDIER AWAKENED&lt;br /&gt;AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,&lt;br /&gt;'SANTA DON'T CRY,&lt;br /&gt;THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS MY GOD,&lt;br /&gt;MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER&lt;br /&gt;AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,&lt;br /&gt;I CONTINUED TO WEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS ,&lt;br /&gt;SO SILENT AND STILL&lt;br /&gt;AND WE BOTH SHIVERED&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE&lt;br /&gt;ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR&lt;br /&gt;SO WILLING TO FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,&lt;br /&gt;WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,&lt;br /&gt;WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,&lt;br /&gt;AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by a Marine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7163420870676766442?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7163420870676766442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7163420870676766442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7163420870676766442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7163420870676766442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-christmas-poem.html' title='New Christmas Poem'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3913391835674011700</id><published>2008-12-25T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:00:23.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>GOD Bless Everyone!   Wishing everyone a Safe and Merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SVMSABzn_TI/AAAAAAAAASs/kzdgu6UhTuk/s1600-h/PC250649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SVMSABzn_TI/AAAAAAAAASs/kzdgu6UhTuk/s320/PC250649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283586579529989426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Santa is tired and going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SVMSAZvT7aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J8bkmUdQNYE/s1600-h/PC250656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SVMSAZvT7aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J8bkmUdQNYE/s320/PC250656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283586585954348450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3913391835674011700?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3913391835674011700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3913391835674011700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3913391835674011700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3913391835674011700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SVMSABzn_TI/AAAAAAAAASs/kzdgu6UhTuk/s72-c/PC250649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3156248478912789602</id><published>2008-12-18T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:20:51.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Finished!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SUsRXpghenI/AAAAAAAAASg/AYEzVknMPfw/s1600-h/HappyDance3k.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SUsRXpghenI/AAAAAAAAASg/AYEzVknMPfw/s320/HappyDance3k.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281334085998967410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had my last final of the semester this afternoon, which means I now have a three week break. YEA!!! I am really going to try to catch up on blog reading, staring tomorrow. I hope:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have to finish watching my beloved COLTS, and yell at the TV. I am sure they can hear me and will shape up if I yell enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3156248478912789602?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3156248478912789602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3156248478912789602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3156248478912789602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3156248478912789602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-finished.html' title='Finals Finished!!'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SUsRXpghenI/AAAAAAAAASg/AYEzVknMPfw/s72-c/HappyDance3k.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6002974764782180288</id><published>2008-12-05T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:47:40.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungel Elves</title><content type='html'>Presenting the Diva, Peepers, and The Mouse (this is my new name for Cookies daughter because you know she's there but you rarely see her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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They have brought back many memories. I remember being young and looking forward to these shows myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/STdWWIOGuAI/AAAAAAAAASY/sXxE5RfYONY/s1600-h/images44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/STdWWIOGuAI/AAAAAAAAASY/sXxE5RfYONY/s320/images44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275780426651580418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the past 20yrs, my viewing pleasures have not been complete without watching 'A Christmas Story.' I cannot even explain why I love this movie so much but I will watch it over and over. A story told by Ralphie about his childhood one Christmas. Some clippets from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GA3HPlMhOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-GA3HPlMhOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/8733561320194984464-6488182464003838253?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6488182464003838253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6488182464003838253' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6488182464003838253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6488182464003838253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-classics.html' title='Christmas Classics'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/STdWWIOGuAI/AAAAAAAAASY/sXxE5RfYONY/s72-c/images44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2411606313410313452</id><published>2008-11-29T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:37:14.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Black Friday shopping was eventful. I made it to Wallyworld @ 4:20 AM. No one got hurt here because they let us wait inside. You just pushed you cart to the item you were going for first and they unwrapped it and @ 5:00 it was go time. I did have to hit a couple people with my cart, but that is only because they stopped in the aisle to talk with a friend and I was on a mission dammit, MOVE IT PEOPLE!! I left with all but one item I was after but grabbed a few extra because of the deal:) Moving right along, I was outta there and on my way to the mall @ 5:38. I wasn't there to lolly gag .&lt;br /&gt;The Mall:  I got a few things in Sears then headed to Old Navy. I only got a sweatshirt and shirt for Cookie's daughters b-day. My friend from school rang me up and asked me to please apply for a charge card so she could get credit. I said okay, as long as you still get the credit when I get denied. Well, I left Old Navy with a $4oo credit limit...go figure, are they crazy? I have no job!! Oh well, Cookie does..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;I decided to leave at that. My Sears bag was getting heavy and I was no longer thinking straight. Went to Walgreens, got a pop and was home by 7:30AM. Not bad and I am now done with Christmas shopping. Now to wrap everything...Ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up the Christmas tree yesterday and started decorating. I will finish that tomorrow, maybe. On the bright side, I still have a few things decorated from last year (&lt;a href="http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/christmas-in-july.html"&gt;Christmas in July&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can post pictures this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to catch up on some blogs also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2411606313410313452?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2411606313410313452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2411606313410313452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2411606313410313452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2411606313410313452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-black-friday-shopping-was-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1876643599552243567</id><published>2008-11-27T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:14:44.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everybody, hope everyone has had a great Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, we stayed home and had Cookies homemade lasagna. One of the benefits to having Thanksgiving with family the weekend before. Although the Diva is not feeling well, she has had the stomach flu since last night. Poor child, I think she has been sick most major holidays this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be joining all the other fools out shopping at 4 AM tomorrow. That shall be fun,  an excuse to get out of the house without Peepers begging to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three weeks left this semester, YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!! Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1876643599552243567?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1876643599552243567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1876643599552243567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1876643599552243567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1876643599552243567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-everybody-hope-everyone-has-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6414264187351781937</id><published>2008-10-27T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:36:56.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bissell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>My Bissell is burnt</title><content type='html'>Wow, I just realized it has been some time since I have posted.  School is going good tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway onto another subject, back in March I bought this Bissell Powerforce turbo vacuum cleaner, now if you remember me, you know I HATE to clean so when I was sweeping last week and it started to smell funny I shut it off. I turned it up to look at it because I knew my roller had quit moving and smoke started coming out. Here I was thinking great, catch the place on fire so I won't have to worry about cleaning. I am still here so obviously the smoke wasn't as bad as it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't figured out why this damned thing will no longer work. The belt is fine. Like I said I bought it in March and I only sweep about once a week so I have only used this dang thing somewhere around 34 times and it broke. I bought the middle of the line because I wanted a decent vacuum and this is what happens.  So I am off in search of a new one again this week, any suggestions besides Bissell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will try to post with a little more frequency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-6414264187351781937?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6414264187351781937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6414264187351781937' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6414264187351781937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6414264187351781937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bissell-is-burnt.html' title='My Bissell is burnt'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3199039094976168385</id><published>2008-09-18T09:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:35:16.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frontal lobe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>I am still here, sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, school is kicking my ass this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been learning so much though. hehe. For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SNj4Y6dPubI/AAAAAAAAARE/GteqnkvDDcs/s1600-h/images15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SNj4Y6dPubI/AAAAAAAAARE/GteqnkvDDcs/s320/images15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249218472592783794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Frontal Lobe -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Front part of the brain; involved in planning, organizing, problem solving, selective attention, personality and a variety of "higher cognitive functions" including behavior and emotions and evidence is strong that the brain does not cease to mature until the early 20's in those relevant parts that govern impulsitivity, judgment, planning for the future, foresight of consequences, and other characteristics that make people morally capable.&lt;br /&gt;So I had a talk with my daughter on the dangers of drinking and doing drugs until her frontal lobe is fully developed. hehehe. And thinking to myself no wonder I am on the edge of 40yrs old and just now going to school. I needed someone to have this talk with me, I mean at least I would have known I was altering my future because I doubt it would have changed anything I did. It is a good resource to blame tho.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for the day. Okay going to try to play catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3199039094976168385?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3199039094976168385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3199039094976168385' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3199039094976168385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3199039094976168385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-still-here-sort-of.html' title='I am still here, sort of'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SNj4Y6dPubI/AAAAAAAAARE/GteqnkvDDcs/s72-c/images15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2012679465040257071</id><published>2008-09-11T08:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:10:27.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of it being the Diva's Birthday Monday, I thought I'd tell a story about the &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeper&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calm down J, not all of it. Although it is really funny.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I was pregnant with the Diva two weeks after her father and I decided we were definitely divorcing. We had tried so hard to get pregnant for during the years we were together but it was no reason to stay together either. I went about my life preparing to be a single mom, and he about his with his new girlfriend. He did attend appointments and such because he still wanted to be a part of her life. And he is a very big part to this day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE, &lt;/span&gt;and had one of the best friends:)  She let me know just how huge I was, she says even my eyelashes were huge. She shopped with me, helped me put new accessories together, she did it all. She found out she was pregnant toward the end of my pregnancy, which made it that much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMklzfuwmVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ol1YPDefH0k/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMklzfuwmVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ol1YPDefH0k/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244764807670831442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came Thursday night I started having contractions so I called upon the &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeper&lt;/a&gt;. She was getting ready to go to bed but came over immediately. She walked around out in the dark with me and we talked then decided it was time to go because I was having contractions about every five minutes. J drove us to the hospital, if you read her post you know how the women drives.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once checked in they inform me no more food until delivery. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What, WTF?&lt;/span&gt; Had I known this I would have waited until I seen the head. I love food!! Anyway, J is with me and enduring whatever with me, so I thought. I was trying to rest and all of the sudden I hear crunch, I whipped my head around and shot daggers. My mom had smuggled her in an apple. You Bitch!! Okay sorry, I know you're pregnant and you are here out of the goodness of your heart but for gosh sakes at least act like you need some air or have to pee. Little did I know we would be there forever before the Diva decided to grace us with her precense. At 3:15PM Friday, the Diva finally came. I sent out for food for myself and the Keeper immediatly!! We ate then and again at dinner time. She stayed with me that whole night too, in a recliner chair, and pregnant. She even wheeled my ass out to smoke. Oh, the nurses were not to happy with us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;J stood in, she was there throughout the whole delivery, comforting my whiny ass and helping me welcome the Diva into this world. So&lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt; J&lt;/a&gt;, writing this today to say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are the wind beneath my wings, Love you!! &lt;/span&gt;Looking back at the whole episode, Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2012679465040257071?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2012679465040257071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2012679465040257071' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2012679465040257071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2012679465040257071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMklzfuwmVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ol1YPDefH0k/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1907537792025729564</id><published>2008-09-10T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:00:00.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peepers is 3 years old today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMcqA3SST4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iUBz4J8UrQM/s1600-h/P8280404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMcqA3SST4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iUBz4J8UrQM/s320/P8280404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244206485425246082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago today you decided to make your debut into the world and Mommy couldn't have been more happy. You were always making it difficult to breath and you loved hanging out on my right side. I swore you would be grounded when you turn 13 for always smashing my innards. The labor was extremely painful but 6 hours fast. I was very excited to see you because I knew you would be as precious as you are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday My Love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!! Three cakes in less than a week. Now that's what gets excited me. We will have a small one today, then we are celebrating on Sunday with family because her oldest sister, Diva girl  has a birthday Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMcqAm5c7BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TKIN2gOLehs/s1600-h/BDD892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMcqAm5c7BI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TKIN2gOLehs/s320/BDD892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244206481026116626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to attempt a cake with the Dora theme because this is what she wanted. And a separate one for Diva girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me why dad goes and drinks after mom does all the work carrying and delivering a baby? When he enjoyed the whole process that got you there and then celebrates like he did something really impressive, nevermind what you have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1907537792025729564?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1907537792025729564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1907537792025729564' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1907537792025729564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1907537792025729564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-three.html' title='She&apos;s Three'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMcqA3SST4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iUBz4J8UrQM/s72-c/P8280404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8145414872848520144</id><published>2008-09-09T11:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:41:48.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A hairy tounge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;WTF????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are weak stomached,&lt;br /&gt;ahem...The Keeper,&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you not read any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you like to kiss this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard the saying, growing hair on your teeth&lt;br /&gt;but never in my wildest dreams did I believe hair could actually grow in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMaUq9scvSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/r98Bdbzq2Lk/s1600-h/images6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMaUq9scvSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/r98Bdbzq2Lk/s320/images6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042281955933474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing going on so I have to resort to pics I find doing research for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8145414872848520144?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8145414872848520144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8145414872848520144' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8145414872848520144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8145414872848520144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/hairy-tounge.html' title='A hairy tounge?'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SMaUq9scvSI/AAAAAAAAAQk/r98Bdbzq2Lk/s72-c/images6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2428434545063592642</id><published>2008-09-04T10:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:32:40.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Thingies Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakR3ei1pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qx5oQrQc4BE/s1600-h/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakR3ei1pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qx5oQrQc4BE/s320/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239555843348944530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love when Thursday rolls around because it brings back memories. I am participating in Vintage Thingies Thursday hosted by the &lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Apron Queen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an old book I found in my hopeless chest of goodies, 'The Story of Jesus,' the copyright date on this is 1934.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SL_xDRd27PI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7OiHlysv21s/s1600-h/P9040419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SL_xDRd27PI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7OiHlysv21s/s320/P9040419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173529813085426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was given to my Grandma when she was 7yrs old.  My Grandma gave it to mom who in turn gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SL_xD7Z_I5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/chebLFdXq0A/s1600-h/P9040420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SL_xD7Z_I5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/chebLFdXq0A/s320/P9040420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173541071135634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pages are a construction like paper. The binding has come off the side but the top cover is still attached and I have the back cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SL_xEAnsxcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2vsuYSSo6PQ/s1600-h/P9040421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SL_xEAnsxcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2vsuYSSo6PQ/s320/P9040421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173542470829506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will eventually give this to one of my girls, probably the Diva, not sure when tho after all it took mom 23yrs to give it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2428434545063592642?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2428434545063592642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2428434545063592642' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2428434545063592642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2428434545063592642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/09/vintage-thingies-thursday.html' title='Vintage Thingies Thursday'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakR3ei1pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qx5oQrQc4BE/s72-c/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7933242424115611579</id><published>2008-09-03T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:15:10.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings</title><content type='html'>I went to the gas station on my way home from classes today to get a diet pop and left there with my pop and some ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it people think I want to hear their music and have their bass or whatever from their shaking me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gas station had 4 or 5 employees working but only had one register open. Why? Two of the employees were just standing around talking and eating chips the Frito-Lays man had given them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the line grew to about 10 people they decided to open another line, at this time I only had the person paying and a nice little old man in front of me. The lady clearly said, 'I can help who is next, so the little old man started to go that way when some dim-wit women that was about 3 people behind me decided she had to be there. She ran up to the cashier and the poor old man was just lost. I let him back in line in front of me and questioned whether or not to cause a scene. I chose to bite my tongue but the more I think about it I wish I would have spoken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have already quit taking my quit smoking medicine.&lt;br /&gt;The side effects were too much. I was constantly tired and felt numb (like no personality what-so-ever). I wasn't caring about much. It gave me chest pain and was dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;This is day one off the med and I am already feeling better than I have in days. So I think I am going to try the patches instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7933242424115611579?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7933242424115611579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7933242424115611579' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7933242424115611579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7933242424115611579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/09/rantings.html' title='Rantings'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4257878017848821564</id><published>2008-09-02T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:32:50.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal soon</title><content type='html'>My blogging time has been seriously effected by the amount of homework I have so in between the things I have to accomplish today I am going to try to catch up with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping I will get into some kind of groove here soon so I can keep up with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4257878017848821564?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4257878017848821564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4257878017848821564' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4257878017848821564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4257878017848821564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-normal-soon.html' title='Back to normal soon'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5825846430791078361</id><published>2008-08-28T09:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:28:22.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Thingies Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakR3ei1pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qx5oQrQc4BE/s1600-h/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakR3ei1pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qx5oQrQc4BE/s320/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239555843348944530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is once again time for Vintage Thingies Thursday hosted by  the &lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Apron Queen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of me I believe on my first birthday. I received this lovable, fluffy white teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;(I had to take a picture of the picture because it started to rip when I tried to take it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakR95qLnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VHx-LkdeK3k/s1600-h/P8280397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakR95qLnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VHx-LkdeK3k/s320/P8280397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239555845073284722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bear will be 39yrs. old this year. He is not near as fluffy, he may be missing most of his tongue and fur, and he may be a little misshaped but I still love him. His ears have bells in them and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; jingle. This is one thing I own that I just may tackle my own kids if I found them with it. They pretty much know he is off limits to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakST66jNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yMNrGMhe1aY/s1600-h/P8280402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakST66jNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/yMNrGMhe1aY/s320/P8280402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239555850984131794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never named him even though he has been a big part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5825846430791078361?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5825846430791078361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5825846430791078361' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5825846430791078361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5825846430791078361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/vintage-thingies-thursday_28.html' title='Vintage Thingies Thursday'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLakR3ei1pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qx5oQrQc4BE/s72-c/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2807413386281656118</id><published>2008-08-26T07:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:10:30.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to school. So of course I had to get new school clothes.&lt;br /&gt;These are mine. I have beautiful raspberry shirts on order that match my pants. This is my required wear for the next year. Oh well, at least I don't have to worry about what I am going to put on for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLS2u3SHgvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VvJyBTQPBKw/s1600-h/P8260380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLS2u3SHgvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VvJyBTQPBKw/s320/P8260380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239013182768906994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as long as my fingernails are allowed to be with clear polish only. This really bums me. Never realized how much I liked my nails until I had to cut them all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLS2uuN8tOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Om-SBsU7s7M/s1600-h/P8260379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLS2uuN8tOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Om-SBsU7s7M/s320/P8260379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239013180335502562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the three different bags I tote around because there isn't a bag big enough for all the shit I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPzWoftRzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sBQTdkaHkgg/s1600-h/P8260370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPzWoftRzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sBQTdkaHkgg/s320/P8260370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238798361715099442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday and got my physical for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said shots, I was all for it. I was expecting a Royal Butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPwysHkHfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KFoPO6sSO_Y/s1600-h/images9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPwysHkHfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KFoPO6sSO_Y/s320/images9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238795545189031410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I got 4 of these (and have to go back within the next three weeks for 3 or 4 more). In the process I said a few choice words. My arms are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPxUxVuTMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hc6bn9p0amw/s1600-h/images8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPxUxVuTMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hc6bn9p0amw/s320/images8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238796130706148546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got my three month supply of Zyban. This is my smoking deterrent. I have to say I am a little worried about taking it, I no longer like to take anything more than asprin. I looked it up this morning in my, now handy, nurses drug handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPzWWJIdzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4a9sYaZh73Q/s1600-h/P8260369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPzWWJIdzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4a9sYaZh73Q/s320/P8260369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238798356788574002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side effects scare the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPzWze7khI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cthd-onIr10/s1600-h/P8260375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLPzWze7khI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cthd-onIr10/s320/P8260375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238798364664631826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still going to take it. I am going to start Friday.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2807413386281656118?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2807413386281656118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2807413386281656118' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2807413386281656118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2807413386281656118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SLS2u3SHgvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VvJyBTQPBKw/s72-c/P8260380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2536809395224585055</id><published>2008-08-24T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:41:58.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With fall semester starting at school it means summer is basically over so I thought I would post a few shots of things you do not want to see at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9z0XUGRuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aDA8M88J_s0/s1600-h/gross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9z0XUGRuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aDA8M88J_s0/s320/gross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237532235103880930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some ta-ta's!! I showed this picture to Cookie and he asked me not to share anything more with him. How does she carry those things around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK909xwY7FI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vof5p-4N-X4/s1600-h/2bigbutt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK909xwY7FI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vof5p-4N-X4/s320/2bigbutt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237533496332315730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Heavens Sake Ladies put on some shorts. Now that is alot of Gluteus Maximus. And Cookie thought my GM muscles were big!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK91ylExNFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B9tSpO4Yaq8/s1600-h/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK91ylExNFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B9tSpO4Yaq8/s320/images4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534403461198930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I am all for Patriotism, but this is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is all good blogging material it is not something I want to subject my children to at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Now off to school tomorrow to see if I can actually learn something useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2536809395224585055?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2536809395224585055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2536809395224585055' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2536809395224585055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2536809395224585055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-fall-semester-starting-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9z0XUGRuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aDA8M88J_s0/s72-c/gross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-674815989595076977</id><published>2008-08-22T20:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:20:37.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Man/Half Tree</title><content type='html'>Whenever I have the audacity to complain about my sagging skin or new horror bump that has popped up on my face I have to remember to Thank God for the body I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night I was watching TLC and a story came on about a man that has root like structure growing from his skin. He lives in a village in Indonesia. This story totally freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9c-rcXc-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hobv3JzSokI/s1600-h/news-graphics-2007-_650759c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9c-rcXc-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hobv3JzSokI/s320/news-graphics-2007-_650759c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237507123538523106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They protrude from his hands and feet. I know this may be unsettling but I couldn't help but to inform ya'll of this condition. I watched this and couldn't decide if I wanted to cringe or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9dOAdSInI/AAAAAAAAAOU/f_xaB4oAXWQ/s1600-h/news-graphics-2007-_650758c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9dOAdSInI/AAAAAAAAAOU/f_xaB4oAXWQ/s320/news-graphics-2007-_650758c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237507386877551218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an American doctor that is trying to help this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9ddW0PsJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0eNPZMxlT8Q/s1600-h/news-graphics-2007-_650757c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9ddW0PsJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0eNPZMxlT8Q/s320/news-graphics-2007-_650757c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237507650577477778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/1569156/Tree-man-%27who-grew-roots%27-may-be-cured.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read more about this story. I think it is also going to air on the 26th on TLC. Not sure if it is the same one or a follow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-674815989595076977?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/674815989595076977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=674815989595076977' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/674815989595076977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/674815989595076977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/half-manhalf-tree.html' title='Half Man/Half Tree'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SK9c-rcXc-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hobv3JzSokI/s72-c/news-graphics-2007-_650759c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2579217541425842703</id><published>2008-08-21T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:18:16.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://planethotflash.blogspot.com/2008/08/se7en.html"&gt;Se7en&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I was tagged by&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to do this and seeing how I am such a wonderful friend I decided to play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7 things I plan to do before I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play with and spoil my grandbabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quit Smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Italy or Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the Bible through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have my own Harley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live somewhere it doesn't snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight without losing the boobs too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7 things I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can bend my thumb back to touch the back of my wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make people laugh (usually at my expense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a good book in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat, Eat and Eat (I love food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix a mean cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cartwheel (I have lost the ability to do a back handspring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7 things I cannot do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring myself to believe that my house needs cleaned on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a good distance (due to smoking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tolerate stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get along with Cookie's sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink Vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have more children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7 things that attract me to the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laid back (like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer belly (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Willingness to be spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7 things I say most often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love you more than most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really? Are you kidding me? (this is when I cannot believe that someone would expect me to believe what they are saying to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Son of a Bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's go get mommy a pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urgh!!! (when I see all the laundry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needing&lt;/span&gt; to be done or any cleaning really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop or Quit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;7 celebrity crushes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matthew McConaughey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brett Favre (although I am a Colts fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toby Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Some I will ask to do this if they would like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://thehumanrace600.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://bubbassis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bubba's Sis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://kaishon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebeckah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://my-scattered-ramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And anyone else that would like to participate&lt;br /&gt;                                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new crush kicked some Brazilian butt last night and took the Gold!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2579217541425842703?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2579217541425842703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2579217541425842703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2579217541425842703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2579217541425842703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3528548826795671561</id><published>2008-08-20T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:21:40.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>I have been ignoring my blog this week. This is due to the fact that I am starting classes again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy doing my Quarterly house cleaning. Trying to catch up on things I have let slide during summer classes because if you know me at all, you know this will not be done again until around Christmas. Hehe. Wait listen for it....did you all hear mom groan? She is rolling her eyes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out yesterday, after it was too late to do anything about it, that I did not get the memo for my clinical's this fall. I apparently need to go get scrubs, white tennis shoes, have a physical and get my immunization records along with another 3 or 4 new shots. I freaking hate getting shots so now I am not only crushed for time but I have to get fucking shots!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I called my docor this morning and asked for my immunization records. No go - When they called me back they informed me they were no where to be found. GREAT.. so I called the offices where my pediatrician used to be before retirement, first off the lady says we do not have those from that LONG AGO, I said thank you. I knew records only had to be kept for ten years but I thought maybe since my Doctors now are affiliated with this conglomerate there just may have been a chance but NOPE. Finally I call my high school and explain that yes, it has been over 20 years since I have been there but is there a chance they would still have these records? The nurse took my name and # and said she would get back to me...like okay. To my joy,  within 15 minutes she called me and said I could pick them up at the office. I love my alamarter a whole lot better today than I did back then. Anyway, this saved me from having to get an additional set of 3 shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I am not working for the elementary school everyday this year. They couldn't work it around my class schedule. Damn the luck:). Can you tell how upset this has made me? I am going to fill in where needed if it works into my schedule. See Cookie, I am employed!!! If this isn't enough I will just have to work alittle more around here on him, he'll forget all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3528548826795671561?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3528548826795671561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3528548826795671561' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3528548826795671561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3528548826795671561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4278283683153445320</id><published>2008-08-18T13:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:56:53.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Gods</title><content type='html'>With all the talk of the Olympics lately and me really having nothing to post I figure I would show a picture of my latest crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKm2_jVQ78I/AAAAAAAAAOE/nw3RZhP8nO8/s1600-h/220471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKm2_jVQ78I/AAAAAAAAAOE/nw3RZhP8nO8/s320/220471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235917244727357378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Philip Dalhausser.&lt;br /&gt;He is on the Men's Beach Vollyball team and boy is he YUMMY!!! I love watching him and his teammate Rogers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4278283683153445320?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4278283683153445320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4278283683153445320' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4278283683153445320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4278283683153445320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-gods.html' title='Olympic Gods'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKm2_jVQ78I/AAAAAAAAAOE/nw3RZhP8nO8/s72-c/220471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4395027131020424501</id><published>2008-08-14T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:40:34.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Thingies Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOO0_qjb5I/AAAAAAAAANU/51wJHur8nHU/s1600-h/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOO0_qjb5I/AAAAAAAAANU/51wJHur8nHU/s320/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234184233028906898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man if these things weren't the best!! I am just wondering who came up with these. PARENTS: If you cannot afford or are tired of buying the real thing look no further, we have the answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOQbYhf1II/AAAAAAAAANc/4IJ5OY291JQ/s1600-h/P8130356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOQbYhf1II/AAAAAAAAANc/4IJ5OY291JQ/s320/P8130356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234185992048465026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                    PAPER DOLLS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOQ5XmDAGI/AAAAAAAAANk/uHSw_6sIWSk/s1600-h/P8130357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOQ5XmDAGI/AAAAAAAAANk/uHSw_6sIWSk/s320/P8130357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234186507195187298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my all time favorite outfit. Whenever we played I had to have it and would NOT share. I can be selfish that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOSN7VNZRI/AAAAAAAAANs/AUzfVdNH6Ww/s1600-h/P8130360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOSN7VNZRI/AAAAAAAAANs/AUzfVdNH6Ww/s320/P8130360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234187959897253138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOSiigTzLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/VvN3fLX7WQQ/s1600-h/P8130358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOSiigTzLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/VvN3fLX7WQQ/s320/P8130358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234188314010176690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are especially for Sista #1 @ &lt;a href="http://menapausalmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holy Crappers&lt;/a&gt; - The Partridge Family!!! These are the only three I could find tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOUl_4OeZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/x6r8iqVhKcY/s1600-h/P8130363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOUl_4OeZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/x6r8iqVhKcY/s320/P8130363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234190572457982354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to try to set them all out but there are all the dolls and well over 100 outfits.  And dressing them, out of the question. Hey, remember I do as little work as possible:)  Anyway, nowadays I would rather look at a set of abs like Kens than pick out clothing for him. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click if you would like to participate in Vintage Thingies Thursday hosted by the &lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Apron Queen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4395027131020424501?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4395027131020424501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4395027131020424501' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4395027131020424501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4395027131020424501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/vintage-thingies-thursday.html' title='Vintage Thingies Thursday'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKOO0_qjb5I/AAAAAAAAANU/51wJHur8nHU/s72-c/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-469489313569416549</id><published>2008-08-13T07:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:47:13.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKLHsVk2rZI/AAAAAAAAANM/p8Zx7EAwc3A/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKLHsVk2rZI/AAAAAAAAANM/p8Zx7EAwc3A/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233965281477832082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;C'mon and take the picture already!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-469489313569416549?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/469489313569416549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=469489313569416549' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/469489313569416549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/469489313569416549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKLHsVk2rZI/AAAAAAAAANM/p8Zx7EAwc3A/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-9040194842767645938</id><published>2008-08-11T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:22:37.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures!!</title><content type='html'>I was an adventurous little tyke when I was around peepers age. &lt;br /&gt;I remember one time when I was out in the back yard and I think the phone rang. Mom told me to stay there while she ran in. Well, I of course had other plans being left out in the great beyond by myself. You see I just loved my great grandma and grandpa and I loved to visit with them. They didn't live too far, maybe about 6 or 7 blocks away.&lt;br /&gt; All I had to do was open the gate and I would be in the alley. Task one: Accomplished. This would cut a half block out of my journey. I proceeded down the alley and turned left onto the sidewalk of St. I made it to the crosswalk  and onto the next block. I think I made my way past a couple houses I am not quite sure how many, before I was in front of my great, great-aunts house. She stopped me and offered me some cookies. Of course my answer was yes. The next thing I recall was eating my cookies with my mom frantically coming to get me...hehe. Oh how I thrived to be left alone in the back yard again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKDlZAgOdGI/AAAAAAAAANE/sA8JcEsxXFA/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKDlZAgOdGI/AAAAAAAAANE/sA8JcEsxXFA/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233434984799171682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Our house&lt;br /&gt;B: Great Gramma &amp; Grampa&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the circle is where I ended up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-9040194842767645938?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/9040194842767645938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=9040194842767645938' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/9040194842767645938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/9040194842767645938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/adventures.html' title='Adventures!!'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SKDlZAgOdGI/AAAAAAAAANE/sA8JcEsxXFA/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-290040949275117560</id><published>2008-08-06T22:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:31:21.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing...</title><content type='html'>I am at a loss with nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I took my last final on Wednesday for my summer classes and am now on a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have decided to do some reading. I went and got myself three books. I read, Where Are You Now, by Mary Higgins-Clark  all day yesterday so I didn't really do anything. When I start reading I usually don't put a book down until it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a rock. For some reason when Peepers and I go out and about she has taken on embarrassing me. If there is a person within five ft. of us she will tell them, 'Go Away Person.'  and some other favorites:&lt;br /&gt;*  I don't like that person, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;* You not brush your hair? (to check-out lady)&lt;br /&gt;* And everybody (no matter the age) if they have a belly, they have a baby in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On a side note - -Lynn, over at &lt;a href="http://korfforiginals.blogspot.com/"&gt;After the Dust Settles&lt;/a&gt; is giving away this cute little handmade piggy bank. Go on over and see how you can win this little porker.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJye3f_qqjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DGSYa50tEiA/s1600-h/Hpim2777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJye3f_qqjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DGSYa50tEiA/s320/Hpim2777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232231543416203826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-290040949275117560?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/290040949275117560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=290040949275117560' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/290040949275117560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/290040949275117560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-nothing.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing...'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJye3f_qqjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DGSYa50tEiA/s72-c/Hpim2777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6900911231301415711</id><published>2008-08-06T17:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:40:22.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She is MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJoVGdpH7zI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CkqhjSTq2vc/s1600-h/julie_0015+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJoVGdpH7zI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CkqhjSTq2vc/s320/julie_0015+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231517117924765490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this in your comments?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJoVWKrgWGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xDDwmEspjAg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJoVWKrgWGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xDDwmEspjAg/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231517387712387170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our friend the &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeper&lt;/a&gt;. She has been missing from the blogging world for awhile now. If anyone has seen her please tell her we have been missing her witty comments and banter. She acts as if she is too busy to grace us with her presence but she could at least say 'hi' to some of us before I send out the troops to find her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-6900911231301415711?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6900911231301415711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6900911231301415711' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6900911231301415711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6900911231301415711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-is-mia.html' title='She is MIA'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJoVGdpH7zI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CkqhjSTq2vc/s72-c/julie_0015+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7066902770734570724</id><published>2008-08-06T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:00:29.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>So the wedding took place this weekend. Of course it was beautiful and fun was had by all at the reception. I believe I took about 50 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights of the wedding were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Margarita Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkGu2ekJYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMipvj0SBkM/s1600-h/P8020276_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkGu2ekJYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMipvj0SBkM/s320/P8020276_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231219844135003522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Photo Booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkHK_VsmbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B34RgIgnsoc/s1600-h/P8020297_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkHK_VsmbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/B34RgIgnsoc/s320/P8020297_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231220327550065074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the kids, which I didn't get a picture, was the candy table. This table featured about twenty different types of candy in which the kids filled up small bags with. Yea, my kids were hyped up on sugar before dinner. That's okay cuz mom was buzzed on margaritas &amp; wine and beer was flowing excessively for dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkHds0rPuI/AAAAAAAAAME/qjuvr4UXigE/s1600-h/P8020294_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkHds0rPuI/AAAAAAAAAME/qjuvr4UXigE/s320/P8020294_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231220648997240546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led to dancing. This featured the Electric Slide, the Hokey Pokey and YMCA. Oh yea, the sound of the 80's music was flowing. Something came over Cookie and Peepers, they became the dancers. The only time they left that floor in a three hour period was to slam beer and lemonade as fast as possible because the floor was a callin' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkIsyJzK6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/vX9vhS3czOc/s1600-h/P8020328_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkIsyJzK6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/vX9vhS3czOc/s320/P8020328_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231222007637683106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkItGKnMwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZhImctv6k48/s1600-h/P8020329_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkItGKnMwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZhImctv6k48/s320/P8020329_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231222013009801986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkItpHZESI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gGvYM7EK24A/s1600-h/P8020330_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkItpHZESI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gGvYM7EK24A/s320/P8020330_01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231222022391533858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun was had by all and after the newlyweds left, I had to get them out of there before they had a chance to get back on that floor. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the table and headed to the car. &lt;font size="1"&gt;( Yes, by this point  the margaritas had worn off so I was able to drive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peepers was getting some air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cookies other daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7066902770734570724?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7066902770734570724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7066902770734570724' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7066902770734570724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7066902770734570724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJkGu2ekJYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMipvj0SBkM/s72-c/P8020276_01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2302381926169706154</id><published>2008-08-04T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:35:01.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged...</title><content type='html'>Tag! I'm It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tami from &lt;a href="http://neuroticallyyoursinflorida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neurotically Yours&lt;/a&gt; tagged me because she &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/font&gt; I would do this. Well I cannot let her down so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this but I am not tagging anyone. If you want to do this then please feel free to and let me know you did it so I can enjoy reading the facts you list about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I hate feet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;!!! I know we need them and I am thankful I have mine. The thought of someone even brushing a part of their foot upon me sends me into a frenzy. Although at this time I can handle Peepers feet. Give it a few more years and that will not be the case. Once you hit the age of about 8 yrs. just keep your feet away from me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2. I hate to fold laundry. We have a love seat we cannot sit on because it is full of clean clothes. Thank goodness we have another couch. I keep up on it until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Cookie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;someone else wants the dryer and throws the clothes on the couch causing a snowball effect. The girls have to fold their own laundry I am going to have to buy stock in Downey Wrinkle spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3. In all reality I am a quite person. I usually take a back seat to listen and observe people. But...just add alcohol and that all changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4. I hated the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; when we first met. Actually I didn't hate her because I didn't know her but I was quite the BITCH. She was dating my neighbor and friend and I was doing everything I could to piss her off. We somehow became good friends. In the divorces sides were taken and apparently he doesn't care for me anymore because of the side I chose to take. Oh well, she is now one of my best friends and so worth the loss of him. And our stories make good material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5. I have a fear of heights and spiders. Enough said about this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;6. I don't like it when people show up unexpectedly. No, I am not talking about you and the Rock!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;7. We have a bat that lives in our garage and it loves to toy with me. Since we do not smoke in the house it is either outside or in the garage. This damn thing will wait until I am seated and in the process of throwing some idea around in my head, when he pops out of nowhere to bestow me with his presence. Now I am not a fast mover but when he shows up I move at lighting speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2302381926169706154?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2302381926169706154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2302381926169706154' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2302381926169706154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2302381926169706154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged...'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7319614139933944616</id><published>2008-08-01T23:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:16:01.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at us!!</title><content type='html'>This will be a very quick post seeing how I am going to be busy this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of the step-bro's wedding tomorrow I decided to post this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture I found of the &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeper&lt;/a&gt; and Me at her first wedding. I was going to save it so I could really make fun of us but I figure I'll let you all do that for us. Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; time since I have seen my normal hair color. And why am I always talking through my teeth when I get a picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJPWoCAxBgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VzI9QO-GKAI/s1600-h/IMG_0001+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJPWoCAxBgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VzI9QO-GKAI/s320/IMG_0001+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229759575530472962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have say, 'Eat your heart out BHE'...LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7319614139933944616?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7319614139933944616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7319614139933944616' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7319614139933944616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7319614139933944616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-at-us.html' title='Look at us!!'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJPWoCAxBgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VzI9QO-GKAI/s72-c/IMG_0001+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2603543292185707505</id><published>2008-07-31T09:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:50:27.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Thingies Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am once again participating in Vintage Thingies Thursday hosted by the &lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Apron Queen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJG_9_FaDFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fmfC9OCO9ZE/s1600-h/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJG_9_FaDFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fmfC9OCO9ZE/s200/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229171713980894290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually digging around in my garage looking for something else when I happened along these &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;treasures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These frisbee looking things are vinyl record albums for the youngsters, like my daughter that are asking. This and a record player are how we listened to music when I was younger, before the 8-track, cassettes and cd's. And the other things the technically challenged like me don't have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHBCtxJK2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/-uh-qHiBryE/s1600-h/P7310261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHBCtxJK2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/-uh-qHiBryE/s200/P7310261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229172894743472994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I played My Boyfriend's Back &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHL4VxUuNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xZPGTs5X0E4/s1600-h/P7310259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHL4VxUuNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xZPGTs5X0E4/s200/P7310259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229184811130992850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHL4lKTPjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a9VRDD0AiaE/s1600-h/P7310260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHL4lKTPjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a9VRDD0AiaE/s200/P7310260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229184815262285362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved to watch Shirley Temple movies, so when I got the record I was a singing fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHNNwlDOvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ldm8mmOKaz0/s1600-h/P7310262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHNNwlDOvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ldm8mmOKaz0/s200/P7310262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229186278616152818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHNOPrd42I/AAAAAAAAAJg/LiEyo89qTns/s1600-h/P7310263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHNOPrd42I/AAAAAAAAAJg/LiEyo89qTns/s200/P7310263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229186286964564834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHNOY537sI/AAAAAAAAAJo/e5dmfQFr3oY/s1600-h/P7310264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJHNOY537sI/AAAAAAAAAJo/e5dmfQFr3oY/s200/P7310264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229186289440911042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my all time favorite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;When my Grandma gave me this for my birthday I was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;I seen this in the theaters nine time and to this day it is still my all time favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;The movie also started my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love affair with John Travolta. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted so badly to go to Rydell High.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Danny Zuko could have had me at the drive-in!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2603543292185707505?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2603543292185707505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2603543292185707505' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2603543292185707505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2603543292185707505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/vintage-thingies-thursday_31.html' title='Vintage Thingies Thursday'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SJG_9_FaDFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fmfC9OCO9ZE/s72-c/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8331269022698095602</id><published>2008-07-30T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:00:01.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for One</title><content type='html'>The boyfriend shall now be referred to as 'Cookie'. This is because I am tired of typing the boyfriend and he is the cook of this household. Now mind you this is probably not the name he would choose for himself seeing how everyone of his friends call him DOG and that is what he recently had tattooed on his arm but since he has not a clue that I have my own blog he won't know that he has been given a cutsie name. LOL...oh the horror of not sounding COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI8XgR5aigI/AAAAAAAAAIg/e6WmuVKkRTE/s1600-h/P6110035+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI8XgR5aigI/AAAAAAAAAIg/e6WmuVKkRTE/s200/P6110035+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228423535727905282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cookie. He would cringe at the thought of his picture being posted. Look at the talent tho. He loves to grill because not only can he have his beer (which is a necessity when cooking) but he can have a smoke too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this shows my age.&lt;br /&gt;I opened a shirt I had bought from e-bay and was looking at it. This is the conversation I had with the Diva.&lt;br /&gt;Diva: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: A shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Diva: What does it say&lt;br /&gt;Me: You won't want it&lt;br /&gt;Diva: What does it say&lt;br /&gt;Me: (turning it toward her) It says BLONDIE and Debbie Harry (it also has a picture of her)&lt;br /&gt;Diva: Who the heck is that&lt;br /&gt;Me: She is a singer of some awesome music&lt;br /&gt;Diva: I have never heard of her, is she still around, do people still listen to her?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well yes, I do&lt;br /&gt;Diva: You're old tho&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am going to have to duct tape her to a chair and make her listen to The Tide is High, Call Me, Heart of Glass, and Rapture and whatever other song I choose for calling me old. This child has no clue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8331269022698095602?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8331269022698095602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8331269022698095602' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8331269022698095602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8331269022698095602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-for-one.html' title='Two for One'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI8XgR5aigI/AAAAAAAAAIg/e6WmuVKkRTE/s72-c/P6110035+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2059913558762441491</id><published>2008-07-29T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:00:01.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brillante ? Me? Thank you!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited and would like to Thank &lt;a href="http://bubbassis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bubbas Sis&lt;/a&gt;, she gave me this award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI6RPcOexXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bWgptJ2sWOA/s1600-h/award-726478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI6RPcOexXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bWgptJ2sWOA/s200/award-726478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228275911884719474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When received, you may post the Premio to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Link to the blogger you received it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Give it to 7 bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Link to those 7 blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave those seven bloggers a comment about receiving the Brilliant Premio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. attached or single?  Boyfriend, Peepers daddy&lt;br /&gt;B. best friend?  one?&lt;br /&gt;C. cake or pie?  Yellow cake with chocolate icing&lt;br /&gt;D. day of choice?  Thursday&lt;br /&gt;E. essential item?  CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;F. favorite color?  Green&lt;br /&gt;G. gummy bears or worms?  Multi-colored worms&lt;br /&gt;H. hometown?  Frankfort&lt;br /&gt;I. favorite indulgence?  Massages and naps!&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July?  July - I love warm weather, I am always cold&lt;br /&gt;K. kids?  Three - Mine: She's 12, His: She's 10 and Ours: She's 2&lt;br /&gt;L. life isn't complete without?  Family&lt;br /&gt;M. marriage date?  I am living in sin, sorry Lord&lt;br /&gt;N. number of brothers &amp; sisters?  One of each, both older&lt;br /&gt;O. oranges or apples?  apples - I love oranges but have bad reactions to them&lt;br /&gt;P. phobias?  Heights and spiders&lt;br /&gt;Q. quotes?  Desire, Ask, Believe, Receive. &lt;br /&gt;R. reasons to smile?  Family and GOD!&lt;br /&gt;S. season of choice?  I love Spring and Fall!&lt;br /&gt;T. tag seven peeps! (see below)&lt;br /&gt;U. unknown fact about me? I Pray every night before bed.&lt;br /&gt;V. vegetable?  Ummm, too many to choose from&lt;br /&gt;W. worst habits?  Procrastinating (Duh) and smoking&lt;br /&gt;X. x-ray or ultrasound?  ultrasound&lt;br /&gt;Y. your favorite food?  This is too hard. My dream job would be food critic because I LOVE food&lt;br /&gt;Z. zodiac sign?  Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to honor the following blogs, and award them a 2008 Premio also...&lt;br /&gt;These are blogs I read daily and love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Of course &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Keeper of all Things&lt;/a&gt;, she IS one of my BFF's and talked me into starting this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. And Gramma J @ &lt;a href="http://www.askgrandmaj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ask Grandma J&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. The sista @ &lt;a href="http://menapausalmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holy Crappers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Lori @ &lt;a href="http://my-scattered-ramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. The Queen @ &lt;a href="http://planethotflash.blogspot.com/"&gt;Planet Hot Flash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. Aqua Net is her hero, &lt;a href="http://bighairenvy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Big Hair Envy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. I want to save this for future use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2059913558762441491?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2059913558762441491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2059913558762441491' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2059913558762441491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2059913558762441491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/brillante-me-thank-you.html' title='Brillante ? Me? Thank you!!'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI6RPcOexXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bWgptJ2sWOA/s72-c/award-726478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-2336042975504787590</id><published>2008-07-28T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:00:02.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Blog</title><content type='html'>I have nothing so this is going to be boring, like my weekend. I have literally spent my whole weekend with books. Not the fun mystery or trashy novels NOOO, I have been reading Anatomy and Physiology and Concepts to Math Applications. Blaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test in math that I am bound to fuck up. I am in overload trying to memorize conversions and about 25 formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI0gjeTLKkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EvYu1yLf3mQ/s1600-h/mbcn573l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI0gjeTLKkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EvYu1yLf3mQ/s200/mbcn573l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227870536248011330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already spent about 15 hours on my anatomy homework which is just a little over 1/2 finished. I keep asking myself why I chose to take classes in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Finals are next week and I will have a two week break before starting all over again with a heavier schedule, not to mention work starts too. This is really infringing on my blogging time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-2336042975504787590?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2336042975504787590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=2336042975504787590' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2336042975504787590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/2336042975504787590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/boring-blog.html' title='Boring Blog'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SI0gjeTLKkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/EvYu1yLf3mQ/s72-c/mbcn573l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1459983166401380343</id><published>2008-07-25T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:05:00.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way back when'/><title type='text'>YUMMY Rum Runners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIjM24HGQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/S8VEnRG-eFk/s1600-h/RETRO2+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIjM24HGQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/S8VEnRG-eFk/s200/RETRO2+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226652610710619058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick the girls up Monday after school from &lt;a href="http://constantlystressed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ma's&lt;/a&gt; the Rock got home a few minutes later. Ma asked him to puleeeze make her a drink. I guess the angels themselves were stressing her out...can't figure that one out..haha. Anyway she wanted a daiquiri. Urgh..Brought back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIiR4slbQvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-O6mjaCppWQ/s1600-h/rum_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIiR4slbQvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-O6mjaCppWQ/s320/rum_runner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226587770790298354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Keeper&lt;/a&gt; and I along with our husbands went to the local Tiki bar some years back.&lt;br /&gt;We noticed this beautiful new machine that was pouring out these yummy looking frozen drinks so of course we had to try one. Oh, the frozen concoction was just what we needed. They were so YUMMY and went perfect with the hot evening. We preceded to drink these and we were liking them more and more and feeling better and better. We drank more than our fair share of these but damn they were good.&lt;br /&gt;However, our fondness for our favorite new drink was short lived. I don't know what happened, oh wait yes I do. We decided we had enough drinks to strap on our armor and get into a riff with these other girls. Well our husbands had different ideas, apparently it was time for us to go home so we reluctantly went our separate ways bitching and moaning because we weren't done.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I decided I was feeling a little too warm so I started removing whatever clothing items I could first the shoes, then the shirt, then the pants. I was down to my bra and undies by the time we got home and I was still sweating like a pig. So now was time for the rest to come off, mind you we lived in town, not a real busy road but light poles everywhere so there was plenty light for anyone around. By the time I got to the front porch I was in the buff, pucking up those yummy rum runners, waiting for my husband to come let me in. What the hell was taking him so long? I laid on the cold concrete slab and decided I didn't care it was cold and felt good. My plans were to remain out there for the evening eventually he carried me in tho.&lt;br /&gt;I called the Keeper the next morning, she too had gotten sick. Boy was her husband &lt;strong&gt;Pissed&lt;/strong&gt;. You see they had just got new light green carpet installed and apparently the rum runners stain red when you puke them up all over your new carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now about 17yrs later an I still have not had a frozen rum drink and due to gravity the clothes stay on until in the confines of my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1459983166401380343?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1459983166401380343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1459983166401380343' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1459983166401380343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1459983166401380343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/yummy-rum-runners.html' title='YUMMY Rum Runners'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIjM24HGQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/S8VEnRG-eFk/s72-c/RETRO2+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8886071305933771632</id><published>2008-07-23T22:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:32:36.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>My cats were fighting on top of the china cabinet so I reached for my camera but they were done by the time I stood up. So, looking at the cabinet I decided to take the picture anyway because &lt;strong&gt;LOOK&lt;/strong&gt;....I still have my pretty blue Christmas garland with the lights hanging up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIh2AdFIwkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YhVngzmaWl8/s1600-h/P7230248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIh2AdFIwkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YhVngzmaWl8/s320/P7230248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226557117741711938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I have had to move it for some reason or another because there is only part of it hanging. So I just move it around, hell with taking it down now Christmas is only 5 months away or maybe I can say I am celebrating Christmas in July. How pretty. &lt;br /&gt;Saves me time for &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; shopping on Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8886071305933771632?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8886071305933771632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8886071305933771632' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8886071305933771632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8886071305933771632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIh2AdFIwkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YhVngzmaWl8/s72-c/P7230248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1326143938219841640</id><published>2008-07-23T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:30:01.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Why is it regardless, a Man will ask you if you know where something is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he already knows, if he has already looked in the spot where it is, if he knows where it should be, or even if it is staring him in the face he will still ask this question.&lt;br /&gt;Is it something in the genetic make-up of him or is this something he is taught by his father? Does he do it to see if you will actually stop what you are doing to come and help him? Is this how he judges whether or not you are truly there for him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I am at it why does he call out to you and then not respond when you say, &lt;em&gt;What? &lt;/em&gt;He actually sits there and waits for you to come to him to find out what he needs when he could have just said it at a higher tone. Does he need that face to face contact in order to speak? He sure as hell didn't when he called my name. And if you don't go to find out what he wants, does he just give up or does that thought just go away? Maybe I have I proved myself unworthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or could somebody please shed some light on this for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1326143938219841640?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1326143938219841640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1326143938219841640' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1326143938219841640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1326143938219841640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5324070914776551019</id><published>2008-07-22T10:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:27:32.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Cookies</title><content type='html'>I think I have figured out why my family thinks I should buy the boxed or break apart versions of desserts. Better yet the bakery version that is ready to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this Recipe book I made my mom when I was 7 yrs. old. Apparently my whole class made these because there were recipes along the same lines of mine from all of us. There are a few in the class that had their recipes down. They are the girls that excelled in Brownies and Girl Scouts. Go figure. They are the ones I envision at home these days being the Joan Clever of the era. Which, I.AM.NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my artistry skill could use some help also. This is the fancy cover. I probably worked on this for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIYXsBpxRQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qa44r3qIvzk/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIYXsBpxRQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qa44r3qIvzk/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225890462735353090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This makes the yummiest cookies!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIYXsLIPWEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SMtbPmfgrxY/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIYXsLIPWEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SMtbPmfgrxY/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225890465279072322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good though while they were perfecting their homemaker and art skill, I was busy improving upon my flirting skills. No kidding, on my 1st grade report card the teacher mentioned I was flirting with the boys too much. What did she expect,  I couldn't  draw or cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5324070914776551019?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5324070914776551019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5324070914776551019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5324070914776551019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5324070914776551019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/yummy-cookies.html' title='Yummy Cookies'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SIYXsBpxRQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qa44r3qIvzk/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8383223551076577413</id><published>2008-07-21T06:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:30:07.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1 of Vacation Horror</title><content type='html'>I decided against better judgment to write about the horror on my annual spring-break trip to visit the Keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diva and I were going to Florida, sans anyone else from the household. Yea, the freedom we would have. To do nothing and the Diva being old enough to care for herself. The countdown began for my stress free vacation ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter my Sister, upset with her man and wanting herself and her son to come with us.* I am thinking okay, this shouldn't be too bad. This is where I should stop thinking. So I make their reservations for them and explained to my sister that I am not going to be entertaining and this was suppose to be relaxing for me because I know her son gets bored &lt;strong&gt;VERY, VERY &lt;/strong&gt;easily. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my sister had traveled in quite some time. I received about five calls a day leading up to this vacation from her, asking every possible question from the getting to the airport to landing home. When she heard something she didn't like she would call my mom and complain to her and we hadn't even left yet. Like that was going to get her anywhere. She was already pissed off at me before we left because she had been talking to her friend. Her friend had been filling her head with different activities that are possible in Florida. The only activities I was wanting to partake in were laughing with the Keeper, eating, reading a few books and sunbathing. Well, she wanted to go on a dolphin cruise. This is how that went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her - I want to take C on a dolphin cruise&lt;br /&gt;Me - NO NO NO NO NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her - Why? You don't want to take Diva to see the dolphins?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Uh, No.&lt;br /&gt;Her - Well I want to do something we don't get to do all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Okay, I'll draw you a map when we get there, I am not stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;Her - I don't understand why you don't want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Because I can take her to where the boat docks and she can see them there at no cost to me. Besides she is kinda to cool to do things like that now.&lt;br /&gt;Her - I don't know my way around.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hello, I'll draw you a map. Not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you we haven't even left yet. This is how one of our many conversations went. Mom was about as stressed as me. This is going to be FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* S&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is very neurotically obsessive. I love her anyway, and I do like spending time with her, just not my stress free vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** My nephew who is 14 was a preemie and has since almost died twice (1. hit by a truck, 2. bacterial meningitis) so my sister caters to his EVERY whim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8383223551076577413?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8383223551076577413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8383223551076577413' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8383223551076577413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8383223551076577413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/part-1-of-vacation-horror.html' title='Part 1 of Vacation Horror'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6053929401354829254</id><published>2008-07-19T08:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:05:53.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My last 25 minutes...</title><content type='html'>I went on my morning jaunt to get a diet coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving the house I was questioning myself because I hadn't grabbed my camera. I had decided I would go without it because getting it would involve going back upstairs to grab it. This was a mistake, if only I wasn't such a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get Peepers loaded in the car seat and myself situated. She started asking me for a drink and I explained to her it was an old pop (my pops are the 44oz. styrofoam cups). Because I was too lazy to just throw it away in the first place, I decided to empty my ashtray into the cup and planned on throwing it away at he gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now we are off so the first thing I do is reach for a cigarette (I know I shouldn't smoke in the car with her, even with the windows down for anyone that is saying how bad I am at this point). I reach for my lighter and after about the 20th time of trying to get flame I throw it. Now I am searching the console because I am unable to drive without this glowing stick in my hand. Finally I have to use the freaking car lighter, the one that always holds onto a piece of my cig so it can fall in my lap and burn me. Son of a bitch, worth that second of pain tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally get to the gas station, I turn around and unbuckle Peepers so she can climb forward and get out with me. This is our usual routine. Well the part of the routine I forgot about came next. As I was grabbing change for the pop, she was getting herself a DRINK. Yes, that's right my daughter took a big gulp of watered-down pop with ashes and cigarette butts. When the slurping sound registered in my brain, it was too late. I looked over and she was holding her mouth open, dropping black shit all over the leather seat. I tried washing her mouth out with a kleenex that half was used but there was still half looking ok. Hell, she just drank ashes who cares. We finally make our way in to get her a drink of H2o and me a pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pop setting beside me we leave and I again have to use that freaking car lighter. I am trying to push the f@*cking thing in and its not going. All I am trying to do is drive and get this damn thing lit. It was stuck on the car phone plug in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had turned on this road that is a highly traveled road so when I look over and there was this lady out walking her dog, I had to say WTF? Walking a dog - very normal. Walking a dog in you black lingerie that is silky and looks like a very short mini dress - not so normal. WTF? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I just wanted to get home and I was pissed that I left my camera at home. Next time my lazy ass will go back upstairs and get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-6053929401354829254?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6053929401354829254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6053929401354829254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6053929401354829254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6053929401354829254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-last-25-minutes.html' title='My last 25 minutes...'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6655099931999723797</id><published>2008-07-18T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:52:34.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts hurt him</title><content type='html'>As we were sitting outside last night the cicada's were being so freaking loud, it was driving me crazy. I looked over at my BF and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I thought cicada's only came out every seven years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF - We have this conversation every year A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - We do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF - just rolls his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pondering a thought in my brain at this point and he looks at me and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF - Your thinking, it's hurting me. Don't even say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Since it is a seven year thing, do some burrow down then the next crowd come up?&lt;br /&gt;     you know, like these would be back in another seven years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF - Would you please stop (laughing at me). Only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So could someone please fill me in on these freaking things. They are annoying and I don't want to have this conversation again next year, then again, maybe I will just to annoy him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-6655099931999723797?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6655099931999723797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6655099931999723797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6655099931999723797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6655099931999723797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-thoughts-hurt-him.html' title='My thoughts hurt him'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-598792081125131616</id><published>2008-07-18T07:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:56:51.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeaa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling the LOVE from my blogging friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have received two awards!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to Thank &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SICBqorgG-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/SaNgThvM2d8/s1600-h/images11%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224318137224141794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SICBqorgG-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/SaNgThvM2d8/s320/images11%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Sista's at &lt;a href="http://menapausalmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holy Crappers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;they make me laugh daily and I want to party with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Lori at &lt;a href="http://my-scattered-ramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SICBq1meXmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FOv_6f8NE14/s1600-h/premioarteypico6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224318140692717154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SICBq1meXmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FOv_6f8NE14/s320/premioarteypico6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She too is a must read for me, she has great stories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even have to bitch to receive one...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they weren't from &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Keeper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Sista #1 and #2, and Lori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-598792081125131616?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/598792081125131616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=598792081125131616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/598792081125131616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/598792081125131616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-awards.html' title='My First Awards'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SICBqorgG-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/SaNgThvM2d8/s72-c/images11%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4420415886691940482</id><published>2008-07-17T06:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:15:00.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Thingies Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH630FYb-FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iRf88uMgh-I/s1600-h/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814723222108242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH630FYb-FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iRf88uMgh-I/s320/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am participating in Vintage Thingies Thursday hosted by the &lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/2008/03/light-bulb-moment.html"&gt;Apron Queen&lt;/a&gt; again this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dug out yet another house. This one is for Barbie and is from 1973. It is &lt;em&gt;Barbies Country Living Home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH630Wiq7lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Znp8spz9LGc/s1600-h/P7160217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814727828434514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH630Wiq7lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Znp8spz9LGc/s320/P7160217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can it is a nice little vinyl home but open it up and you have the lavish living room, charming little kitchen, and retro bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH630mQJfZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HhBuM5fhcwU/s1600-h/P7160218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814732045712786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH630mQJfZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HhBuM5fhcwU/s320/P7160218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened it I was surprised to see the wicker furniture. That was the thing to have in your house in the seventies and my barbies were no exception, they too had to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH631ZxAFfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S_I6aw_Wb7k/s1600-h/P7160221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814745873716722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH631ZxAFfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S_I6aw_Wb7k/s320/P7160221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also still had the pink plastic bed with orange flowers. And those swing doors, loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH631CcxU_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ql9VOFqHva8/s1600-h/P7160219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223814739614847986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH631CcxU_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ql9VOFqHva8/s320/P7160219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was checking this house out I noticed a few reasons I shouldn't house sit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If Barbie wants to keep those plants alive an flourishing she had better never ask me to house sit for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She has no microwave. C'mon, I thought she was hip you know microwaves were a luxury in the 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT??? No internet connection? I bet the beitch has it in her Malibu home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And sorry, no closets for &lt;a href="http://menapausalmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holy Crappers&lt;/a&gt; in this house. WTF is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say she seems to always have a roaring fire and a pie in the oven. Add some cocktails and I may have to reconsider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4420415886691940482?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4420415886691940482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4420415886691940482' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4420415886691940482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4420415886691940482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/vintage-thingies-thursday_17.html' title='Vintage Thingies Thursday'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SH630FYb-FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iRf88uMgh-I/s72-c/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5618586767778808814</id><published>2008-07-16T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:43:05.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Exceptions</title><content type='html'>I had went to pick blueberries yesterday in the morning and when I got home I got a call  at 10:20 from the clinic that they could get me in @11:15 for my yearly appointment, I accepted.&lt;br /&gt;I hurry and jump i the shower, I put on a nice VS bra and even shave my legs. After waiting to get called in the back, get weighed, check vitals, then making my way through the history (which why do they need the same information every time, why can't they just ask about the changes since you were last there?). As we are finishing my history another nurse comes in and asks if I would like to reschedule. At this point I am thinking WTF? Apparently, since I have no insurance, they can put me on this program that may help me pay for my yearly and mammogram but you cannot get on with this program until you turn 40 yrs. old, which for me isn't until November. They cannot make the exception and do this 4 mos. early so I now have to go through this whole process over again in November. At least I got out of helping the boyfriend clean the new upright freezer he bought so something good came out of the time I wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5618586767778808814?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5618586767778808814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5618586767778808814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5618586767778808814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5618586767778808814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-exceptions.html' title='No Exceptions'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-8555348156305469329</id><published>2008-07-14T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T05:00:00.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHq0GtlTPYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZYD_o4iKlSE/s1600-h/bdayfriends2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222684745297771906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHq0GtlTPYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZYD_o4iKlSE/s320/bdayfriends2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaappy Birth-day, Happy Happy Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaappy birthday to you, to you , to you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reminder: You are only one, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; years younger than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I liked this card because it looks like us doesn't it? &lt;em&gt;Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Keepers&lt;/a&gt; Bithday so go over and wish her a Happy Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-8555348156305469329?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8555348156305469329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=8555348156305469329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8555348156305469329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/8555348156305469329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHq0GtlTPYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZYD_o4iKlSE/s72-c/bdayfriends2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6961516716959887673</id><published>2008-07-13T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:45:05.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Blogging</title><content type='html'>Well she did it. Mom went and started herself a blog.&lt;br /&gt;She says for a couple weeks then she will see how she is doing. Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Go check her out at &lt;a href="http://constantlystressed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Constantly Stressed&lt;/a&gt; and give her some love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-6961516716959887673?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6961516716959887673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6961516716959887673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6961516716959887673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6961516716959887673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/moms-blogging.html' title='Mom&apos;s Blogging'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3021460162723160898</id><published>2008-07-12T11:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:00:20.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>First off , let me introduce you to my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHjeOBQPc2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/rInaHpR1mrE/s1600-h/P7040151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222168100372181858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHjeOBQPc2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/rInaHpR1mrE/s320/P7040151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sorry mom, the most recent pic I have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to the &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeper&lt;/a&gt; this morning and she informs me my mom e-mailed her wanting to start a blog. LOL...My first thought was, 'why didn't she ask me?" Now you know if she is reading the Keepers blog she has visited the spots she frequents, which means she knows what I am doing. I feel an invasion on the secret life I have created has been made. Is she spying on me? I suppose I'll get over it. I guess she &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;pretty much&lt;/span&gt; knows me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this woman already spends more time on the computer than anyone I know. I call her up and ask her what she is doing and 85% of the time she is on the computer. Oh, the hours this woman will spend blogging. Maybe that is where I got my addictive personality. I am not going to begrudge her if she wants to start a blog it can actually work in a couple of ways&lt;br /&gt;* Her husband will be thankful because she is no longer shopping because she is too busy blogging&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;* He too will feel neglected, like my boyfriend, because she is too busy blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I am not kidding when I say the woman has the potential to become a Blog Hussy!!( &lt;a href="http://askgrandmaj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grandma J&lt;/a&gt; is one of these).&lt;br /&gt;So mom when you read this you can acknowledge you know (because I know you do) and I will help you if you want me to. One rule tho - NO POSTING OF UNFLATTERING PICTURES OF ME!!!!(I guess that means none)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You!!!&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3021460162723160898?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3021460162723160898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3021460162723160898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3021460162723160898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3021460162723160898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHjeOBQPc2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/rInaHpR1mrE/s72-c/P7040151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5544409754265998644</id><published>2008-07-12T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:55:15.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE TO THE KEEPER...</title><content type='html'>The way to keep me at the house and not running off shopping or to the beach daily when I am there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WAVE BLENDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://menapausalmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holy Crappers&lt;/a&gt; has this wave blender thing her daughters friend bought. You know I would choose the Margarita!!! I am going to get myself one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5544409754265998644?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5544409754265998644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5544409754265998644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5544409754265998644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5544409754265998644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/note-to-keeper.html' title='NOTE TO THE KEEPER...'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4864958372644103630</id><published>2008-07-12T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:40:10.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend without a clue</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend knows I spend countless hours a week on the computer, but he has no idea I have a blog page. As far as he knows I am spending my time talking to the &lt;a href="http://thekeeperofallthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; of her friends. &lt;em&gt;Hehe&lt;/em&gt;. He knows I read and enjoy talking to you all but really, he has no clue. I would like to keep it that way too.&lt;br /&gt;I have explained to him that the some people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be able to view the pictures I use. This is why you don't see pictures of his daughter and I don't reference to her much. He doesn't want her exposed. He has reasons for this and I have to respect his wishes. I felt I should explain that because there are actually the three girls here.&lt;br /&gt;I think he is starting to get jealous of you all. Between you, my homework and the kids I think he is feeling a bit neglected. He is always grabbing at me, wanting to know what time is the Loves nap time. Hell doesn't he understand, her nap time is prime time for me to read and write on this blog. Believe me he is NOT neglected, he just believes &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; spare moment should be spent in uncompromising positions.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if he only knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4864958372644103630?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4864958372644103630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4864958372644103630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4864958372644103630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4864958372644103630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/boyfriend-without-clue.html' title='Boyfriend without a clue'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1538456789658215836</id><published>2008-07-11T10:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:25:37.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>Oh yes my friends, I am excited. Obviously it doesn't take much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on my morning diet coke run and there it was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farm truck on the corner that I so look forward to seeing every year. What about this farm truck makes me almost pee myself you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHdrYXU0wnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8bJehOwlU-o/s1600-h/P7110200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221760359281771122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHdrYXU0wnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8bJehOwlU-o/s320/P7110200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Indiana sweet corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I love this stuff, the taste fresh from the fields can't be beat. I will make meals of this. I will eat as much as possible over the next couple months and then freeze some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I am having lunch, then dinner.....YUMMY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1538456789658215836?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1538456789658215836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1538456789658215836' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1538456789658215836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1538456789658215836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHdrYXU0wnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8bJehOwlU-o/s72-c/P7110200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4005749503893714195</id><published>2008-07-10T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:50:17.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Sista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHYvRZ8mewI/AAAAAAAAADw/ofy9YGp9AQY/s1600-h/P7090198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221412794052016898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHYvRZ8mewI/AAAAAAAAADw/ofy9YGp9AQY/s320/P7090198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you don't mind, this was inspired by Sista #1 over at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Holy Crappers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://menapausalmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://menapausalmama.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The closet door is open and waiting for you Sista #2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4005749503893714195?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4005749503893714195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4005749503893714195' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4005749503893714195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4005749503893714195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/closet-sista.html' title='Closet Sista'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHYvRZ8mewI/AAAAAAAAADw/ofy9YGp9AQY/s72-c/P7090198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6635511553034757506</id><published>2008-07-10T06:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:05:22.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Thingies Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHWAoOu6sEI/AAAAAAAAADY/YMjMQbBgTbg/s1600-h/P7090197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221220771643961410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHWAoOu6sEI/AAAAAAAAADY/YMjMQbBgTbg/s320/P7090197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHV7na2-PII/AAAAAAAAADQ/lSrnULkdYLo/s1600-h/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221215260160965762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHV7na2-PII/AAAAAAAAADQ/lSrnULkdYLo/s320/2346836816_8e2d27fb1c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom brought this over to me awhile back and as I was sitting in the garage smoking I decided to brave any spiders I may find and dig this out to put on Vintage things Thursday hosted by the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Apron Queen&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/2008/03/light-bulb-moment.html"&gt;http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/2008/03/light-bulb-moment.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house reads Official-Fisher-Price-Toy so you know it had to be good. So the outside decor is a little rough but the inside as immaculate as ever. This dollhouse provided me with many hours of entertainment over 30 years ago. Imagine my surprise when I opened it and found there were still even some of the furniture and people in there. I remember running the car, which is not here, in and out of the garage. Making the people go up and down those stairs. They also hid from me in the stair closet. And of course there was always a pool party.&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this the Diva herself is playing with it saying, 'I can't believe I am playing with your toys that are sooo OLD.'&lt;br /&gt;This was later replaced by a dollhouse my dad made for me. It will take a little more cleaning but I plan on doing it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHWAoWTOo3I/AAAAAAAAADg/fmvjNk41a8k/s1600-h/P7090198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221220773675311986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHWAoWTOo3I/AAAAAAAAADg/fmvjNk41a8k/s320/P7090198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHWAoro2wHI/AAAAAAAAADo/w3Z-N_vtzNE/s1600-h/P7090199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221220779403165810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHWAoro2wHI/AAAAAAAAADo/w3Z-N_vtzNE/s320/P7090199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-6635511553034757506?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6635511553034757506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6635511553034757506' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6635511553034757506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6635511553034757506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/vintage-thingies-thursday.html' title='Vintage Thingies Thursday'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SHWAoOu6sEI/AAAAAAAAADY/YMjMQbBgTbg/s72-c/P7090197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4648439012189836767</id><published>2008-07-07T08:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:03:19.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1930's Marital Scale</title><content type='html'>I found this test at &lt;em&gt;Ask Grandma J's&lt;/em&gt; so I figured I would take it.&lt;br /&gt;Just as expected, I am a FAILURE as a 1930's wife. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Like I have said I am not marriage material, I am content 'living in sin'. I am all about keeping it simple. Maybe my score is a reflection on my first marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what score I would get if this was a test for the present, probably about the same...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="300px" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px #000000 solid; color: #000000;background-color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/wife.jpg" width="72"height="72"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;23&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a 1930s wife, I am&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Very Poor (Failure)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/"&gt;Take the test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4648439012189836767?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4648439012189836767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4648439012189836767' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4648439012189836767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4648439012189836767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/1930s-marital-scale.html' title='1930&apos;s Marital Scale'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1917383048403136766</id><published>2008-07-06T08:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T09:51:30.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/search/label/bucket%20list"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2587741621_69ac6950da_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Apron Queen &lt;/a&gt;is hosting a blog carnival called The Bucket List, which was inspired by the movie with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. She is also hosting a vintage Apron giveaway!  If you'd like to participate, go on over to &lt;a href="http://anapronaday.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-bucket-list.html"&gt;Confessions of an Apron Queen&lt;/a&gt; for instructions.&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I will have to do quickly otherwise you would read for days.&lt;br /&gt;So, here are a few things for my list......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. See my children grow up and become parents themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would like to be able to plant a garden and eat the fruits of my labor. (a green thumb, I am NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a big, gourmet kitchen - even though I don't really cook much, I still want one. Maybe for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Quit smoking!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit Italy or Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Read the Bible (all of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Live somewhere without snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have the ability to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; my time to aid others in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1917383048403136766?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1917383048403136766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1917383048403136766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1917383048403136766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1917383048403136766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-845252515281538856</id><published>2008-07-03T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:23:04.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No F@#king Clue</title><content type='html'>Before reading this please understand, I have no intention of offending anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being somewhat Irish decedent believes, a pot of gold at the end of it...or just a beautiful thing to look at after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I was visiting the Keeper. We were on our way home from the beach and lo and behold there was a hunk of a man in the black truck next to us. ... I was all thinkin', how am I lookin'? I am telling the keeper, ' move up, keep up with him.'&lt;br /&gt;This man was wearing a white fitting t-shirt, muscular, dark hair, oh yeah, he was EYE CANDY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are keeping a pretty even pace but the Keeper is just following my direction. I am all thinkin'...MMmmm. We hit a stop light after quite a while, and the Keeper looks over and what does she see but a little wind twisty rainbow thingy hanging in his vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;Me, being all Midwest, has no FUCKING clue what this means as the Keeper is busting up laughing. I am still telling her to keep up with this man...she is still bawhaaaaaing... finally, after about two minutes of this laughing so hard she is ready to pee her pants , she stops to explain to me what this means.&lt;br /&gt;I had no freaking clue, I am now informed. Who made this the symbol, I have to wonder?  I must know what the rainbow means to others, someone must tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-845252515281538856?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/845252515281538856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=845252515281538856' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/845252515281538856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/845252515281538856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-fking-clue.html' title='No F@#king Clue'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-9038857846308547075</id><published>2008-07-02T21:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:27:16.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road rage</title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated with people who should not be driving.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I so wish I had a scrolling board on my windshield so these idiots know what I am saying instead of me looking the idiot yelling at them.&lt;br /&gt;However, today I pulled up to a light behind another car with a young man driving. We were in the left turn lane with a green light. I sat and waited for the oncoming cars to pass I was thinking yeah, we are clear, let's go  -  the little @#*&amp;amp; is on his phone so I honk, and he is still sitting there on his phone. He finally hangs up when the light turns red. At this point I am having a fit. This shit proceeds to flip me the bird out his window. I am thinking oh no, you didn't. At this point I am wanting to get out and knock him upside the head and bust his phone into pieces but I reason going to jail will benefit neither me nor the children waiting for me at home so my only other option was to roll down my window, stick my head out and yell, "Get off the fucking phone and drive you stupid fuck!!!" &lt;br /&gt;The guy behind me got a laugh out of it and I felt better. I am sure he probably made another call about the bitchy, crazy women following him. I finally turned off because my diet coke was more important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-9038857846308547075?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/9038857846308547075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=9038857846308547075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/9038857846308547075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/9038857846308547075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/07/road-rage.html' title='Road rage'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-6393989347160588671</id><published>2008-06-26T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:07:42.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bettin' type of gal</title><content type='html'>My Love is back to herself, she was barking orders to her diva sister so I called her in to explain to her that was not right.&lt;br /&gt;As I was holding her her father said to her, 'you are not the boss.'&lt;br /&gt;My Love's reply - yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;Her father - you want to bet?&lt;br /&gt;My Love - YES&lt;br /&gt;Her father - How much do you want to bet?&lt;br /&gt;My Love - a quarter&lt;br /&gt;We looked in amazement, I had no clue she would give an appropriate. We couldn't help but to laugh. I have to say I think she won this round because it went no further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-6393989347160588671?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6393989347160588671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=6393989347160588671' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6393989347160588671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/6393989347160588671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/bettin-type-of-gal.html' title='Bettin&apos; type of gal'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5456474493088762855</id><published>2008-06-26T12:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:54:43.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love got hurt :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGPG6hbGy9I/AAAAAAAAACU/x-cLqtxnIo4/s1600-h/P6260110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216231502131940306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGPG6hbGy9I/AAAAAAAAACU/x-cLqtxnIo4/s320/P6260110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a story I was outside taking a couple pictures for but the story changed. Damn it when things like this happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Love was outside with me running around and having a great time, I was taking my pictures and all was good. My Love was running her usual - around the hot tub, along the walk, up to the first set of decking, back around the hot tub.... anyway along the way there was a mis-step, she fell and smacked her head on the edge of the deck. Instant whals, I take off running down the steps to pick her up. I am checking her out where I thought she hit her head, not a mark!! I am thinking to myself we got lucky. YEAH!! She is still whaling in my ear and as I am trying to console her she turns her head. OH &lt;a href="mailto:F@#K"&gt;F@#K&lt;/a&gt;!! Blood everywhere.. Run inside, by this time our shirts are covered. I try to wash it off a bit, it's small but deep..Off to the hospital we go. We were there two hours and left with two stitches. My poor baby was not liking this process and let everyone around the ER know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are home and all is going to be fine. Heck she lucked out, I cannot wash her hair for 2 days which is something she hates probably about as much as the stitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5456474493088762855?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5456474493088762855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5456474493088762855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5456474493088762855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5456474493088762855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-love-got-hurt.html' title='My Love got hurt :('/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGPG6hbGy9I/AAAAAAAAACU/x-cLqtxnIo4/s72-c/P6260110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4343226825878513730</id><published>2008-06-24T17:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:20:47.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGFkdF9K-lI/AAAAAAAAABg/QadKDyP3RHo/s1600-h/P5290160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215560294449478226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGFkdF9K-lI/AAAAAAAAABg/QadKDyP3RHo/s320/P5290160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; clean sheets. So does my kitty-cat&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/8733561320194984464-4343226825878513730?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4343226825878513730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4343226825878513730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4343226825878513730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4343226825878513730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-i-love-tuesday.html' title='Things I Love Tuesday'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGFkdF9K-lI/AAAAAAAAABg/QadKDyP3RHo/s72-c/P5290160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-1648178775249163264</id><published>2008-06-24T13:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:06:24.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things said daily</title><content type='html'>Ten things I say on a daily basis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Love You &lt;/strong&gt; to the chitlens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Really? Are you kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Butt up (to my 2-year old when changing diapers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Molly, &lt;em&gt;shut-up &lt;/em&gt;(my dog loves to bark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hello - telephone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mommy &lt;strong&gt;needs&lt;/strong&gt; to go get a pop  (to satify my diet coke addiction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mommy's gonna smoke this cigarette then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's for dinner? (My man usually makes dinner otherwise it's take-out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am reading (this is in response to my 2-year old asking me what I am doing on the computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;I'm tired&lt;/strong&gt; (is it nap time?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-1648178775249163264?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1648178775249163264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=1648178775249163264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1648178775249163264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/1648178775249163264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-things-said-daily.html' title='10 things said daily'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3240492415882279101</id><published>2008-06-24T10:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:04:28.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something learned..</title><content type='html'>I learned something yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my anatomy class yesterday we dissected a pig.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was all upset for the poor little piggy so I couldn't bring myself to cut into him. Thank God I had a partner that was so enjoying this task. As soon a she made the incision there was such an awful stench, I can't even describe it. My mouth and nose became buried in the fold of my elbow, this is where it remained the rest of the class. My partner was thinking this was fun!! Are you crazy, the smell is about to make me hurl. I made it through locating everything that needed to be located thanks to my partner. Hopefully I never have to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch CSI thinking, that would be a cool job but after yesterday there is NO WAY in hell I would ever be a forensic scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My instructor told me I could take a picture of this but being the nice person I am I spared ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3240492415882279101?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3240492415882279101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3240492415882279101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3240492415882279101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3240492415882279101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-learned.html' title='Something learned..'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3022710554435547443</id><published>2008-06-22T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:47:32.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Indy 500</title><content type='html'>My mother dug this picture out and showed it to my daughter and the Keepers oldest daughter, Cheer Girl. This picture is of the Keeper, myself , our ex's and my sister. They came home laughing and making fun of the four of us. I have no clue why, LOL, but let's take a stab at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway during time trials. My guess is about 1990. We were in the infield with the goal of: DRINKING BEER!! (This is before I discovered I like shots A LOT better.) I blocked out part of the faces cuz I don't want a phone call from the Keeper's ex or my ex's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SF8KufRYWJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t4cIFHzVe2g/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214898687302981778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SF8KufRYWJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t4cIFHzVe2g/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now could it be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's start with the Keeper's ex just because he is the first (on the left)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.The business in the front party in the back hair do. For a minute I thought, Billy Ray then I realized no,  it is the Red Racer (that's another story). LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. How about the Fonzie " thumbs up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am sure the neon green shorts with hot pink waist were 'in style'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On to the Keeper (Please forgive me because you ARE 'the wind beneath my wings')&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The pretty pink shades. Come on we all had a pair - just maybe not pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The fanny pack - weren't they  hip then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The 'big hair' - you had to hold the hat on. At least you did yours tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Am I wearing a f 'ing MU MU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Why was I so covered up? Apparently it was nice enough to have on as little as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You can fill in more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Look at the smile on his face and he's not looking at the camera (which you cannot tell). I 'm thinking he seen some tits because I forgot to mention earlier, that is another reason the men go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that was fun. LMAO&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3022710554435547443?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3022710554435547443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3022710554435547443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3022710554435547443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3022710554435547443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-indy-500.html' title='Trip to Indy 500'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SF8KufRYWJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t4cIFHzVe2g/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-3150321387663734998</id><published>2008-06-20T22:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:48:22.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment at Meijer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day I decided to go to Meijer to kill some time and do some shopping while my daughter was at practice. I realized their prices were not dropped as low as they state so therefore I started getting excited thinking I was going to see see Big Foot, the knights having a sword fight, or the Loc Nes Monster looking thing. I kept looking up and over to the next isle trying to see if I was just missing the monster thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have seen the commercial for Meijer or not but it says I have a better chance at seeing one of these things than seeing a high price on groceries.&lt;br /&gt;After an hour in the store I came to the conclusion they were lying to me about both.&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving the store I was very &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;. It would have all been worth the higher prices I paid had I seen one of the other things they said I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-3150321387663734998?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3150321387663734998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=3150321387663734998' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3150321387663734998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/3150321387663734998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/disappointment-at-meijer.html' title='Disappointment at Meijer'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-5594702213991052921</id><published>2008-06-14T11:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:19:59.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black lips?</title><content type='html'>I ran across this picture while looking for another one. The girl on the far left(let's call her Cooper) and I in the middle were headed to the beach that morning. The Keeper wasn't going, come to think of it, she seems to enjoy the beach a lot more when I am not in town. Anyway, what caught my eye was how dark Cooper's lip liner is. She is honestly the only one I know that would get all ready to go to the beach. We still love her anyway. Notice the Keeper and I are sporting sunglasses cuz I know I am a strong believer in the no make-up thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFPsp5Thj7I/AAAAAAAAABI/NBKCLz1K0yo/s1600-h/julie_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFPsp5Thj7I/AAAAAAAAABI/NBKCLz1K0yo/s320/julie_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211769398299299762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure look HAPPY. At least I wasn't talking while trying to smile like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lip liner reminds me of another episode we had. We were at the bar and she wanted to go get another friend of ours.(He happened to be a guy, otherwise he would have had the same response I did.)I decided to stay at the bar and wait for her to get back because I didn't want to waste precious drinking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came bouncing back in the bar all smiles as usual. I am sure I had a what the hell look on my face. As she got over to me &lt;br /&gt;I said - What the freg are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Cooper - What?&lt;br /&gt;Me - I DON'T like that lip color.&lt;br /&gt;Cooper - Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me - It looks awful.&lt;br /&gt;Cooper - You could have told me that earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Me - NO, that's not what you had on earlier, that's bad. Black?&lt;br /&gt;She at this point is digging for a mirror. Looking into the mirror she starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Cooper - Well, that's my eyeliner. &lt;br /&gt;She had fished in her purse in the dark and thought she had the lip not the eye liner. We laughed about this for quite some time before she went to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-5594702213991052921?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5594702213991052921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=5594702213991052921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5594702213991052921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/5594702213991052921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-lips.html' title='Black lips?'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFPsp5Thj7I/AAAAAAAAABI/NBKCLz1K0yo/s72-c/julie_0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4638442762972295527</id><published>2008-06-13T12:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:20:50.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back</title><content type='html'>As I was thinking to myself about things I need to do after I got home from getting my diet coke...&lt;br /&gt;* Dishes (load the dishwasher)&lt;br /&gt;* Laundry&lt;br /&gt;* pick up the never ending trail of stuff MY LOVE has gotten out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got side tracked by the good ole days - please don't get me wrong I wouldn't change what I have now - but damn things were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Keeper and I both left our respective husbands about the same time.(If one leads, the other should follow..right?)Anyway, we both worked together at a bar and decided to move in together. I moved into her house and ironically our soon-to-be ex's moved into my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to what I was thinking about. It was so easy then, first we were making buckets of money (at least it seemed that way) and we still had our youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a problem of conquering the thing called laundry so our solution was going shopping about every other day and just buying new clothes. I think we were both just too scared of the basement. Whatever excuse worked at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem was doing the dishes. We actually sat and pondered on what to do with them. I don't know to this day if she bought new silverware or actually washed it. My question is, "how in the hell did we even have dirty dishes?" I can never once remember going to the grocery store. We always ate out or at work. I think mostly we survived on a liquid diet, no I am sure of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFKyS1ukOwI/AAAAAAAAABA/2h6omRmiuq4/s1600-h/julie+%26+me_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFKyS1ukOwI/AAAAAAAAABA/2h6omRmiuq4/s320/julie+%26+me_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211423755550866178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHhhh, those were the days...and look at the youthfulness (damn, we look GOOD..lol)!!&lt;br /&gt;  And look at the WHITE shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4638442762972295527?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4638442762972295527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4638442762972295527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4638442762972295527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4638442762972295527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-back.html' title='A look back'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFKyS1ukOwI/AAAAAAAAABA/2h6omRmiuq4/s72-c/julie+%26+me_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-7934806018285592878</id><published>2008-06-12T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:29:24.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Trojans!!</title><content type='html'>My diva daughter had cheer practice this evening as I was waiting in the car I couldn't help but to take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHayV53CkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xvN01ARXagc/s1600-h/P6120056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHayV53CkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xvN01ARXagc/s320/P6120056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211186802252515906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she cheers for. &lt;strong&gt;Go Trojans, Go!!&lt;/strong&gt; Are you finding the same humor in this as we did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-7934806018285592878?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7934806018285592878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=7934806018285592878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7934806018285592878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/7934806018285592878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-trojans.html' title='Go Trojans!!'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHayV53CkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xvN01ARXagc/s72-c/P6120056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733561320194984464.post-4045603884693791832</id><published>2008-06-12T08:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:01:22.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll get my own</title><content type='html'>My Love informed me she was thirsty. I guess after the&lt;br /&gt;*small bowl of cereal&lt;br /&gt;*bagel w/ blueberry cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;*gummies and&lt;br /&gt;*banana&lt;br /&gt;she would be. Well apparently I had no clue how thirsty she was because as I was doing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHQ1Uvh4TI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PFi_Dw8Kb5Q/s1600-h/P6120039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211175858364080434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHQ1Uvh4TI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PFi_Dw8Kb5Q/s320/P6120039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice the diet coke cups are there.&lt;br /&gt;she was in the fridge getting out what she wanted to drink and couldn't wait for me to get her a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHQ184fuFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sQHXftpi1yI/s1600-h/P6120037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211175869139105874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHQ184fuFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sQHXftpi1yI/s320/P6120037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking she has watched her dad one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later I asked her where the kool-aid was, she had no clue. The mission to find the jug. Looked all around the kitchen..not here, her room..not there, her sisters room..not there, bathroom, nope. I decide to look in the cupboard because(this is where we usually find things that are MIA, this is her favorite place in the house)Walla, that is where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHQ2EZNonI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lGTHDEXB1X4/s1600-h/P6120042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211175871155380850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHQ2EZNonI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lGTHDEXB1X4/s320/P6120042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733561320194984464-4045603884693791832?l=pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4045603884693791832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733561320194984464&amp;postID=4045603884693791832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4045603884693791832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733561320194984464/posts/default/4045603884693791832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasingprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-get-my-own.html' title='I&apos;ll get my own'/><author><name>Pleasing Procrasinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660336513081435336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SGF0M_IOY9I/AAAAAAAAACE/jFB9MnsAGsQ/S220/julie_0012+-+Copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mQgxZMuiKyI/SFHQ1Uvh4TI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PFi_Dw8Kb5Q/s72-c/P6120039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
