<?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-9170636</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:06:37.061-06:00</updated><category term='husband'/><category term='obedience'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='wife'/><category term='trust'/><category term='pray'/><category term='beenie weenies and puppies'/><category term='love'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='Vegas'/><title type='text'>*MYTHOTS EXACTLY*</title><subtitle type='html'>stuff and more stuff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-6383844483904212621</id><published>2011-10-21T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:55:57.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOvYUXbF5QU/TqGV7gRSlQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fY-O7L0_TC8/s1600/Lionel_Richie_Hello_Lost_Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665974655716070658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOvYUXbF5QU/TqGV7gRSlQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fY-O7L0_TC8/s320/Lionel_Richie_Hello_Lost_Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...I had no idea it had been so long since I had blogged. I miss all of you and hopefully some of my old hangouts are still around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-6383844483904212621?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6383844483904212621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=6383844483904212621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6383844483904212621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6383844483904212621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOvYUXbF5QU/TqGV7gRSlQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fY-O7L0_TC8/s72-c/Lionel_Richie_Hello_Lost_Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-9113086026834262144</id><published>2008-07-16T14:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:52:23.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The better wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SH5JFrCuAQI/AAAAAAAAABY/n0BvdOjV0x0/s1600-h/smooch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692979598655746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SH5JFrCuAQI/AAAAAAAAABY/n0BvdOjV0x0/s320/smooch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my husband.  I never thought I could romantically love someone this much.  With that being said, I can be very tough to get along with.  I have trust issues and worry about way too much all the time.  My new life goal, effective immediately, is to be a better wife.  A more submissive, helpful, encouraging, and loving wife.  My game plan is the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more understanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray at least 3 times a day for wisdom and ask God for his help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outwardly appreciate my husband more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more obedient and yielding to him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be positive in all situations (even the not-so-pleasant ones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trust my husband &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen more-TALK LESS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats my list.  I'll keep you posted on my progress. I know it will be hard to change my hard ways, but I want to be the best wife I can be.  With God's help, I know I can be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have any additional advice, let me know! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-9113086026834262144?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9113086026834262144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=9113086026834262144&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/9113086026834262144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/9113086026834262144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/07/better-wife.html' title='The better wife'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SH5JFrCuAQI/AAAAAAAAABY/n0BvdOjV0x0/s72-c/smooch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-3990806415849755310</id><published>2008-06-06T11:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:34:19.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun/Cozumel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SEll6jzsNtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VTHsPQBFSAg/s1600-h/scuba3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208806500749555410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SEll6jzsNtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VTHsPQBFSAg/s320/scuba3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;We just got back from our wedding/honeymoon/vacation in Cancun. It was beautiful!!  The above is a picture of me diving in Cozumel at Paradise Reef. We did 6 dives and this was by far the best one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was beautiful. We married on the gazebo that went over the beach and overlooked the ocean.  Everyone that was in the pool got out and watched the ceremony. Some were even taking pictures!  I guess I should have gotten emails, so I could have seen thier pics too. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and I really enjoyed it.  The food was the only thing that left something to be desired. Our hotel was all inclusive with 5 different restaurants and strangly enough, they all tasted the same. Bland.   We ate an authentic burrito in downtown Cozumel and it was NOT good.  ACK! I immediately ate some Taco Bell when I got back. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was a great time and we will definately go back some day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-3990806415849755310?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3990806415849755310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=3990806415849755310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3990806415849755310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3990806415849755310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/06/cancuncozumel.html' title='Cancun/Cozumel'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SEll6jzsNtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VTHsPQBFSAg/s72-c/scuba3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-795301303204037914</id><published>2008-05-12T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:15:44.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Married!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SCizWuvymNI/AAAAAAAAABI/GUO7a1D7_fc/s1600-h/chris+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199602972886210770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SCizWuvymNI/AAAAAAAAABI/GUO7a1D7_fc/s320/chris+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 9th we took our vows before God and the state of Missouri. The weather was beautiful. The judge was very funny and upbeat. I was worried he would be cold and uncaring, but he made it a really nice ceremony. We leave for Cancun on May 27th for our wedding down there where I'll wear my dress and stuff. I cant hardly wait!! &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/9170636-795301303204037914?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/795301303204037914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=795301303204037914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/795301303204037914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/795301303204037914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-married.html' title='I&apos;m Married!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/SCizWuvymNI/AAAAAAAAABI/GUO7a1D7_fc/s72-c/chris+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-3405145480258507004</id><published>2008-05-01T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:37:36.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>The weather is gorgeous here today. It was nice yesterday so I ran/walked 4 miles.  It was amazing how dead I felt on the way back.  Must have been that panini thing I ate for lunch.  My legs felt like they had lead weights in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is painted, and I'm trying to find curtains to match. I had no idea how hard it would be to match olive green.  Word of advice: buy curtains first THEN the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting married next Friday!! Then I'm getting married again May 31st. Talk about crazy. The 'legal' ceremony will be next Friday then we will have a religious ceremony on the 31st in Cancun.  I cant hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandbaby is due May 20th, and I couldnt be more excited!  Which reminds me, I need to get that crib put together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin else going on right now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-3405145480258507004?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3405145480258507004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=3405145480258507004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3405145480258507004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3405145480258507004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-3068844724241116069</id><published>2008-04-22T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:30:07.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Revelation</title><content type='html'>I watch Joyce Meyer every day. I just love her. Todays message REALLY hit home for me. She made the comment &lt;strong&gt;"I dont think we can really be happy with something until we can live without it".&lt;/strong&gt; Such as 'I'm never gonna be happy unless I get a bigger home' or 'I'm never gonna be happy if I cant have more children'. I have struggled with things like that and finally realized that I dont &lt;em&gt;NEED&lt;/em&gt; to have more children to be happy or have a better home, or even get married. What a revelation for me! If you get 20 min...go watch this broadcast. It really was a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joycemeyer.org/OurMinistries/Broadcast/TV/Archive/20080422.htm" target="_top"&gt;http://www.joycemeyer.org/OurMinistries/Broadcast/TV/Archive/20080422.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 3: 5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-3068844724241116069?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3068844724241116069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=3068844724241116069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3068844724241116069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3068844724241116069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/personal-revelation.html' title='Personal Revelation'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-3673727229264683378</id><published>2008-04-10T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:57:35.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu bug!</title><content type='html'>I got sick at work Tuesday afternoon and went home early.  I never dreamed I would get SO sick!  I had a cramping in my upper stomach with nausea, all day and all that night. I remember being excited when I had fallen asleep for a whole 20 minutes! UGH!!  The next day I was almost sure something was Very wrong.  I started to look at the symptom checker online and thought I might have an appendicitis!!  I was reading the symptoms...Stomach cramping (got that), nausea (check), loss of appetite (yep, the mere thought of food was nauseating), back pain (yep)...OMGosh! I really might need to go to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I figured I'd force some food down myself and about a half an hour later the all popular diahrea came full force. Oh yay.....  But then I miracurously fell asleep for a whole 2 hrs!!  I started to feel better little by little after that.  I figure I must have had a bad flu bug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to get hungry again. HOORAY!  I hope NONE of you have to deal with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-3673727229264683378?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3673727229264683378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=3673727229264683378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3673727229264683378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3673727229264683378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/flu-bug.html' title='Flu bug!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-6748462108280150268</id><published>2008-04-04T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:46:21.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardees hidiousness</title><content type='html'>I banned Hardees a couple years back because it claimed to be 'fast food', yet everytime I went to get a decaf, I had to wait 20 min.  So this morning I decided to give it another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got behind this real old blazer that had 3 gentlemen in it.  They took a really long time ordering, and when they came up to the window, he paid for the first bag and started eating.  The Hardees employee was holding the second bag, but he wouldnt take it!  She sat there forever and finally closed the window and went to do something else. A few minutes later he finally took the next 2 bags and then sat there awhile longer eating.  After about 5 minutes, he started his blazer up and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the window, the gal said "I am soooo sorry! I guess that guy was determined to eat his breakfast before he drove off"   Have you ever heard of such a thing.? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to decide if he was:    A) just really hungry, or B) the other guys bet him he wouldnt eat all his food before driving off, or C) he was just rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what can you do.   I just laughed and headed to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-6748462108280150268?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6748462108280150268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=6748462108280150268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6748462108280150268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6748462108280150268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/hardees-hidiousness.html' title='Hardees hidiousness'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-2755320435533302397</id><published>2008-04-03T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:43:13.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading 'The Alchemist' and cant say enough good things about it.  I couldnt put it down and it was a really fast read.  It was very inspirational and made me think that I should pursue my personal vision. Now I just need to decide which vision I should go for...  I had one when I was young to be a Charlies' Angel.  Then I wanted to be a teacher.  I've aspired to own my own bridal shop and flower shop, and to work at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see,  I guess I could teach brides how to make thier own floral arrangements at home, while getting instructions from Bosley on my next spy mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm set. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-2755320435533302397?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2755320435533302397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=2755320435533302397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/2755320435533302397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/2755320435533302397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-5208331568265838694</id><published>2008-04-01T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:21:16.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're it! If you're here you need to fill this out.</title><content type='html'>1.) Name one book that you've read lately that would surprise your friends: "William Shakespere: complete works" (still reading it,  in fact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Name one movie you've watched recently that would surprise your friends: "Enchanted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Name one place you've been that none of your friends have visited: Hamburg, IA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Name one CD/music album that your friends would be surprised you own: Italian music cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Name a piece of technology or any sort of tool you own that you think no one else on your friends list has: a pink xbox controller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-5208331568265838694?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5208331568265838694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=5208331568265838694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5208331568265838694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5208331568265838694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-it-if-youre-here-you-need-to-fill.html' title='You&apos;re it! If you&apos;re here you need to fill this out.'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-5983836435854818290</id><published>2008-04-01T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:43:55.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying without ceasing</title><content type='html'>I read Joyce Meyer's "Starting your day right/Ending your day right" devotional book every morning and evening. This mornings devotion was about praying constantly. What a great reminder!!  Praying throughout my day gives me a wonderful feeling.  Keeping myself surrounded by Gods grace is like having a security blanket. And when things dont go as I think they should, I always have that blanket of security to keep me safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pray throughout your day and see how much better you feel.  Have a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return keepMe('http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Psa&amp;amp;chapter=55&amp;amp;verse=17', 17);" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Psa&amp;amp;chapter=55&amp;amp;version=NIV#"&gt;Psa 55:17&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-5983836435854818290?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5983836435854818290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=5983836435854818290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5983836435854818290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5983836435854818290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/04/praying-without-ceasing.html' title='Praying without ceasing'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-4266174990122193740</id><published>2008-03-31T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:43:52.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy and Sell</title><content type='html'>Chris and I looked at a beautiful new home yesterday afternoon. I'm starting to get excited to move.  I have picked out a new paint color for the kitchen.  I think it will look beautiful. Its a light sagey green and a darker shade below.  I'm doing a wine look with grapes and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started assembling my dollhouse.  WOW!  I had no idea how much time it would take. There are literally 1,568,997,456 pieces!  We got the frame together and one wall. ugh...I think we will be done in about a year. YAY! Then I can start decorating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a new bible. The Archeological Study Bible. It is absolutely beautiful and the history within it is great!  I cant hardly put it down.  I've learned more in the last few days than I have the last 30 years. Very interesting, I would highly recommend it.  Its in NIV translation which I love, because now I can cross reference it to my NASB Ryrie Study Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a race April 19th, so I'm trying to get in shape for that. Its not been pretty...to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all the random stuff I can think of going on right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-4266174990122193740?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4266174990122193740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=4266174990122193740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/4266174990122193740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/4266174990122193740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/buy-and-sell.html' title='Buy and Sell'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-6961629845032004835</id><published>2008-03-28T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:56:01.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kristen wuzz herrrr, bitchezzzzz!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-6961629845032004835?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6961629845032004835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=6961629845032004835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6961629845032004835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6961629845032004835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/kristen-wuzz-herrrr-bitchezzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-5543100361133566767</id><published>2008-02-15T08:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:38:04.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Valentines!</title><content type='html'>Happy late Valentines everyone!   My fiance got me a dollhouse!  I was sooo excited.  You may be wondering why, but when I was a girl I had one and I LOVED it! I cant wait to decorate it and buy all the miniature furniture and stuff!!!!  Anyway, he remember that I said that and got me the biggest one they had!  Man, I sure got a good man this time!! I'm so lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had as great a valentines as I did. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-5543100361133566767?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5543100361133566767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=5543100361133566767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5543100361133566767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5543100361133566767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-valentines.html' title='Post Valentines!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-2053982898205207924</id><published>2008-01-18T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:03:23.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems either my body isnt equipped for long runs anymore, or my timing is VERY off.  My foot hurt for a good 4 weeks straight, and then my back hurt so bad I couldnt move my neck.  I'm not sure, but maybe my body is telling me something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,  I've decided to dull it down a bit and have no actual running goals for a few months and just run for the joy of it.  Lets see how that goes.  Maybe I should concentrate on getting speedier, instead of running longer.  I dunno.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-2053982898205207924?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2053982898205207924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=2053982898205207924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/2053982898205207924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/2053982898205207924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-6120898428904178249</id><published>2007-12-04T13:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:42:31.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible tuesday...</title><content type='html'>Well that didnt last long.  I ran last night and a little over a mile and a half my foot started huring again.  GRRRRRRRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on another note, we have our tree up and lights on the house. I'll take a picture later.  Plus, I got this ridiculously awesome christmas tablecloth.  I completely adore it.  I've only bought one gift, but me and the future hubby will be christmas shopping in Branson this weekend.  Hopefully, I can find some stuff there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-6120898428904178249?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6120898428904178249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=6120898428904178249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6120898428904178249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6120898428904178249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/terrible-tuesday.html' title='terrible tuesday...'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-1292457700262346619</id><published>2007-12-03T10:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:38:31.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running again!!  HOORAY!</title><content type='html'>Well after an excrutiating week of doing nothing but the stationary bike and weights, I finally ran Sunday afternoon. I did 3.11 miles on the track and my foot felt pretty good afterwards. I got a massive calf cramp stretching in bed Sat. night and it is still sore. Those dang charley horse's will kill ya!!! Strangely enough, it wasnt the main calf muscle, but the long one on the side. I've never had it cramp up before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a side note... I found out that I'm awesome at the game 'Scene It'. My age actually helped me, since I won the game by knowing the movie African Queen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-1292457700262346619?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1292457700262346619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=1292457700262346619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/1292457700262346619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/1292457700262346619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/running-again-hooray.html' title='Running again!!  HOORAY!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-7316803321873387436</id><published>2007-11-27T08:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:37:15.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Foot!</title><content type='html'>Well my foot still hurts. I'm completely ticked. My training is on hold and I couldnt be more angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-7316803321873387436?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7316803321873387436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=7316803321873387436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7316803321873387436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7316803321873387436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-foot.html' title='Stupid Foot!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-6324082902368357582</id><published>2007-11-26T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:48:28.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, I ran 14 miles on Saturday morning, 3 in the snow.  My pace is staying right where I want it to finish my marathon under 5 hrs.  However, my left foot hurt afterwards and all day Sunday.  So I iced it and stretched it hoping for a very FAST recovery.  My shin just above my foot also swelled up. I dunno....lets just hope it was from a very thin running week during Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping around here is getting hectic.  I wish Christmas was like it used to be in the old days, and not just about the rude shopping people that seem to be in a constant hurry.  With that being said, I haven't bought one Christmas gift.   Maybe I'll get in the spirit in the next couple weeks.  I keep listening to Christmas music, but I just hate shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-6324082902368357582?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6324082902368357582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=6324082902368357582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6324082902368357582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/6324082902368357582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-weekend.html' title='last weekend'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-7372140900537148837</id><published>2007-11-20T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:29:52.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>She's Shark for Brains&lt;a href="http://notthequeen.blogspot.com/2007/11/tag-im-it.html"&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; but she can still give orders....I've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules. (1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. (2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. (4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love milk more than any other beverage. &lt;br /&gt;2) When I run, I love the smell of fabric softner from someone running thier dryer. It actually relaxes me.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have terrible road rage.&lt;br /&gt;4) I love children.&lt;br /&gt;5) My son makes me laugh or smile every single day.&lt;br /&gt;6) I love books.  If my house were bigger, I would have an actual library.&lt;br /&gt;7) I am deathly afraid of spiders and praying mantises.&lt;br /&gt;8) I love shoes, especially heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definately dont know 8 people that come to visit my blog, so if you came here...YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-7372140900537148837?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7372140900537148837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=7372140900537148837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7372140900537148837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7372140900537148837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-5560498059395515322</id><published>2007-10-17T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:27:49.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday workout</title><content type='html'>I was still a little sore from Sundays 10 miles, but I managed to go down to the track and do a new workout. I've read about the Yasso 800's, but have never actually tried it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-244-255-624-0,00.html" target="new"&gt;Yasso 800s&lt;/a&gt;This deceptively simple workout has been used effectively by thousands of runners over the last decade. The goal, after several months of working up to it, is to run 10 x 800 meters in the same minutes:seconds as your goal time (in hours:minutes). If you want to run a 3:40 marathon, for example, you run your Yasso 800s in 3 minutes, 40 seconds. This workout isn't based on physiology; it's just a very tough effort that's got a mathematical appeal to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did it based on the goal of a 4:30 marathon finish.  (which is being VERY optimistic)  Anyway, here's how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Yasso:  4:31&lt;br /&gt;  one jog lap&lt;br /&gt;2nd Yasso: 4:36&lt;br /&gt;  one jog lap&lt;br /&gt;3rd Yasso: 4:27&lt;br /&gt;  one jog lap&lt;br /&gt;4th Yasso: 4:22&lt;br /&gt;  one jog lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much spent after that, so I just did a really slow mile after all that.  I think I'll just do some cross training tonight and ride the stationary bike.  Give my legs a break!  let me know if you've tried these Yassos, and if they were anything close to your actual marathon time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-5560498059395515322?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5560498059395515322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=5560498059395515322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5560498059395515322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5560498059395515322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuesday-workout.html' title='Tuesday workout'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-5112486671314765635</id><published>2007-10-15T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:30:09.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 miles</title><content type='html'>Well another weekend is down the tubes.  On a bright note, my fiance' suprised me with a hotel stay at Stoney Creek Saturday night.  Our room had a jacuzzi and fireplace. It was VERY romantic!!  We had a great time and it just made me even more excited to marry him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually run my long runs on Saturday, but it stormed all morning.  Sooo..I ran 10 miles yesterday.  I saw several condoms, a dead racoon, a dead opposum, and one movie box entitled "Nasty as I wanna be".  (You'd think I was running on the Vegas strip!)  I soaked my legs in a ice bath after, but am pretty sore today.  I'm sure my lack of running while I was sick made it a little more challenging on me.  I am officially signed up for the Little Rock Marathon, so i better get ready!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-5112486671314765635?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5112486671314765635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=5112486671314765635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5112486671314765635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5112486671314765635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-miles.html' title='10 miles'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-8668731687793725551</id><published>2007-10-12T11:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:28:13.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of...</title><content type='html'>SONIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know its terrible for you, but who cares.  Its FRIDAY!!  And I can swallow again!!   Which I'm sure my fiance' is especially glad about ;)  hee hee   So bring on those tots n cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/Rw-f4qIzTBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OGjhAlvaiDY/s1600-h/Tots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120487097076239378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/Rw-f4qIzTBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OGjhAlvaiDY/s320/Tots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially registered for the Little Rock Marathon, so we'll just call this my pre-training celebration lunch.  Have a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-8668731687793725551?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8668731687793725551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=8668731687793725551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/8668731687793725551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/8668731687793725551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-love-of.html' title='For the love of...'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/Rw-f4qIzTBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OGjhAlvaiDY/s72-c/Tots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-4478834938264925795</id><published>2007-10-10T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:53:34.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WEEK</title><content type='html'>Well here is my news for the last week or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my scuba diving certification last weekend. It was a blast and I cant wait till I go dive in Cancun and whereever else we end up going.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After the scuba diving weekend, I started having trouble swallowing.  I couldnt swallow anything...not even my own spit.  Anyway, the doctor thinks I got a chemical burn on my esophagus from the antibiotics I took before the dive.  I've lost 13 lbs in the last 8 days!  I'm starting to eat soft stuff again, but it is still a little tender.  geesh....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still trying to train for the Little Rock marathon in March. My running has been nill since I have no energy from not eating.  Hopefully, I'll feel better soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the biggest news of all.... I'M GOING TO BE A GRANDMA!!   Its so funny, people tell me now they cant believe I look old enough to even be a mom.  Well, all that sex education I told him obviously didnt do a thing.  I was really hoping he would have a child young like I did, just so it wouldnt be so hard.  But what the heck ever.   I didnt know when I hoped to have another baby, that God would give me a grandbaby!!!  haha  life is sooo weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting married next May, and my fiance and I were hoping to try to have a baby.  It will be weird having a grandbaby thats older than my own child.  But, I'm already marrying someone 14 yrs my younger, so who cares!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-4478834938264925795?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4478834938264925795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=4478834938264925795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/4478834938264925795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/4478834938264925795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-week.html' title='WHAT A WEEK'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-4815326631758562884</id><published>2007-09-20T09:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:40:38.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills...and more hills</title><content type='html'>Last night I climbed hills. Well, actually, the same hill over and over again. I went up as fast as I could and then walked back down. I did it 4 times and the halfway up the 5th time I felt my hamstring get REALLY tight..so I stopped. Its a little sore today, so tonight I will do 4 easy slow miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Men stink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-4815326631758562884?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4815326631758562884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=4815326631758562884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/4815326631758562884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/4815326631758562884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/hillsand-more-hills.html' title='Hills...and more hills'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-1304980949952111748</id><published>2007-09-17T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T13:10:29.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 miles</title><content type='html'>I did 9 miles on Saturday with my new Garmin 201!  It was awesome.  I had a virtual training partner that I set to an 11 min/mile pace and stayed ahead of him the whole time!  I ended up doing 9.01 miles at an average 10.24 pace.  A little faster than I wanted to go, but I felt pretty good afterwards.  I will have to slow it down for my next long run or I wont be able to finish.   The weather was beautiful and cool.  I will have to wear my headband next time, as I got a little bit of an earache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-1304980949952111748?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1304980949952111748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=1304980949952111748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/1304980949952111748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/1304980949952111748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/9-miles.html' title='9 miles'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-7459318206303019828</id><published>2007-09-14T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:22:27.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo run....?</title><content type='html'>Well, last night I attempted a 4 mile tempo run.  Apparently a tempo run is like this.... Run 10 min easy, Run 20 min at 30 sec slower than your 10k race pace, then run 10 min easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I ran the 20 min at my 5K race pace, cause I was literally dying at about 35 min.  I made it back to the house in 40 min, but was spent.  I really wish I'd get my garmin in, so I knew what pace I was actually running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did lift weights afterwords and worked my arms a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:  Dont eat Sonic on the day of a run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-7459318206303019828?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7459318206303019828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=7459318206303019828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7459318206303019828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7459318206303019828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/tempo-run.html' title='Tempo run....?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-7554961791071798914</id><published>2007-09-12T08:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:21:00.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry 4 miles</title><content type='html'>Its amazing how fast 4 miles go by when your angry or upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-7554961791071798914?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7554961791071798914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=7554961791071798914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7554961791071798914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7554961791071798914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/angry-4-miles.html' title='Angry 4 miles'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-8104154211482927984</id><published>2007-09-10T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:02:37.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays semi long run</title><content type='html'>Well Saturday I did 8 miles!  The weather was gorgeous.  I wanted to keep an 11 min/mile pace and did it!!   I reached 4 miles at exactly 44 min.  I finished in an hour 29 min. So I lost one minute on the way back, but still a pretty good time.  I am gonna try 9 to 10 miles next Saturday. Hopefully it will feel as good as this last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-8104154211482927984?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8104154211482927984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=8104154211482927984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/8104154211482927984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/8104154211482927984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturdays-semi-long-run.html' title='Saturdays semi long run'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-5567764471001480575</id><published>2007-09-07T08:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:24:35.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Rock marathon</title><content type='html'>Most of you know I've run one marathon.  Well two years later, I have the bug again.  I am going to do the Little Rock marathon.  At least I'm pretty sure I am going to.   I have only one real reason for doing it.  It has THE largest medal in the USA.  Last years medal weighed a full pound.  It is 7 hours from my house, so I can drive it without too much hassle.  I am a little worried.  I ran the Lincoln marathon in 5:11:19, and I contribute my poor time to the lack of training and the fact that the last 6 miles I ran into a 50 mph headwind. That being said...Little Rock is a much more challenging course.  And by challenging, I mean its got hills.  And from the sounds of it, it has one from the 13-16 mile mark (the point I was the most tired in Lincoln)  and a big hill at mile 25.  Yikes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least when I did Lincoln I had only 2 long runs over 18 miles in.  This new schedule has me running at least 4 before the race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and if you've run Little Rock, let me know how it went.  Here is where I've been reading about it.  Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marathonguide.com/races/racedetails.cfm?MIDD=1880080302"&gt;http://www.marathonguide.com/races/racedetails.cfm?MIDD=1880080302&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-5567764471001480575?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5567764471001480575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=5567764471001480575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5567764471001480575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5567764471001480575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-rock-marathon.html' title='Little Rock marathon'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-3578264236593005220</id><published>2007-08-29T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:44:42.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding bells and translators</title><content type='html'>Well, who would have thought you'd have to jump through so many hoops to get married in Cancun.....  Here is a laundry list of crap we have to do to be legally married down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couple must have birth certificate, divorce decrees, name change documents, and death certificates if widowed.   These documents MUST be translated by a certified translator and then stamped by a Mexican consolate.  The closest one to me is an hour away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have to arrive at our resort at a minimum of 3 days prior to have blood tests and a medical exam done.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your divorce is under a year old, the woman has to take a pregnancy test. LOL   Mine will be 2 years old by then.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to have 4 witnesses.  If they are your family, you have to have them also arrive 3 days prior to wedding date.  They have to fill out paperwork and have thier passport and tourist visa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passports will be required in Cancun in 2008, so we all have to apply for those.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway...this is just a glimpse of what you have to do to marry in Mexico.  I hope it all goes smoothly.  Apparently if anything is messed up or missing, they wont marry you.  Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-3578264236593005220?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3578264236593005220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=3578264236593005220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3578264236593005220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/3578264236593005220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/08/wedding-bells-and-translators.html' title='Wedding bells and translators'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-7844971171408145674</id><published>2007-08-22T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:35:22.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dannys Song</title><content type='html'>Does it ever suprise you how many words you know to a song that you havent heard in ages?  I decided to listen to Big Hits of the 70's this morning and Anne Murray's..Danny's Song, came on. Ahhh, so relaxing.  I know every word. Isnt that weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to singing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-7844971171408145674?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7844971171408145674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=7844971171408145674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7844971171408145674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/7844971171408145674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/08/dannys-song.html' title='Dannys Song'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-8915344219641169909</id><published>2007-08-21T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:56:00.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Engaged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm engaged and soon to be married. Well, not real soon. We plan to marry on May 31st in Cancun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RsruaxXvYKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h5zUia7hr18/s1600-h/engagement+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101151671647428770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RsruaxXvYKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h5zUia7hr18/s320/engagement+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a pic of my engagement ring. And one of my ring with the wedding bands. Of course the bands arent sized to the ring or bonded yet. But you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really realized how ugly my hands were up close. hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RsruxBXvYLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ADRE9rgWb7s/s1600-h/Ring+w+bands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101152053899518130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RsruxBXvYLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ADRE9rgWb7s/s320/Ring+w+bands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9170636-8915344219641169909?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8915344219641169909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=8915344219641169909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/8915344219641169909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/8915344219641169909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m Engaged!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RsruaxXvYKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h5zUia7hr18/s72-c/engagement+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-213282904951426410</id><published>2007-05-08T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:53:17.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beenie weenies and puppies'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my new niece, Kode. Isn't she cute!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RkDFkPEo-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TWWUM8xe4fM/s1600-h/kode5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062263207476394274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RkDFkPEo-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TWWUM8xe4fM/s320/kode5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062263495239203122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RkDF0_Eo-TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Mv-u_JDWBEM/s320/kode.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here is me with the new boyfriend! YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062264650585405762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RkDG4PEo-UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eeoTejifWDE/s320/chris4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/9170636-213282904951426410?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/213282904951426410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=213282904951426410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/213282904951426410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/213282904951426410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/RkDFkPEo-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TWWUM8xe4fM/s72-c/kode5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-5498986558475107895</id><published>2007-05-08T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T08:44:25.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Well, since my friend Troy is now blogging...I thought I better get on here and touch base with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its almost been a year since my divorce.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm dating a man that is 14 yrs my younger.  He owns his own business and treats me like a queen.  Despite the age difference, he is very mature and we seem to have a lot in common.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son graduates on May 20th the same day as my birthday.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister graduates college on May 12th. I'm so proud of her. It has taken her a long time. She has done night school while working and single handedly raised her son.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have my weiner dog Rocko and my kitty cat Lammykins. They are both fine. (although we did have an incident last night-I'll tell ya about it later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still running.  If I go out for a run, I run no less than 4 miles. I've made that my minimum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just got back from Las Vegas. I'm really ticked that the moment I have the chance to go out there, my friend Alli, has moved to California!  grrrr  Anyway, I had a conference.  It was good and I was able to get some sun.  I also ran into Oscar de la Hoya. He might of lost the fight, but he is pretty nice lookin. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that, its work as usual.  I'll write more later.  How is everyone??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-5498986558475107895?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5498986558475107895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=5498986558475107895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5498986558475107895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/5498986558475107895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-8477087408609266157</id><published>2007-02-12T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T11:27:24.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February already?</title><content type='html'>Well life has been crazy busy.  I have to start running more regularly. I signed up to do a 5K on March 24th. The shape I'm in now, I'd be lucky to finish! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of taking my son to Cancun at the end of summer, so if you've been there tell me about it! (where you stayed, good places to eat or visit...etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-8477087408609266157?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8477087408609266157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=8477087408609266157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/8477087408609266157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/8477087408609266157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/february-already.html' title='February already?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-116714988120412412</id><published>2006-12-26T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:18:01.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO SEE!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.  Yes, I am alive.  I've been really swamped!  Hope you all had a great Christmas!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest thing I heard over the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker came to work and I asked if he had a nice christmas. He replied it was really long.  I asked why.  He replied, "well, at my familys dinner..my sisters boyfriend ate like a hog. He had his mouth open and was slopping really loud. And after dinner he came in the living room and pulled his shirt over his belly, and proceeded to play and rub his stomach.  I was about to get sick. It was almost depressing."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...I guess my christmas was A LOT better. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-116714988120412412?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116714988120412412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=116714988120412412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116714988120412412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116714988120412412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-time-no-see.html' title='LONG TIME NO SEE!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-116268637477632828</id><published>2006-11-04T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:28:02.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/halloween3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/halloween3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was a shower and a dirty cop underneath. My brother is the tree, and I'm on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/halloween2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-116268637477632828?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116268637477632828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=116268637477632828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116268637477632828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116268637477632828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween-pic.html' title='Halloween pic'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-116103206072557132</id><published>2006-10-16T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:56:07.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd times a charm</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I've ordered 2 cop costumes.  First time getting screwed and still fighting them, and the 2nd time they emailed me that they would refund me immediately 'cause they couldnt get it shipped to me in time.  Now I have ordered for a 3rd time.  *deep exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one I ordered next day UPS.  Lets hope I actually get it.  Geesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-11342287521360_1916_2290606"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-11342287521360_1916_2290606" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-116103206072557132?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116103206072557132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=116103206072557132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116103206072557132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116103206072557132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/3rd-times-charm.html' title='3rd times a charm'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-116068535436243597</id><published>2006-10-12T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:35:54.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New costume</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I ordered this one instead?  What do ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/cop3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/cop3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-116068535436243597?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116068535436243597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=116068535436243597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116068535436243597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116068535436243597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-costume.html' title='New costume'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-116049007187939277</id><published>2006-10-10T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:28:27.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you suggest?!</title><content type='html'>Ok...my cop costume still hasnt come in.  HOWEVER..the company charged my credit card over 2 weeks ago.  They dont have a phone number to contact them and they wont respond to the half a dozen emails I've sent.  What should be my next step??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is thier website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.doxylingerie.com/policecostumes.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-116049007187939277?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116049007187939277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=116049007187939277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116049007187939277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/116049007187939277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-do-you-suggest.html' title='What do you suggest?!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115893915778868138</id><published>2006-09-22T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:32:37.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/naughty%20cop4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/naughty%20cop4.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115893915778868138?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115893915778868138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115893915778868138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115893915778868138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115893915778868138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-costume.html' title='my costume'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115885297739832089</id><published>2006-09-21T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:36:17.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm thinking of being a naughty cop for halloween. Go here for a look at the different ones to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.doxylingerie.com/policecostumes.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm torn between three. And I cant get my pictures to download on here. So here is the places to go check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.doxylingerie.com/7pcpoworoset.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.doxylingerie.com/8pcsepoco.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.doxylingerie.com/8pcpowoset.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure the naughty cop is a little cliche' but what the hell, I can use it again later...if ya know what I mean!  *raises eyebrows a whole bunch a times*   Give me your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115885297739832089?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115885297739832089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115885297739832089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115885297739832089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115885297739832089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-so-im-thinking-of-being-naughty-cop.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115859175671900743</id><published>2006-09-18T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:02:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>I havent been here in an eon!!   Things are busy for me.  I'm finally dating. YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anybody have an awesome chili recipe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How do I throw a football with more precision?  Mine is only a nice spirally throw 1 outta 10 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How much sex do you require before you are penned a nymphomaniac?  (just curious)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115859175671900743?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115859175671900743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115859175671900743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115859175671900743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115859175671900743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115749927931537310</id><published>2006-09-05T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:34:39.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flea Market agony</title><content type='html'>My mother and I decided to go to the nearby flea market Saturday.  If I'd know how it would turn out, I would have just stayed home.  Not only did I eat every single carny food known to man, I didnt buy one damn thing while I was there.  Here is a quick recap of my adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-parked a mile away&lt;br /&gt;-walked a mile to first food vendor&lt;br /&gt;-ate a pork sandwich and a tea&lt;br /&gt;-walked and looked at more junk&lt;br /&gt;-ordered a bloomin onion and ate the majority by myself&lt;br /&gt;-walked another mile&lt;br /&gt;-ate a huge smoked turkey leg and another tea&lt;br /&gt;-walked another mile&lt;br /&gt;-ate a bowl of "homeade icecream"&lt;br /&gt;-walked another mile lookin for a portapotty&lt;br /&gt;-found portapotty and went.... reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;-walked to car and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a huge pile of grease when I left. I was soo miserable.  The really weird thing was the turkey leg.  No matter how many bites I took, it never seemed to get smaller. And it was rather heavy. The bloomin onion was awesome, but the icecream tasted like bad coffee. The portapotty was completely disgusting and I wished after, that I would have just peed down my leg instead, as it would have been more sanitary.  I actually walked behind a food vendors table and told them I was gonna wash my hands.  They just said ok.  I think they knew that I would freak out if they argued about it. Anyway, the moral of the story is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to the flea market, just stick to buying the fleas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115749927931537310?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115749927931537310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115749927931537310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115749927931537310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115749927931537310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/09/flea-market-agony.html' title='Flea Market agony'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115651846738778713</id><published>2006-08-25T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:25:32.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vet Experience</title><content type='html'>My cat got in a fight the day before yesterday and I thought maybe her shoulder was out of socket. So I took her to the vet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we sat there at the vets office I was thinking to myself that I wished I had become a vet since I really love animals and all...UNTIL, a poodle came in with icky sores all over its legs.  And then another woman brought her dog in to be put to sleep cause it was having blood coming out of it for several days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my cat just tore her muscle real good.  The idiot wanted right back outside even though she was all mamed up.  Idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose my dream of also becoming a Charlies Angel would have been dissapointing in some way as well.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115651846738778713?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115651846738778713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115651846738778713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115651846738778713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115651846738778713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/vet-experience.html' title='The Vet Experience'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115643016550747734</id><published>2006-08-24T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:36:05.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the deal?</title><content type='html'>What the deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with the drive thru at taco bell?  Now when you pull up they say 'hi,how are you' instead of 'welcome to taco bell, can I take your order'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with never seeing baby pigeons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with fat people ordering diet drinks at a fast food place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with people not knowing how to count change back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with men?  they want you till they 'have' you then they dont want you anymore. idiots..sex really is the whole mystery, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with cows being so square and boring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115643016550747734?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115643016550747734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115643016550747734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115643016550747734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115643016550747734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-deal.html' title='Whats the deal?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115625373924264572</id><published>2006-08-22T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:35:39.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE</title><content type='html'>Ok...I seriously dont 'hate' anyone.  At least I thought I didnt.  But there is a guy downtown that I cannot stand. No, I've never met him and I dont want to.  He just irritates me to death. Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, who wears a GOD-AWFUL afro, walks all over downtown where I work. Well, when you get to a red light he will stand to the side waiting.  Just as soon as your light turns green, he jumps out in front of your car, sticks his hand up to you in a 'stop' motion and holds that until he has walked across the street. I hate his guts and one of these days I'm afraid I may go postal and just run over him.  My friend at work says he's probably mildly retarded or something, but I think he does it on purpose.  And sometimes he takes his time, so that I cant even get through until the next light!  Grrrrrrr!  I'm thinking of buying some pepper spray and the next time he pulls that shit, I'll just jump out of my car and spray him real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll teach him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115625373924264572?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115625373924264572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115625373924264572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115625373924264572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115625373924264572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/hate.html' title='HATE'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115582512948142272</id><published>2006-08-17T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:32:09.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The highly intelligent at Walmart</title><content type='html'>Well, I encountered yet another highly intelligent life form today at Walmart.  I left this morning to go to Walmart to soley buy one gift card and leave.  I already bought a gift for my friend, but she goes to Walmart all the time, so I thought it would be an added little bonus. ANYWAY&gt;... I grab the one gift card and head to the only cashier working.  I gave her the card and said "$20 please".  And here is how the rest of the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier:  "has this been activated yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "ummm, I hope not, dont you have to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;Cashier:  "well, I didnt know if you were using it or not"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "using it for what?? *looks around*  "I dont have any products"&lt;br /&gt;Cashier:  "well, ok...I just wasnt sure"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "wasnt sure of what?"  &lt;br /&gt;Cashier:  "if you were using it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "using it for WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;Cashier:  "nevermind.  will this be all for you ma'am"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  *looks around again* *raises hands in a fed up sarcastic motion*  "Yep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start off the day!  idiot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115582512948142272?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115582512948142272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115582512948142272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115582512948142272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115582512948142272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/highly-intelligent-at-walmart.html' title='The highly intelligent at Walmart'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115574652155848187</id><published>2006-08-16T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:07:59.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lone·ly &lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADJECTIVE: &lt;br /&gt;lone·li·er , lone·li·est &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without companions; lone. &lt;br /&gt;Characterized by aloneness; solitary. &lt;br /&gt;Unfrequented by people; desolate: a lonely crossroads. &lt;br /&gt;Dejected by the awareness of being alone. See Synonyms at alone. &lt;br /&gt;Producing such dejection: the loneliest night of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lonelysocks.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like those socks, I am alone in this world.  And I'm starting to get pretty bored with it.  If you're happily married or in a relationship that is fulfilling, dont bother commenting. Unless of course you love pouring salt in open wounds and watching others suffer needlessly. Oh wait...I kind of like that myself, so I guess anyone can comment.  I wonder if I'm actually lonely or just horny?  Meh....who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115574652155848187?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115574652155848187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115574652155848187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115574652155848187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115574652155848187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/lonely-adjective-lonelier-loneliest.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115530957752266770</id><published>2006-08-11T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:19:37.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a boyfriend</title><content type='html'>This one will do for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/hot%20guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/hot%20guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115530957752266770?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115530957752266770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115530957752266770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115530957752266770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115530957752266770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-boyfriend.html' title='I need a boyfriend'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115507024851092846</id><published>2006-08-08T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:53:26.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me</title><content type='html'>Well, I figured some of you might want to know what I look like so here it is.  This is me with part of my sunday school class.  I have my hair in a pony, so I might look funny. I actually have shoulder length hair. Dont make too much fun of me and hurt my delicate feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/me1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Alex. Right before the picture, I told her she had food in her teeth. She ran to the bathroom and this was the picture after. What a goof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/me3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115507024851092846?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115507024851092846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115507024851092846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115507024851092846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115507024851092846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-me.html' title='Just me'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115385906803422910</id><published>2006-07-25T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:24:28.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of drink are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/jack_d.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/9170636-115385906803422910?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115385906803422910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115385906803422910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115385906803422910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115385906803422910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kind-of-drink-are-you.html' title='What kind of drink are you?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115254039720712992</id><published>2006-07-10T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:06:37.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost final</title><content type='html'>Well, my divorce is almost final.  I'm starting to feel like a different person entirely.  I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with myself.  I've lived for 'only' my husband and son for so long...and now I actually have time to do something 'I like'. Problem is, I dont even know what I like!  I know I'd like to get some traveling in. We &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; went on vacations while I was married (for 11 yrs., mind you) unless it was work related.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need some ideas of fun things I can embark on, now that I will be single and probably bored.  Oh...and I'm not rich, so give me ideas that wont break the bank. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115254039720712992?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115254039720712992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115254039720712992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115254039720712992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115254039720712992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/almost-final_10.html' title='Almost final'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-115219873504427571</id><published>2006-07-06T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:12:15.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone really like circus peanuts?</title><content type='html'>I pretty much like all food.  But there is one food that I cant stand...THE CIRCUS PEANUT.  I'm sure you remember the orange colored, styrophomy, vomit flavored candy. Of all the people I've asked about it, it seems men fancy them more than women.  I cant even look at them without cringing. It gives me that 'fingernails on a chalk board' feeling. Not to mention, they dont ever seem to go bad.  I went to the local farmer store and they have had the same bag of circus peanuts on the shelf for at least a decade.  They look the same. That cant be good for you to eat!  Anyway, just thought I would take a survey and see how many of you eat these crappy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a website with pictures, if you dont know what a circus peanut is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bad-candy.com/candies/circuspeanuts/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-115219873504427571?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115219873504427571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=115219873504427571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115219873504427571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/115219873504427571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/does-anyone-really-like-circus-peanuts.html' title='Does anyone really like circus peanuts?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114988693426471166</id><published>2006-06-09T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:02:14.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traitor??</title><content type='html'>Well, I've crossed over to the other side.  I'm not sure I like it, but I've been trying it out.  You can call me a traitor if you want, but I still love you.  Come see myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/mythotsexactly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114988693426471166?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114988693426471166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114988693426471166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114988693426471166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114988693426471166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/traitor.html' title='Traitor??'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114832897463929829</id><published>2006-05-22T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:16:14.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce=headache</title><content type='html'>Well, I never dreamed my divorce would be so mentally draining.  Apparently, men turn into Jekly/Hyde people after one files for divorce.  I have spent the last 3 weeks on a hidious rollercoaster ride from hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like how when I'm married its "wow, you look hot"&lt;br /&gt;And when your divorcing its "you look like a f*#$in slut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114832897463929829?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114832897463929829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114832897463929829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114832897463929829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114832897463929829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/divorceheadache.html' title='Divorce=headache'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114685989582583677</id><published>2006-05-05T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:11:35.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AYYYYYYYYYY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/fonz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/fonz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114685989582583677?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114685989582583677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114685989582583677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114685989582583677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114685989582583677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/ayyyyyyyyyy.html' title='AYYYYYYYYYY!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114554684050374354</id><published>2006-04-20T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:27:20.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Animal" Cruelty?</title><content type='html'>Well, I rode the elevator with a woman that had her child hooked to a leash.  Yes, I said leash.  I had never seen this before and stood and stared for the longest time.  I wondered if the mother saw her child as nothing more than an animal or if she was just too lazy to watch him.  In the end, I was thankful that the leash was fitted around the little boys waist instead of his neck.  But upon more thought, I realized it really didnt matter, cause he was still on a leash.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114554684050374354?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114554684050374354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114554684050374354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114554684050374354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114554684050374354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/animal-cruelty.html' title='&quot;Animal&quot; Cruelty?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114408777079340565</id><published>2006-04-03T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:09:30.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday madness</title><content type='html'>I pretty much dont want to work everyday, but today is a stronger feeling than usual. I think I need a REALLY LONG extended vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tornados hit just outside my town last Thurs.  I went and looked at the damage and was almost sick to my stomach. Peoples clothes and furniture were up in trees. Insulation and metal off of sheds were stuck in fences. This one house had only the front steps left.  It was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news:  I leave for Vegas this Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news:  I have to attend a conference while I'm there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a another subject all together....here are my top 5 hated words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moist&lt;/strong&gt;-not sure why I hate this word, but I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mucus&lt;/strong&gt;-just knowing what 'mucus' is, makes you hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scab&lt;/strong&gt;-ewwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crotch&lt;/strong&gt;- acky doo doo&lt;br /&gt;lip &lt;strong&gt;'balm'&lt;/strong&gt;- just call it chapstick already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114408777079340565?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114408777079340565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114408777079340565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114408777079340565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114408777079340565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-madness.html' title='Monday madness'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114382519664887962</id><published>2006-03-31T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:13:16.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeee Haaawwww</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going to the bull riding competition tonight.  I'm also gonna see some kiddies do some muttin bustin and see that little bastard 'Whiplash'.  In case you dont know who Whiplash is, here is a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/whiplash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/whiplash1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate monkeys and am currently devising a plan to hurt the little buggar in some way.  I'm thinking a poisoness grape or something. If you have any better ideas, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114382519664887962?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114382519664887962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114382519664887962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114382519664887962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114382519664887962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeee-haaawwww.html' title='Yeee Haaawwww'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114253763276138168</id><published>2006-03-16T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:33:52.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky bun disappointment</title><content type='html'>I had to inspect an office in Jamesport last Thursday. (home of the Amish around here) I always get excited to go there because of the warm friendly atmosphere and best of all... thier homeade sticky buns.  They are the size of my head and just melt in your mouth. I guess walking around barefoot and never taking an indoor shower makes you one helluva baker.  I suppose the no tv thing has something to do with it too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm on my way to the office and decide to make short work of the inspection.  The sooner I finish, the sooner I can devour the little piece of heaven. It was dead and there were no patients in the office.  (Excellent!) The office manager was quick and thorough. It made me wonder if she knew I had an alternative motive for being in her quaint little town. I thanked her and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed down the main street. At this point, my mouth is all but watering.  I get out of my car and very quickly walk to the doorway to the bakery.  I pull on the door, but it wont budge. (WTF?)  I look at a small sign on the door and it reads "Closed on Thursday".  I stood in shock for about a milisecond, then without any thought or warning I yelled, "Well, Son of a Bitch!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that was something I shouldnt have said out loud.  A few Amish men across the alley looked at me and I could have sworn, bolts of lightning shot from thier eyes and flew through my head. They quickly looked away as if the devil himself was standing right there in front of thier beloved bakery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back in my car and left. Fuck those turds. Whoever heard of being closed on a Thursday anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114253763276138168?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114253763276138168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114253763276138168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114253763276138168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114253763276138168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/sticky-bun-disappointment.html' title='Sticky bun disappointment'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114236570673929185</id><published>2006-03-14T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:51:38.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My astrological sex sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Taurus and Sex &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus is one alluring package, thanks in part to their love of beautiful things. Those lucky enough to snare this lover will find that the best, amazingly, has been hidden from view! In private, the Bull is an intense partner, and one quite happy to have sensual encounters go on all night long. The Energizer Bunny of the Zodiac has arrived! These days and nights of play should be punctuated with conversation, fantasies, seduction, even a few edible treats, the better to create the perfect mood. Sex as a release from the more practical aspects of life is often all the Bull wants. If this play date can be scheduled for Taurus's beloved home, all the better, since comfort is always on the Bull's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out your sex sign &lt;a href="http://love.astrology.com/Lswheeltaurus5.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on your astrological sign to the left.  You may have to scroll down the page a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114236570673929185?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114236570673929185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114236570673929185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114236570673929185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114236570673929185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-astrological-sex-sign.html' title='My astrological sex sign'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114174796306810299</id><published>2006-03-07T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:12:43.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate</title><content type='html'>My boss walked in this morning and tells us that he went to bed at 7pm last night and didnt get up until 9 this morning.  Apparently he was sick all day yesterday. Which was baffling to the rest of us, considering he was eating candy all day and running around like nothing was wrong. Well, come to find out...he had a really high fever and threw up.  WHAT A DOUCHE BAG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might as well as come in my office and spit on me after licking my keyboard real good.  Now we will all end up sick, because he was too inconsiderate to leave his sick ass at home. Inconsiderate Bastard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114174796306810299?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114174796306810299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114174796306810299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114174796306810299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114174796306810299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/inconsiderate.html' title='Inconsiderate'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114142057375924700</id><published>2006-03-03T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:16:13.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite is BLUE !</title><content type='html'>Click on your favorite color to see what psychologists can find about you from your color preference (ignore the particular shade shown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/sexualtype.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/sexualtype.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED: People who like red tend to be tigers in the sack. They are easily aroused and enjoy sex in every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark is ignited, it may take hours to extinguish. When two reds get together, the ensuing erotica could make Lady Chatterly blush. Lovers of red tend to be aggressors and weaker colors should be aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW: If you or your partner tend to flavor yellow, your sexual drives are complex and turn toward the adaptable. The favorite color of homosexuals is yellow. But of course - not everyone who wears yellow is gay. In most cases the person will consent to the stronger partner's desires in a passive manner. You will never enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn down an invitation from somebody you enjoy or admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK: Persons who like pink show a reluctance to mature in sexual matters: women tend to tease, to promise more than they intend to deliver. In some cases they flaunt their femininity - but because they secretly hate men. A great percentage of prostitutes boast entire wardrobes in pink. Men who like pink are the philanderers and flirts. They are the type who will make three dates for the same evening and not keep one, preferring to pick up a dish in some bar instead. Women whose husbands like pink should keep a secret nest egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE: Lovers of purple frequently consider themselves to be too sophisticated for a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes are the type who hate to mess their hair. Men are business-like in their approach to lovemaking. In both sexes purple partners are more concerned with their fulfillment than anyone else's gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK: A good many people will choose black as their favorite color, without really thinking about the question. Those people who really do have a black color preference are rare. It points to a liking for black sex. These people are the misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are usually masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people and often perform at their peak when under stress or during unhappy times. Police psychiatrists claim that sex offenders prefer the color black. And it is no coincidence that the uniform of monsters and teenage gangs is black attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN: Those who prefer green are fresh and innocent in their approach to sex. Women who love green will always make love like virgins all their life. And a man may always be a trifle clumsy and awkward but in a charming and endearing sort of way. Green lovers are gentle, but not passionate. If chosen as a mate, one will never need worry about infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE: Lovers of the color orange lean toward sexual fantasies. The sex act is regarded as a dramatic one-act play in which they are the star. Foreplay is as important as the act of love. They whisper sweet nothings, meaningless dialogue; they feel it is their image. Orange people often do not experience orgasm - but they put on a darn good act. Men tend to pull their partner's hair, and women leave red welts on the sex partner's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROWN: If you or your partner love brown, you're a real treasure for the right mate. Brown lovers tend to be warm and deep, sensitive to the needs and desires of their partners. Sex is a 24 hour a day thing. Where you can't say "I love you" often enough. Snuggling by the fire, walking in the rain or catching snowflakes on their tongue is a turn-on to a lover of brown. They need lots of time and privacy to make love. But their emotions are such that one harsh word could end the affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREY: The color GREY a preferred by people who are indecisive. They can't get excited about anything - including color - so they choose a noncommittal shade. Men who prefer GREY look at sex as a way of relieving tension-but nothing more, nothing less. It's wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Women don't make love, they have intercourse. And for one of two reasons only: to accommodate their mate, or to become pregnant. They count the cracks in the bedroom plaster until the sex act is over with and done. But when teamed with another color, the GREY spouse considers the other's infidelity a blessing. When GREY marries another GREY, the marriage is made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE: Lovers of blue are wonderful sex partners. They are sinners, affectionate and sensitive to their partner's need. They consider love making a fine art and their approach is elegant. Men who love blue are like concert pianists, delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in the blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. They are exciting partners but their passion may be compared to a tidal wave rather than fiery aggression. Both women and men enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of lovemaking, as much as the sex act itself. In marriage a blue person is a wonderful mate - never seeking outside interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE: If a person is infatuated with white, sex often seems filthy. These people are puritanical in nature. French kissing is obscene and to make love in the daylight in unheard of. Women who love white will undress beneath the covers. Men will shower before and after the sex act. These people still use pet names for their genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Color Preference: Most people claim they haven't a favorite color &amp; go on to claim it's Black, but that's very rare. Think about the question. Try this, think of room painted in only one color. Walls, ceiling, floor &amp; furniture. If you had to stay in it for a few minutes, what color would you like it to be? Now go back to the colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114142057375924700?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114142057375924700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114142057375924700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114142057375924700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114142057375924700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-favorite-is-blue.html' title='My favorite is BLUE !'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114141778598598968</id><published>2006-03-03T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:29:46.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Flame</title><content type='html'>Had a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend of mine the other day.&lt;br /&gt;We lost track of time, chatting about the wild, romantic nights we used to&lt;br /&gt;enjoy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it when she asked if I'd be interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of that 'magic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!", I said, "I don't know if I could keep pace with you now! I'm a bit older and a bit balder than when you last saw me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just giggled and said she was sure I'd rise to the challenge!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah" I said, "just so long as you don't mind a man with a  waistline that's a few inches wider these days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and told me to stop being so silly! She teased me saying that  tubby bald men were cute and she was sure I would still be a great lover!&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, I've put on a few pounds myself!" she giggled.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her to fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114141778598598968?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114141778598598968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114141778598598968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114141778598598968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114141778598598968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-flame.html' title='Old Flame'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114140657860605832</id><published>2006-03-03T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:22:58.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wish...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I had a $1000 for everytime I've ate taco bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could be a highway patrolman for just one full day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could stop doing math in my head while I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My new Victoria Secret, yellow bra &amp; panty set would show up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid people would just spontaneously combust at my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was on the beach, waiting to go marlin fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I lived on the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I knew who my 'secret admirer' was when I turned 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could star in a major motion picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could go on an archeological dig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could go bike riding with Lance Armstrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I could take a year off work to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and win the lottery, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114140657860605832?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114140657860605832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114140657860605832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114140657860605832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114140657860605832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish.html' title='I wish....'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114080114450160453</id><published>2006-02-24T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:12:24.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis anyone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/Tennis8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/Tennis8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/Tennis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/Tennis2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/Tennis4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/Tennis4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114080114450160453?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114080114450160453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114080114450160453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114080114450160453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114080114450160453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/tennis-anyone.html' title='Tennis anyone??'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-114054864749310913</id><published>2006-02-21T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:04:07.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-114054864749310913?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114054864749310913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=114054864749310913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114054864749310913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/114054864749310913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113873674052658291</id><published>2006-01-31T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:09:27.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.....</title><content type='html'>Some people really need to purchase 'Hooked on Phonics'.   I almost had a seizure reading this stupid bitch's attempt to spit out a sentence, on one of my message boards.  Please people...heed my words....LEARN TO FUCKIN READ AND WRITE FOR CHRISTS SAKES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113873674052658291?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113873674052658291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113873674052658291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113873674052658291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113873674052658291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously.....'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113759466483054848</id><published>2006-01-18T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T08:31:04.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know....I couldnt resist. I will again be watching American Idol for another season. I dont know why I even bother.  My head almost exploded after watching the 'tan' girl barely get out a complete sentence. Then my ears began bleeding after the gal that showed cattle belted out that 'high' note.  Then to top things off, I almost had an aneurysm listening to the deputy sherriff sing "I shot the sheriff" over and over again a hundred times.  Maybe I'm depressed or something, taking on such trecherous activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113759466483054848?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113759466483054848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113759466483054848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113759466483054848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113759466483054848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113681875089797257</id><published>2006-01-09T08:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:59:16.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Weather</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday I ran in shorts and short-sleeved running shirt. This morning it was snowing. WTF?  I'm sick of it being gloomy and crappy. I've been feeling sun starved. So I went and tanned. I fell asleep, since I havent slept good in about a week. The machine clicked off and I hit my head on the top piece. Then the next morning I noticed that my boobies and buttock region was burnt to a crisp.  I know I should just move to an island and stay there. Then I wont have to worry about all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113681875089797257?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113681875089797257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113681875089797257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113681875089797257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113681875089797257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupid-weather.html' title='Stupid Weather'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113640622190766302</id><published>2006-01-04T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:23:41.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/Maldives1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/Maldives1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I was here. The end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113640622190766302?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113640622190766302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113640622190766302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113640622190766302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113640622190766302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113595266853907717</id><published>2005-12-30T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T08:24:28.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK OF IT!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of being sick.  I haven't been sick for like 2 years, so now that I am experiencing this head/chest/throat/fever sickness, I feel like death. I took yesterday off to lay in bed all day. I literally only got up to take a shower, then layed back down. I felt like someone had pummelled my body with rocks. Today, I am back at work not feeling much better. Am I the only one that calls in sick, and actually IS sick??   I have only had 2 sick days in 5 years. Anyways, cross your fingers that I can at least enjoy New Years Eve.  Grrrrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113595266853907717?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113595266853907717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113595266853907717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113595266853907717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113595266853907717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/sick-of-it.html' title='SICK OF IT!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113500356337437083</id><published>2005-12-19T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:46:03.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Recipe</title><content type='html'>This is the BEST Christmas Cookie  recipe EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Christmas Cookies:&lt;br /&gt; 1 cup of water&lt;br /&gt; 1 tsp baking  soda&lt;br /&gt; 1 cup of sugar&lt;br /&gt; 1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt; 1 cup of brown sugar&lt;br /&gt; Lemon juice&lt;br /&gt; 4  large eggs&lt;br /&gt; 1 cup nuts&lt;br /&gt; 2 cups of dried fruit&lt;br /&gt; 1 bottle Jose Cuervo  Tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sample the Cuervo to check quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a large bowl, check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the electric  mixer...&lt;br /&gt;Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add one  teaspoon of sugar...Beat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point it's best to make sure  the Cuervo is still OK, try another cup ... just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off  the mixerer thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the  cup of dried fruit, Pick the frigging fruit off floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix on  the turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it  loose with a drewscriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sample the Cuervo to check for  tonsisticity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next, sift two cups of salt,or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Check the Jose Cuervo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Add one table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Greash the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the cake tin 360  degrees and try not to fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't forget to beat off the turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERRY MISTMAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113500356337437083?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113500356337437083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113500356337437083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113500356337437083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113500356337437083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/cookie-recipe.html' title='Cookie Recipe'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113457015343631687</id><published>2005-12-14T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:22:33.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Well, Usually Christmas is my favorite holiday. But, for some reason I just cant get into it this year. I dont care about buying any gifts or anything. I have only bought a couple things and am in no hurry to go out to get more. What has happened to me?  Has the media and frenzied shoppers turned me anti Christmas??  I just dont understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking that maybe a plane ticket to some island for Christmas would be a great gift. Do you think it means less if the gift is to myself?  Oh, well....one can dream.  *sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113457015343631687?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113457015343631687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113457015343631687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113457015343631687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113457015343631687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/anti-christmas.html' title='Anti Christmas?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113414395177258308</id><published>2005-12-09T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:59:11.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF...Seriously</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this has seriously been the week from hell.  But, I think its getting better now. Tonight I will be venturing to the local Pizza Shoppe to drink MANY beers.  I much prefer Jack n Coke, but our little town doesnt sell hard liquor within the city limits. Therefore, I will have to make do.  I will say this... The Pizza Shoppe has THE COLDEST beer in the tri-state area.  I love the frosty mugs they bring out. I will probably venture to the local bar afterwards to play many games of pool and listen to about a million songs out of thier extremely old jukebox.  I just love how the next day my clothes and hair smell like smoke. :\  And I dont smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I bid you farewell and will hopefully be fully recovered by Monday to be back here. I'm almost sure it isnt a good idea to drink after a really rotten week. Oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113414395177258308?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113414395177258308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113414395177258308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113414395177258308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113414395177258308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/tgifseriously.html' title='TGIF...Seriously'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113388731833718433</id><published>2005-12-06T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:42:04.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt like you are actually in Hell, yet you're pretty sure you havent died yet? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113388731833718433?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113388731833718433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113388731833718433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113388731833718433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113388731833718433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/hell.html' title='Hell'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113319857269330352</id><published>2005-11-28T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:23:36.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, its that time of year again!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/Dick.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/Dick.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113319857269330352?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113319857269330352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113319857269330352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113319857269330352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113319857269330352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113294747940431271</id><published>2005-11-25T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:37:59.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping sucks</title><content type='html'>I had to work today, but I'm actually not pissed about it.  I dont do the whole 'getting up at the crack of dawn to fight other shoppers' thing.  I buy most of my christmas stuff online. I cant believe people get psyched to go shopping. I hate all aspects of shopping.  Clothes, grocery, gift, vehicle....I could go on and on.  So how many of you mentally challenged people got your dumb asses out of bed just to go shopping this morning?  Come on...FESS UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113294747940431271?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113294747940431271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113294747940431271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113294747940431271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113294747940431271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/shopping-sucks.html' title='Shopping sucks'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113267030254028468</id><published>2005-11-22T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:38:22.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/thanksg01.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/thanksg01.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took Wednesday off so I could get all prepped for the big feast. I think Thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday, even though I completely stress out cooking for everyone.  I love to eat, so in the end it all pans out. I bought a great Reisling to have with dinner. Delish!  Hope everyone has a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113267030254028468?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113267030254028468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113267030254028468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113267030254028468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113267030254028468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113232633341066887</id><published>2005-11-18T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:05:33.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER POWERS</title><content type='html'>It has recently come to my attention that I have super powers. I know, I know...dont be jealous.  The fact is, I didnt even know I possessed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning 3 people called me complaining and automatically assumed that I knew all the details surrounding thier complaint. I asked my coworker what the hell these peoples problems were and she said "well, didnt you know you were psychic?"  I sat on that statement for a minute.  After much thought, I realized that I must..IN FACT...appear to be psychic to others, as this happens entirely too frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other super power, I also have the ability to be in two places at once!  Isnt that awesome-O!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my hubby thinks I can pull money out of my ass!  Because if I tell him to watch his spending, he always says "it will be fine".  Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to look into buying a superhero outfit with cape, and maybe some kickass boots to match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113232633341066887?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113232633341066887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113232633341066887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113232633341066887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113232633341066887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/super-powers.html' title='SUPER POWERS'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113226566411044378</id><published>2005-11-17T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:14:24.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if its time to party or not, but it seems that it is now my one year blogging anniversary. I doubt I will hold any formal affair, but gifts are always accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been non-stop busy this month. Work is crazy and it seems like I never get anything done.  I really wish I'd win that damn lottery, but its hard to win when you dont have time to go in and purchase the tickets.  *sigh*  Its also getting dark outside way too fast in the evening.  I usually run after work, but I hate running in the dark. I get all these leary feelings of a rabid animal jumping at me or something equally traumatizing. Anyway, I wanted to come on here and let you all know that I havent died or anything.  I'll try to be a better blogger in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113226566411044378?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113226566411044378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113226566411044378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113226566411044378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113226566411044378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-anniversary.html' title='Blog Anniversary'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113138493753173427</id><published>2005-11-07T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:35:37.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm way to busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/cutie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113138493753173427?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113138493753173427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113138493753173427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113138493753173427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113138493753173427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-way-to-busy.html' title='I&apos;m way to busy.'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113077873295740515</id><published>2005-10-31T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:12:12.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/mugging.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/mugging.0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113077873295740515?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113077873295740515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113077873295740515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113077873295740515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113077873295740515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-113026601280016047</id><published>2005-10-25T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:46:52.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/dolphin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back from Florida.  Yesterday, I was a little uneasy.  Our flight was delayed an hour, but thankfully we werent on Delta since they cancelled ALL of thier flights!  Daytona was dirty, but fun.  We went to St. Augustine, Sea World, and of course...Biketober fest.  We saw a lot of crazy characters, especially at the Boot Hill Saloon and the Ironhorse Saloon!! Hopefully I will be able to post some pics. I got to pet a dolphin and some stingrays.(which was one of my highlights of the trip) One of the taverns we went to was giving out free t-shirts and bandanas to everyone drinking Jack Daniels. Since I drink Jack n Coke, I got me some free stuff!!  I drank A LOT of liquor over this past week, but luckily never got hung over. I got some new Harley boots and now I look really badass. So anyway....I'm back, I'm tired, and I dont think I'll need another vacation for at least couple days!!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and NO....I didnt get any tats. My body is just too perty to go messing it up like that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-113026601280016047?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113026601280016047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=113026601280016047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113026601280016047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/113026601280016047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112929836380976938</id><published>2005-10-14T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T08:59:23.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/florida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/florida.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!!   This Monday I leave for vacation.  Florida or Bust!!!  I'll be staying in Daytona, and my hubby is having our Harley shipped down to us. It is &lt;a href="http://www.biketoberfest.com"&gt;Biketoberfest&lt;/a&gt;. We will be planning to go to SeaWorld and St. Augustine while we are there!  I also may try to go swim with the mannatees(sp?).  Pray for a safe trip and I'll be back on Tuesday the 25th. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112929836380976938?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112929836380976938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112929836380976938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112929836380976938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112929836380976938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/10/vacation-time.html' title='VACATION TIME!!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112844282798013509</id><published>2005-10-04T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:26:29.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/piglets2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/piglets2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who doesnt love piggies?  I lived on a farm all my life and we had pigs. I had a white pig that I named Mikey. He wouldnt eat until I told him to. He would follow me everywhere. I loved him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember another time when all the little piglets got out. We all ran around trying to catch the little bastards. Once I would get one, it would squirm its way out and I'd have to start all over. But the highlight of the day was when dad was chasing them.  He had a bunch of chew in his mouth and apparently swallowed a bunch of it.  He started vomitting all over the place.   Ahhhh, the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/piglets1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/piglets1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112844282798013509?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112844282798013509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112844282798013509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112844282798013509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112844282798013509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahhh-memories.html' title='ahhh memories'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112834775252763645</id><published>2005-10-03T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T08:57:59.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY!!!</title><content type='html'>So I went to Walmart Saturday to pick up my huge yard ornament and they sold all of them!!!!  Mind you, I talked to a manager and gave them my name to hold one.  I was fuming. So my hubby saw how upset I was and told me to go ahead and order it online. I went to the walmart site and they were SOLD OUT!! Can you believe it?!  I was mortified. Almost in tears, my hubby said I could buy it off of ebay. I found one, but I would have to pay $30 extra for shipping.  I started sulking and hubby said, "so what, buy it...it is pretty cool" So I did. The giant snow globe should be here in 5-7 days!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to be the coolest in my neighborhood this Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, for your enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/snowglobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/snowglobe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112834775252763645?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112834775252763645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112834775252763645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112834775252763645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112834775252763645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/10/hooray.html' title='HOORAY!!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112801065301383780</id><published>2005-09-29T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:17:33.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad the temperature has dropped.  Summer used to be my favorite season until I started running.  The other night I had about 1000 gnats pasted to the front of my shirt, some on my neck and face. I'm so glad that it got so cold last night, that it prolly killed all the little bastards!!  It is high 70's this week with lows in the high 30's. Perfect running weather!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, I found a huge inflatable snow globe santa thing for the yard at Walmart for $128. I want it so bad I could die. Do you think that is too expensive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112801065301383780?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112801065301383780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112801065301383780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112801065301383780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112801065301383780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112714656440689871</id><published>2005-09-19T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:16:04.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another damn day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/uppercase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/uppercase.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its stupid Monday already. I got in the elevator this morning and felt like I had just got off of it the day before. Weekends dont usually last long enough, but this one felt like it was completely erased from the strands of time. It felt like an eerie Twilight Zone episode. Like the one where the guy in the covered wagon leaves his family to go over the hill only to find it is future time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesnt that neat shit ever happen to me?  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112714656440689871?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112714656440689871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112714656440689871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112714656440689871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112714656440689871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-damn-day.html' title='Another damn day!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112690175619484720</id><published>2005-09-16T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:15:56.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>A guy is sitting next to a blonde in a diner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is reading a newspaper and sobbing profusely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he noticed the headline reads "Twelve Brazilian Soldiers Killed in Avalanche".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being concerned for her he softly asked her if something was wrong,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she turns to him and says "how many is a brazillian?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112690175619484720?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112690175619484720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112690175619484720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112690175619484720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112690175619484720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/09/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112655172461791699</id><published>2005-09-12T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:02:04.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting....</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a rough week for me.   First of the week I fought allergies and sinus headaches and yesterday I thought I would be cool and help the hubby chop wood. HA!  I cant even use my stapler today, cause my hands hurt so bad.  Some of the chunks of wood couldnt be chainsawed until they were split. Sooo, in my moment of toughness, I decided I would drive the metal splitter myself with the mallot. I smacked it once and it hit me right in the shin, leaving a humungus gash and bruise. Suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it all off...I got hurt again this morning at work.  We had to put all the chairs up on our desks so the carpet cleaners could come. WELL, I took one of them down and the rolly bottom part fell right on my left foot. There was instant swelling and bruising. I dont think I broke it, but it hurts like a bitch.  Sooo...does anyone wanna come over and punch me in the guts and finish me off??? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112655172461791699?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112655172461791699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112655172461791699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112655172461791699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112655172461791699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurting.html' title='Hurting....'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112559268013611535</id><published>2005-09-01T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:38:00.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/1600/giveafuckometer1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/656/320/giveafuckometer1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is basically how I feel today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112559268013611535?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112559268013611535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112559268013611535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112559268013611535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112559268013611535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-this-is-basically-how-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112506542165204588</id><published>2005-08-26T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:10:21.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid coffee pot!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I was washing out my coffee pot (the glass part) yesterday and tapped it on the side of the sink and *snap*....It popped out a big chunk. @)$*(#*$&amp;@#  After my cussing fit, I threw the pot away and just pouted.  The next day, I came into work and wanted some coffee. I had forgot to guy buy a new pot, so I figured I'd improvise. There were extra pots up in the cabinet. I took one down and stuck it in there, but it was too short to activate the no drip thingy.  So I thought to myself for awhile....THIS COFFEE POT WILL NOT OUTSMART ME!!  I cut a piece of straw and stuck it between the pot and the drip deal and whaaalaa! it was working!!  So, after my little second of genious, I am enjoying a nice hot cup of decaf right now. This day isnt so bad after all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112506542165204588?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112506542165204588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112506542165204588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112506542165204588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112506542165204588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-coffee-pot.html' title='Stupid coffee pot!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112490176756020441</id><published>2005-08-24T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:46:33.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lammykins</title><content type='html'>I would like to introduce you to my Lammykins. She is a little bit lazy, but she is really super soft. She walked into the house this morning with a giant spider web all over her face. It looked so hilarious!  It was sticking her whiskers to the side of her face and making her eyes squint. I wish I had taken a picture.  I wiped her face with a towel (which she hated) and made it all better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/2403/640/DSCN0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/38/2403/320/DSCN0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lammykins&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112490176756020441?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112490176756020441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112490176756020441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112490176756020441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112490176756020441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-lammykins.html' title='My Lammykins'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112489081401258138</id><published>2005-08-24T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:40:14.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIOT ON THE STREETS!</title><content type='html'>Well, there wasnt actually a 'riot', but I thought there was going to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to the grocery store when I came up behind this old lady.  She could barely see over the steering wheel and had a handicap license plate. (Always a bad sign when you're in a hurry) She was going all but 5 mph. The speed limit is 35. The traffic started piling up behind me.  Then all the sudden, someone started honking and one guy yelled "BITCH, GET THE HELL OFF THE ROAD!".  I'm one of the most impatient drivers you might ever come across, but for one split second, I felt really sorry for this lady.  She finally pulled over and let everyone around her. I thought the dude screaming was gonna jump out of his big jacked up pickup and beat her ass. He was severely pissed. As I went around her, I looked at her. Her face was white as snow and she looked like she was scared to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point...  In Missouri, you can renew your license by just taking an eye test. I feel that &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; cotton-heads should have to retake the driving portion. That old lady obviously shouldn't have been driving. I would be more than willing to take it again when I'm old. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112489081401258138?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112489081401258138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112489081401258138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112489081401258138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112489081401258138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/riot-on-streets.html' title='RIOT ON THE STREETS!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112437278700208020</id><published>2005-08-18T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:46:27.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNIVERSARY!!</title><content type='html'>Today is me and the hubbys 10 year anniversary. If you knew all the shit we've been through you'd be giving us a standing ovation right now. I figure if we can make it through the extremely rocky waters, its smooth sailing from here on out. It doesnt feel like we've been married 10 years, but when I tell people we've been married a decade, it makes it seem longer.  LOL  Its funny how a 'decade' sounds WAY longer than 10 years. Anyway...please send many gifts. I can always use towels and red wine is always accepted. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112437278700208020?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112437278700208020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112437278700208020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112437278700208020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112437278700208020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/anniversary.html' title='ANNIVERSARY!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112437189297304364</id><published>2005-08-18T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:31:32.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another marathon??</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been reading my Runnersworld magazine and am thinking of running another marathon.  I cant decide whether to run Little Rock, AR/ Las Vegas, NV/ or the Rock-n-Roll marathon in San Francisco...?  Little Rock has the largest finishers medal in the US, so that is a big selling point!  ;)  Anyone been to Little Rock or San Francisco?  I've been to Vegas, but running down the strip would be fun. This will be the first year that they have a marathon that runs down the strip. It is on Dec. 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112437189297304364?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112437189297304364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112437189297304364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112437189297304364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112437189297304364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-marathon.html' title='Another marathon??'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170636.post-112351491275169658</id><published>2005-08-08T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T10:28:32.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamstring is Hamstrung!</title><content type='html'>Well, I had an idiot attack and agreed to get up early in the morning last week and run with my neighbor.  I'm not used to jumping straight out of bed and running 5 miles. Anyhow, by Friday my heel hurt and my hamstring was really sore.  I ran a 5K race Friday night, and probably shouldnt have. I dont know why I thought I could get up and run with my muscles all tight and cold. IDIOT!!  Now I will pay for it all freakin week. Thank goodness my next race isnt until late September.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170636-112351491275169658?l=mythotsjunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/feeds/112351491275169658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170636&amp;postID=112351491275169658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112351491275169658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170636/posts/default/112351491275169658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotsjunk.blogspot.com/2005/08/hamstring-is-hamstrung.html' title='Hamstring is Hamstrung!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07237583411775333383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CI5RAkDsCqo/R-zwXphqjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/YPlP0knhnhk/S220/n500942624_735415_7129.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
