<?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-9583161</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:47:22.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it for me</title><subtitle type='html'>A new beginning for me. I have made up my mind that this will be the year of re-inventing myself, both physically (gave birth to my third child in November) and mentally. The woman IN me getting OUT.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-115037089428569162</id><published>2006-06-15T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T04:28:14.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning, we are on vacation in VA Beach, it is just lovely, went to the beach day before yesterday, the kids had a blast, although the little one didn't like the waves to much, but he loved the shovel and bucket and just sat content and played for two hours with short breaks down to the cold water. Yesterday inspite of the rain was the highlight of our trip. I found Yarn!!!! Yes I am totally uncool and I knit. Eveyrwhere I have looked before I have only been able to find the yaky acrly, but I was actually able to find some lovely cotton, but now I can't find my knitting pins, so we will be off today to the store to get some of those, so I can start on my project.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to get ready for my day, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-115037089428569162?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/115037089428569162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=115037089428569162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/115037089428569162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/115037089428569162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-morning-we-are-on-vacation-in-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-114947114647180391</id><published>2006-06-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:32:26.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Yet anohter fabolous day. We went to my husbands work picnic, it was a blast. It was hosted at a park about 45 min drive from our home. The kids played all day, baskeball, baseball, then after we ate we walked over to the water, and fed the ducks and some other birds there, my baby has never seen birds that close up, he just loved it, kept trying to jump in the big "water", I really had to hold him, lol, he is so cute. Then on the drive home they all fell asleep, at 7 pm, and they slept all the way throught till this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;One thing I am hooked on is HGTV, OMG I can not get enough of it. I love all the cool shows, and just so wish I could have these fab designers come over to my house and do my home so fab. I would love them to do my backyard, my curbappeal, my entryway, my living room, the kithcen and diningroom, my bedroom and the masterbath, the kids rooms, and the guest bathroom LOL did I leave anything out? Well then I would love for them to do that too, and maybe a tummytuck and so on after I have this baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well nighty night, I will yap some more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-114947114647180391?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/114947114647180391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=114947114647180391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/114947114647180391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/114947114647180391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2006/06/yet-anohter-fabolous-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-114921088383828781</id><published>2006-06-01T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:14:43.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Still remember my password! Wow, so far between posts, wonder if anyone is still coming here. Much water has passed through the lake since I was on here last. I have moved and just about settled in here in the US, Love it. I had a lot of trouble getting my VISA, and was held up in Japan for over a month, but I also survived that, found out I am expecting my FOURTH!!!!!!! child, wow, 1 November. But I was glad on my kids behalf to stay there that much longer, they loved their school, and their friends, but now we are here, and life is still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My two older children had their last day of school today, My daughter got an A in reading, I am so proud of her, because she had to have extra reading help when she was in Kindergarten and 1st grade, held her own in 2 grade, and just Aced it in third grade, GO EVA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My son, he got an award in math, he is such a fast mover, they only had 26 days og school here, he had some adjustment problems here, and wasn't getting along with the kids, but look at him, and award!!!! GO CALEB!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I just signed them up for the summer reading program here at the local library, I love it, and they love it, we will be going there once a week to check out books, and keep their head on straight, so they wont forget all the stuff they have accomlpished this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-114921088383828781?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/114921088383828781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=114921088383828781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/114921088383828781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/114921088383828781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-remember-my-password-wow-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-113704142549577893</id><published>2006-01-11T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:50:25.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It has been like forever since I posted here, but I am still reading blogs, just don't seem to take the time to post myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Anywho, Happy New Year, may this be the best one ever. There are some big changes happening around us here, we are moving to the US, we are all getting very excited, and stressed, and all that follows the move, but it will be great once we are in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Who knows maybe this will be the year that I will start posting again, if so see you here, if not take care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;All the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;VW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-113704142549577893?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/113704142549577893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=113704142549577893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/113704142549577893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/113704142549577893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-112514899827786348</id><published>2005-08-27T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T06:23:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to ramble with my wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My hands are numb, but I feel fine, I am having some wine and just enjoying being here. I have not been posting like I want to, but that doesn't mean that I have forgotten, I have been reading the comments, and thinking about my friends here in blog-land, just being a mom with three kids has been keeping me so busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Monday school starts for my two older kids, Eva starts 3rd grade and Caleb will be in 1st grade, I am just amazed. I can't wait to see what challenges they will conquer and rise above. I know they will need all my support, I will do my best to provide that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Eyfinn is walking, only nine months now, and yet time has flown by so fast. I have been trying to enjoy every moment to its fullest, slipped here and there, but I keep thinking about how I miss Eva and Caleb when they were this age. I so love babies, love when they grow up, but miss the times when they were little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I will be back within the next few days to tell you all about how this new school year is going. Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-112514899827786348?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/112514899827786348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=112514899827786348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/112514899827786348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/112514899827786348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-to-ramble-with-my-wine.html' title='I love to ramble with my wine'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-112173271205210773</id><published>2005-07-18T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:25:12.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANCER NEWS FROM JOHN HOPKINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;   JUST A REMINDER.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;No plastic containers in microwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;No plastic water bottles in freezer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;No plastic wrap in microwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Johns Hopkins has recently sent this out in their newsletter -- it's definitely worth noting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; Dioxin Carcinogens cause cancer, especially breast cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Don't freeze your plastic water bottles with water as this releases dioxins  in the plastic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Dr. Edward Fujimoto from Castle Hospital was on a TV program explaining this health hazard. (He is the manager of the Wellness Program at the hospital.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;He  was talking about dioxins and how bad they are for us. He said that we should  not be heating our food in the microwave using plastic containers. This applies to foods that contain fat. He said that the combination of fat, high heat and plastics releases dioxins into the food and ultimately into the cells of the body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Dioxins are carcinogens and highly toxic to the cells of our bodies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Instead, he recommends using glass, Corning Ware or ceramic containers for heating food. You get the same results, without the dioxins.  So such things as TV dinners, instant ramen and soups, etc., should be removed from the container and heated in something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Paper isn't bad, but you don't know what's in the paper. It's just safer to use tempered glass, Corning  Ware, etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;He said we might remember when some of the fast food restaurants moved away  from the foam containers to paper. The dioxin problem is one of the reasons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;To add to this, Saran wrap placed over foods as they are nuked, with the high heat, actually drips poisonous toxins into the food; use paper towels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-112173271205210773?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/112173271205210773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=112173271205210773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/112173271205210773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/112173271205210773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/07/cancer-news-from-john-hopkins.html' title='CANCER NEWS FROM JOHN HOPKINS'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111927462076419981</id><published>2005-06-20T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:37:00.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It has been a while, but the kids are out of shcool, we have summer reading program, studying and fun fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am still loosing some weight, I am not being hard on myself, I am eating cake, and almost all what i want, but not to much of anything. I want to look good more than I want candy, so that is what is going on with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I have been drinking some wine tonight, so I keep mis-spelling, sorry about that. I just wanted to update you that I am still here, just so very busy with all my little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I will be back as soon as I find the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Love and Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111927462076419981?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111927462076419981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111927462076419981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111927462076419981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111927462076419981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-going-strong.html' title='Still going strong.'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111837896899336117</id><published>2005-06-09T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:49:28.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Pounds gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Yes that is right, I have accomplished my first goal of loosing 10 pounds of fat, I am so happy and proud of myself. I had promised me to go and get me some unmentionables when that goal was reached, and I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The story starts a little different than this, I had just lost 40 pounds when I got pregnant with my 6 mo old baby, so needless to say I have gained it all back, and then some, so I was over 220 pounds when he was born, but I just started counting from 195.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Now to my next milestone, anohter 10 pounds, yes and then I will only have two more to go. now my question is, how should I treat myself this time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Do you have any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111837896899336117?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111837896899336117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111837896899336117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111837896899336117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111837896899336117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-pounds-gone.html' title='10 Pounds gone!'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111809177433051612</id><published>2005-06-06T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:02:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought that this was pretty cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Especially when my birthday added up to 3, and just for fun, is this anything close to what you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Your birth date describes who we are, what we are good at and what our inborn abilities are. It also points to what we have to learn and the challenges we are facing.&lt;br /&gt;To figure out your Birth Number, add all the numbers in the birthdate together, like in the example, until there is only one digit. A Birth Number does not prevent you from being anything you want to be: it will just color your choice differently and give you a little insight.&lt;br /&gt;Example March 20, 1950 3 + 20 + 1950 = 1973 1 + 9 + 7 + 3 = 20 2 + 0 = 2 Keep going until you end up with a single digit number. 2 is the Birth&lt;br /&gt;Number to read for the birth date in the example. #1 THE ORIGINATOR, #2 THE PEACEMAKER, #3 THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, #4 THE CONSERVATIVE, #5 THE NONCONFORMIST, #6 THE ROMANTIC, #7 THE INTELLECTUAL , #8 THE BIG SHOT #9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;THE PERFORMER # 1 THE ORIGINATOR: 1s are originals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Coming up with new ideas and executing them is natural. Having things their own way is another trait that gets them as being stubborn and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;1s are extremely honest and do well to learn some diplomacy skills. They like to take the initiative and are often leaders or bosses, as they like to be the best. Being self-employed is definitely helpful for them.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson to learn : Others' ideas might be just as good or better and to stay open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 1s: Tom Hanks, Robert Redford, Hulk Hogan, Carol Burnett, Wynona Judd, Nancy Reagan, Raquel Welch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - THE PEACEMAKER:2s are the born diplomats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;They are aware of others' needs and moods and often think of others before themselves. Naturally analytical and very intuitive they don't like to be alone. Friendship and companionship is very important and can lead them to be successful in life, but on the other hand they'd rather be alone than in an uncomfortable relationship. Being naturally shy they should learn to boost their self-esteem and express themselves freely and seize the moment and not put things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 2s: President Bill Clinton, Madonna, Whoopee Goldberg, Thomas Edison, Wolfgang Amadeus, Mozart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - THE LIFE OF THE PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;3s are idealist. They are very creative, social, charming, romantic, and easygoing. They start many things, but don't always see them through. They like others to be happy and go to great lengths to achieve it. They are very popular and idealistic. They should learn to see the world from a more realistic point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 3s: Alan Alder, Ann Landers, Bill Cosby, Melanie Griffith, Salvador Dali, Jodi Foster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;# 4 - THE CONSERVATIVE: 4s are sensible and traditional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;They like order and routine. They only act when they fully understand what they are expected to do. They like getting their hands dirty and working hard. They are attracted to the outdoors and feel an affinity with nature. They are prepared to wait and can be stubborn and persistent. They should learn to be more flexible and to be nice to themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 4s: Turner, Paul Hogan, Oprah Winfrey, Dimakatso Mabaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 5 - THE NONCONFORMIST: 5s are the explorers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Their natural curiosity, risk taking, and enthusiasm often land them in hot water. They need diversity, and don't like to be stuck in a rut. The whole world is their school and they see a learning possibility in every situation. The questions never stop. They are well advised to look before they take action and make sure they have all the facts before jumping to conclusions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 5s: Abraham Lincoln, Charlotte Bronte, Jessica Walter,Vincent Van Gogh, Bette Midler, Helen Keller and Mark Hail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;# 6 - THE ROMANTIC: 6s are idealistic and need to feel useful to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;A strong family connection is important to them. Their actions influence their decisions have a strong urge to take care of others and to help. They are who take the friendship seriously. 6s should learn to differentiate between what they can change and what they cannot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 6s: Albert Einstein, Jane Seymour, John Denver, Meryl Streep,Christopher Columbus, Goldie Hawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;#7 - THE INTELLECTUAL: 7s are the searchers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Always probing for hidden information, they find it difficult to accept things at face value. Emotions don't sway their decisions. Questioning everything in life, they don't like to be questioned themselves. They're never off to a fast start, and their motto is slow and steady wins the race. They come across as philosophers and being very knowledgeable, and sometimes as loners. They are technically inclined and make great researchers uncovering information. They like secrets. They live in their own world and should learn what is acceptable and what not in the world at large. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 7s: William Shakespeare, Lucille Ball, Michael Jackson, Joan Baez, Princess Diana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;# 8 - THE BIG SHOT: 8s are the problem solvers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;They are professional, blunt and to the point, have good judgment and are decisive. They have grand plans and like to live the good life. They take charge of people. They view people objectively. They let you know in no uncertain terms that they are the boss. They should learn to exude their decisions on their own needs rather than on what others want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 8s: Edgar Cayce, Barbra Streisand, George Harrison, Jane Fonda, Pablo Picasso, Aretha Franklin, Nostrodamus, and Ron Connolly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;#9 - THE PERFORMER:9s are natural entertainers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;They are very caring and generous, giving away their last dollar to help.&lt;br /&gt;With their charm, they have noproblem making friends and nobody is a stranger to them. They have so many different personalities that people around them have a hard time understanding them.&lt;br /&gt;They are like chameleons, ever changing and blending in. They have tremendous luck, but also can suffer from extremes in fortune and mood. To be successful, they need to build a loving foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Famous 9s: Albert Schweitzer, Shirley MacLaine, Harrison Ford,Jimmy Carter, Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111809177433051612?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111809177433051612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111809177433051612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111809177433051612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111809177433051612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-thought-that-this-was-pretty-cute.html' title='I thought that this was pretty cute'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111783531701292728</id><published>2005-06-03T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:48:37.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I love a good mystery, and forensic science, my friend emailed me this one, what do you think, is it really a true story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;In 1994 at the annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science,AAFS.&lt;br /&gt;The President Dr Don Harter Mills astounded his audience with legal complications of a bizarre death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 23, 1994 a medical officer examined the body of Ronald Opus.&lt;br /&gt;He concluded that Mr Opus had died as a result of a shotgun wound to the head.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Opus had jumped from the top of a ten strory building intending to commit suicide. He had left a note to the effect indicating his despondency.&lt;br /&gt;As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Neither the shooter nor the the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.&lt;br /&gt;Orinarily a person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Mr Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.&lt;br /&gt;In the room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly couple.&lt;br /&gt;They were arguing vigorously and the husband was threatening the wife with a shotgun. The husband was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr Opus in the head, on his way down.&lt;br /&gt;When one intends to kill a subject A but kills subject B by mistake one is guilty of murder of subject B&lt;br /&gt;When confronted with the charge of murder the old man and his wife were adamant and both said that they thought the gun was unloaded.&lt;br /&gt;The old man explained that it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with an un-loaded shotgun during the course of their arguments. He had no intention to murder her.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the killing of Mr Opus appeared to be an unfortunate accident; that is, if the gun had been accidently loaded.&lt;br /&gt;The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the argument and fatal shooting.&lt;br /&gt;It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the ponpensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his Father would shoot his Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Since the loader of the gun, was aware of this, he was guilty of murder even though he didn't actually pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.&lt;br /&gt;Now cexquisite exquisit twist.&lt;br /&gt;Further investigations revealed that the son was in fact, Ronald Opus.&lt;br /&gt;He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his Mother's murder on March 23rd 1994 he went to the the top of the ten story building and jumped off, only to be killed by a shotgun blast through the ninth story window.&lt;br /&gt;The son had actually murdered himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A True Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111783531701292728?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111783531701292728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111783531701292728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111783531701292728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111783531701292728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-good-mystery-and-forensic.html' title=''/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111725880843106793</id><published>2005-05-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:40:08.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It's raining, it's pooring..... Well that is what it is doing here anyways, and we have a long weekend, so that sucks, but I guess we just have to make the best of it anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My baby-boy is 6 and a half months old, but I had to throw out all his 6-9 mos clothes, he has simply grown out of them, so I went and did a little shopping, bought 12 mos clothes, and they do look good on him, he is so handsome. My 6 year old is doing great, he is writing his list to Santa, always good to be prepared, he is using "inventive" writing, just guessing how he spell things, and my my my, he is so impressing me. He is just learning to read, and just so eager to learn, that he is sitting down trying to write, and enjoying it. WOW I wish I had that kind of go when I was his age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My 7 year old daughter is just getting her fingernails painted, I better go and help her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111725880843106793?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111725880843106793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111725880843106793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111725880843106793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111725880843106793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-raining-its-pooring.html' title=''/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111621673871981708</id><published>2005-05-15T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T12:51:36.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Pounds and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh yes! I have lost 6 pounds, and it feels grrrrrrrreat. Started running around the track last Friday, and doing some stomach exercises, so hopefully this trend will keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I did have a lovely lunch with my dear friend, it was such a nice time to sit and chat. We went to this quite posh Sushi place, it is just so delicious, I love being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My husband is almost all better, he is still on pain medication, but hopefully will be all better at the end of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My son is not doing so well at school this week, and it just breaks my heart, he is already grounded, and I told him the rules, and I have to follow through with them, or it will be of no use, and I so want for him to start making better choices, so he can have all good days in school, I just love that little fellow so much, and that is why I need to be so strict yet loving with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My baby boy had his 6 months appointment this morning, he is growing so well, and is just one big bundle of joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My daughter is doing really well in school, I am so very proud of how well she is doing, and I want the same for all of my kids, to reach their full potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well gotta go finish my dusting and vacuuming, fun fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111621673871981708?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111621673871981708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111621673871981708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111621673871981708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111621673871981708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/05/6-pounds-and-counting.html' title='6 Pounds and Counting'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111572648778747297</id><published>2005-05-10T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T05:01:27.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing after the other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well my sister is safe back in Denmark, it took her about 33 hours to get home, she had to spend the night in Tokyo. I am so happy that she came, and that we were able to share this time together.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend went well, my husband took me out both for breakfast, for lunch I had ice-cream, and then for dinner I had sushi, I just love to eat.... Then I noticed that he was starting to walk a little funny, like he is leaning over, he said his back was hurting again (this happened last oct. 2003) so I had to take him into the doctor on Monday. They gave him a shot in the back side, and he has been home for two days. He is just to scared to take all that medicine, so he is still walking crooked, poor guy, so that has not left me with a lot of time on my puter.&lt;br /&gt;Now after all this nursing, I am so sleepy, it is only 21:05, but I am ready to go to bed, and believe me I need the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my beautisleep on, cause I am meeting with my dear friend Flirt tomorrow. Take care all, and have a wonderful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111572648778747297?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111572648778747297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111572648778747297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111572648778747297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111572648778747297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-thing-after-other.html' title='One thing after the other'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111538653252267575</id><published>2005-05-06T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T06:35:32.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so empty here now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;After two and a half weeks with my sister here, it is rather empty and quiet here. We used to fight all the time when we were kids, but are getting along great now. We are very different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;She is so organized, and I am definately not, just always barely keeping up with stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;She likes to go go go all the time, I like it more quiet and peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;She is sinlge with no children, I am married with 3 children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;She has finished numerous schools, I barely finished High School, and I only did it to prove my step mom wrong after I heard that she thought I was going to end up as a bum after moving out of her and my dad's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;She doesn't like to drink, I love a glass or more of wine beer and other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I coulds probably come up with a lot more differences, but this will do for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I just found out that I am going to be an Auntie next year, my brother and his wife are having a baby in November, I am so thrilled. I love that I will actually be an auntie also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111538653252267575?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111538653252267575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111538653252267575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111538653252267575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111538653252267575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-so-empty-here-now.html' title='It&apos;s so empty here now'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111428796277151811</id><published>2005-04-23T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:26:02.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying myself</title><content type='html'>It is just so nice to have my sister here. She is helping me with the baby, so I can clean up my home, and then after lunch we go and shop or look around here a little. I am hoping that the weather will clear up this week it has been raining cats and dogs this weekend so we can go to the beach and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out running with my husband one morning last week, and I am still sore, but I am planning on going again every other day. I get up at 4:30 am to run, and that is hard, but I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111428796277151811?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111428796277151811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111428796277151811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111428796277151811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111428796277151811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/04/enjoying-myself.html' title='Enjoying myself'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111378510344292823</id><published>2005-04-17T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:45:03.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;What is going on with these pedofiles that keep getting out of jail, I just don't understand how they are given a second chance! Why are we taken the risk of letting them back out into the society and giving them an opportunity to break the law again, I think they give that right up when they do their first offence, by violating a child, why are their rights not the most important rights to defend, that should be our first and most important duty. It just sickens me to hear when they are talking about that these monsters are human and have rights, I couldn't disagree more, and now they are talking about that we need to make the law stricter and keep better track of these monsters, I tell you a much more effective and cheaper way to solve this problem is to impose the death penalty for such crimes, we would eliminate repeat offenders and we wouldn't have to waste taxpayers money on keeping track of these people. How about that! Why do we feel that we have to offer them to live in our neighborhoods and have a job and live their lives like nothing ever happened? Why not impose zero-tolerance policy on them? They put zero-tolerance on kids that are not even half the threat, they haven't done anything wrong, some just by accident or what ever bring a zero-tolerance item to school (yes I know there are kids that do break the law, but most don't) and they are being punished, but when it comes to grown men violating our most valuable members of our society they get a second chance????? Now tell me how that makes any sense. This just infuriates me. I think we need to wake up and get things straightened out, stop beating around the bushes and put our priorities straight. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well gotta go and take care of my house :-). My sister is coming tomorrow!! YEahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111378510344292823?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111378510344292823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111378510344292823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111378510344292823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111378510344292823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-been-thinking.html' title='I have been thinking'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111351380435240554</id><published>2005-04-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:23:24.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Last night I had the strangest dream, I dreamt I got a job with the local Zoo here, the people were very nice, and I had fun, then towards the end of the day the owner of the Zoo came to me and told me that they really didn't need another administrative person working there, and if I would mind working with the animals, I then went with one of the other ladies, when we walked by the alligators pond, there wasn't even a fence all around it, and the lady said it was ok, and that the alligators got to roam around the Zoo as they pleased, then we came upon one of the alligators, and my job was to clean all the gunk off it with a toothbrush.... Can you imagine?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My sister is coming to visit me all the way from Denmark on Tuesday, I am so excited, I don't even know what we should do first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am planning on taking her around the island and taste some of everything they serve here, I love the food and it will give me an excuse to eat out too :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My kids are still enjoying their spring break, it is nice to have them home, but I am baffled on how hooked they are on TV, every time we come home from the park the first question they ask is if they can watch TV, I tell them no constantly, and I try to explain to them that they need to stop it, it is not good to watch to much. I do love having them home, we don't need to rush around, and this weekend my son has been invited over for a sleepover, his first ever, he is so excited, and I am so excited for him, he is going to the sweetest lady I know here, she is always taking so good care of her sons and doing fun stuff with them, then my other friend offered to take my daughter and my little one, wow me and daddy can go out on the town and go silly. I miss those days, we always have so much fun when we go out, it just doesn't happen much any more, that we go out, we still have fun, thank God for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have some rolls in the oven and they are just ready to eat now, any one care for a cup of coffee and some hot rolls??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111351380435240554?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111351380435240554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111351380435240554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111351380435240554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111351380435240554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111325770636995359</id><published>2005-04-11T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:15:06.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spriiiing Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I loooooove Spring Break, no rushing around in the morning; I can sleep in until 6:30; and just go and hang out on this Tropical Paradise that I am so fortunate to call my home for yet another summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday was me and my husbands 7 year anniversary, and we are still going strong. We have had some serious bumps, but we have survived, and I would say inspite of it all pretty happy. I always think of me and him when I hear the Shanaia Twain song "Looks Like we made it" I had plenty of people warning me to not marry him, but I didn't listen, and I wouldn't miss my way of life now for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;SO yesterday we were going out to eat lunch first, we were going to meet at my favorite place for buffalo wings, and wouldn't you know they were closed until 4:30 pm, so I just told him we would go to Popeyes, he only had one hour lunch, so we did, then last night we were going to my favorite Chinese place, and we drive up there, and it was closed as well, by so we went by another restaurant that we both like as well and guess what! It was closed, by that time we were so hungry that we ended up eating at Burger King. Oh well we are planning on going out this Saturday minus kids, wish us luck. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I was going to post our wedding picture, but I can't get the freaking scanner to work, we werent' high tech back then, so no digital photos of that, but if I get  a great picture today of my kids maybe I will post that tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am getting my kids ready this morning for our first Spring Break Adventure, we are going to a beautiful park here, where we will spend all day running and having fun. I just can't wait. Tata for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111325770636995359?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111325770636995359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111325770636995359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111325770636995359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111325770636995359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/04/spriiiing-break.html' title='Spriiiing Break!'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111311131406783278</id><published>2005-04-09T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:35:14.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I have been neglecting my blog something so terrible, and I can really feel that I miss the people that had started commenting here, and as I myself would do if I was visiting a blog with not so many updates, I would probably stop looking at it. Well I would hate if that happened here, so this month I have decided that this will be one of my changes to blog at least every other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Monday 11 April is our anniversary, try and guess how long me and my husband have been married? I will post a wedding picture of us and tell you all a little more about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I have some errands to do, so I will keep it short for today, but I will be back later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111311131406783278?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111311131406783278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111311131406783278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111311131406783278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111311131406783278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111282969904457387</id><published>2005-04-06T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T16:21:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Blogger What are You Doing Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Arghhhhh... I had written this loooong post yesterday to make up for "forever not making anything readable" and when I went to post is my time had run out, and the post is forever lost, so I will try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, I was just talking about my children, my 6 year old son is so cute and great at giving compliments, one day he told me "Mom, you don't even look like a mom, you look like a teenager, that takes care of some kids" Guess if that just didn't make my day? He is also really good and just telling me "You look beautiful today" I don't know where he got it from, I know it is not his dad, but in any case, if I dear to let it go to my head, then my 7 year old daughter is sure to have my selfesteem come crashing back down to earth like this, one day we were looking in Readers Digest, there was an add for some migrane medication, it was a picture with a lady, but instead of her head, they had put Frankenstein's head on, and my daughter told me " Mom, that kinda looks like you" or how about when I was getting ready to go out one night she told me "I guess we are having another baby" I asked her "Why do you think that" to what she replied "I can see your belly is growing again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111282969904457387?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111282969904457387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111282969904457387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111282969904457387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111282969904457387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogger-blogger-what-are-you-doing.html' title='Blogger Blogger What are You Doing Today!'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111250101610745817</id><published>2005-04-02T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:03:36.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111250101610745817?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111250101610745817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111250101610745817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111250101610745817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111250101610745817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/04/not.html' title='Not'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111230393281084134</id><published>2005-03-31T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:18:52.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to trick my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Is there anyone out there with a good April Fools gag that I can do on my husband?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to tell him that I am pregnant or anything like that. Last year my friend called him at work and told him that I had been taking in to custody. The police had first caught me speeding in the school zone, and when they tried to give me a ticket I had became violent and lashed out at the officer, and they had to subdue me and arrest me, and would you believe that he fell for it....&lt;br /&gt;Well I really want to get him good again this year, I just can't think of anything really good to trick him with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111230393281084134?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111230393281084134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111230393281084134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111230393281084134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111230393281084134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-want-to-trick-my-husband.html' title='I want to trick my husband'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111140602122987738</id><published>2005-03-21T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T03:53:41.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML wow, I am actually getting it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;But I just don't have much time to sit down and play with it. To much stuff to do all the time, but oh well, someday it will happen, it is just a lot of fun to have found something to look forward to do.&lt;br /&gt;I have just met this really nice lady from Iceland, and we are going for Sushi tomorrow, we just talk and talk and I love talking, so it is great fun to have some one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Well I must be off now, she might be coming over tomorrow, and I have stacks of laundry in the living room that needs my attention.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111140602122987738?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111140602122987738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111140602122987738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111140602122987738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111140602122987738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/03/html-wow-i-am-actually-getting-it.html' title='HTML wow, I am actually getting it!'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-111069668002071515</id><published>2005-03-12T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:16:14.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am feeling a little guilty these days. My dear friend Flirt designed this page for me, and I just absolutely love it, but seeing what she can do has inspired me to see what I can do. Not that I ever think I would measure up to her standards, I just would love to be able to do something creative on my own. NOT to worry, I am absolutely happy with how this page is looking, and this will always be my home, but if you go to my other blogs (listed under my profile) then you can see that I am starting to play with the html. It is just plain addictive, my children are beeing neglected and my dear husband only gets grunts as replys when he is trying to ask me something, cause this is just so confusing. Well I will give an update on what I am learning. Right now I am trying to start figuring out how to create my own template, I hate to use other peoples stuff, we will just see how it is going.&lt;br /&gt;Later my dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-111069668002071515?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/111069668002071515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=111069668002071515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111069668002071515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/111069668002071515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-again.html' title='A hello again'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110988474683240465</id><published>2005-03-03T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T13:19:06.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little at the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My little girl just got a new poncho from my friend, it is pink and looks perfect on her, yesterday morning, I did her hair in two balls, and put some flowers-pins in her hair, she looked sooooo cute, when we were walking to the bus stop, I could see her looking at her own reflection, and she felt so good about herself, that just made my day to see her smile at herself and feel good about herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My son has been doing so well in school. We were having a little adjustment trouble for the first half of the school. I have been bribing him, if you read an earlier post you can see, that people were telling me to get him tested for ADHD, but I told them NO, I will not give my son medication, there is nothing wrong with him, he just needs to get adjusted to kindergarten, then they moved him from his class, and we have a new baby in the home, so there are a lot of things that he had to get used to, and low and behold, he received green light all this week, and I am taking him to the movies this weekend, and I will spoil him a little, and encourage him to do well in school (so what if I bribe him, it works). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My baby boy is just the cutest baby in this world. I went to this "breastfeeding club" yesterday, boy was he the handsomest baby there, and boy was he bigger than two 5 months old babies that were there, he is 3 and a half months old. I just love my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;As of me, well I am still maintaining my weight at 190,5 pounds, and it is driving me nuts, I so want to loose it, but now Easter is coming, and they are selling the Easter Cadbury's eggs, they are my favorite, I ate the whole bag in two days ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH, but today is a new day, and I will continue walking for an hour and a half, and maybe do some crunches at home, and just not eat after dinner, and wait for Easter to pass, hopefully they will sell out of the eggs before I go to the store next week, and after Easter they wont sell it 50% off, I can't pass up a deal like that can I???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110988474683240465?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110988474683240465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110988474683240465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110988474683240465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110988474683240465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-at-time.html' title='A little at the time'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110984958600042503</id><published>2005-03-03T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T03:33:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi I am back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Hi everyone ;-), not because I have wanted to, but it seems like every time I get comfortable and start writing one of my dear children need my attention, so I have not been able to sit down and write, and then I have also started knitting and doing some crochet, so there just is not much time for other things. I have been thinking about what to write about, and I have been reading my friends blogs, so it's not like I am totally out of touch, just a little busy.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am getting ready to go to bed, hope all is well with you and hope things will slow down here in babyland. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110984958600042503?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110984958600042503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110984958600042503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110984958600042503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110984958600042503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi-i-am-back.html' title='Hi I am back'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110889879018192357</id><published>2005-02-20T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T03:26:30.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok this is from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stacy68.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The Peanut Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; and is REALLY long, and I copied it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misfitmoondchild.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.misfitmoondchild.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;, took me a while, but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;...Have you ever...???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt; - I HAVE to cover my grays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been a DJ&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- Have I played records before&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Professionally? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been arrested&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt; - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Held a tarantula&lt;/strong&gt; - Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/strong&gt; - No. Just myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, I do every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt; - Do not have the patience for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done a striptease&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bungee jumped&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grown and eaten my own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touched an iceberg&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes many many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Built your own PC from parts&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asked out a stranger&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rode on a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rode on a motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt; - More than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adopted an accent for an entire day -&lt;/strong&gt; Does sign language count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rode a horse&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had major surgery&lt;/strong&gt; - Does removing kidney stones count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loved your job for all accounts&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken care of someone who was sh*t faced&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, and been taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt; - I am satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt; - Do fish count?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backpacked in Europe&lt;/strong&gt; - Does walking to school count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh yes! Many!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sky diving&lt;/strong&gt; - No desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed your name&lt;/strong&gt; - When I got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;/strong&gt; - Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benchpressed your own weight&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alphabetized your records&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt; - Being a mother of a 6 year old, what do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, but that is ancient history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scuba diving&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done something you should regret, but don't regret it&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parasailed&lt;/strong&gt; - No desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/strong&gt; -I don't think they had one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Started a business&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swordfought for the honor of a woman&lt;/strong&gt; - Um, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written your own computer language&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten married&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, and I am glad I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt; - Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten divorced&lt;/strong&gt; - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had sex at the office&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/strong&gt; -No but my kids have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rode a gondola&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt; - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;/strong&gt; - Um, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafted the Snake River&lt;/strong&gt; - No, but a river in Iceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found out someone was going to dump you via Blogger&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masturbated in a public place&lt;/strong&gt; - Not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got so drunk you don't remember anything!&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh gawd yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt; - Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes. Singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recorded music&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, solo I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten shark&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a one-night stand&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;/strong&gt; - I wish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bought a house&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a combat zone&lt;/strong&gt; - Like war? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/strong&gt; - My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on a cruise ship&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/strong&gt; - Verbally, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt; - I used to model for hair and my mom's friend clothing store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raised children&lt;/strong&gt; - In progress with three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;/strong&gt; - Ack, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt; - Yummi, yes last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Called or written your Congress person&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept through an entire flight&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/strong&gt; - No, I hate bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt; - All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had plastic surgery&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, Venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost over 100 pounds at one time&lt;/strong&gt; - I've lost 40lbs at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piloted an airplane&lt;/strong&gt; - No, but flight sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petted a stingray&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken someone's heart&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helped an animal give birth&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes at a sheep farm in Iceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh gawd yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had sex on a moving train&lt;/strong&gt; - No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I really did it. Now I am off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110889879018192357?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110889879018192357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110889879018192357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110889879018192357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110889879018192357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok-this-is-from-peanut-queen-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110868725727879018</id><published>2005-02-17T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T16:40:57.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a little Manic today :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;No I don't suffer from the disorder, but I am getting excited about my plan, and I just have to share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My first goal is to loose at least 15 pounds before middle of April, I know I can easely do that, but I am setting goals that I know I can reach, and I would rather be happy about going beyond reaching my goal, than to set something a little harder and be disapointed, especially since I have a little baby in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;But I was thinking that I will take Flirt out on the town when I have reached my goal, I have yet to talk to her about this, but we have been talking about going out, she is a very busy lady, and as I said I am feeling a little manic today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Last night I had such a nice evening with my husband, we were watching "Ladder 49" it is a good one, I had bought some Sushi to celebrate that he had completed a project, but no beer, and I just said it would be so much better with a little beer, then he just got up and left the room, I thought he had heard the kids, and was in talking with them, but no, in the tropical downpoor he ran to the store to get me some beer to wash down my Sushi, it came back drenched in rain, it was so sweet :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well let me get up and get some work done, it was lovely to share this with you all. Have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110868725727879018?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110868725727879018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110868725727879018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110868725727879018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110868725727879018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/02/feeling-little-manic-today.html' title='Feeling a little Manic today :-)'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110859743625626045</id><published>2005-02-16T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T15:43:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Hey I'm Back to my regular self, I just stopped whining, put on my favorite music right now Alicia Keyes, and got the house pretty much together, and I even lost one pound. I feel all better, now it is just a matter of keeping it up. My sister is coming from Denmark to visit me in April, and I want to have lost at least 15 pounds by then, and I know I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My strategy is to walk every day for at least one hour, stop eating at 19 30, and once I am used to that, I can do another change ( I have already gotten rid of most of the chocolate in my house), I am on the right track now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am going to the breastfeeding group, I know I need to meet some other moms, maybe I can get a babysitter swap so I can go to the gym a couple a times a week. That would be so lovely. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well I only have one hour, and I need to get off my butt and do my morning routine now, so I will see you all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110859743625626045?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110859743625626045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110859743625626045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110859743625626045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110859743625626045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/02/out-of-dump.html' title='Out of the dump'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110842317766120070</id><published>2005-02-14T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:19:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I am in a dump right now, I am beating myself up, cause I have been eating to much chocolate, Cadburys is my downfall, and my weight is inching upwards insead of down ARGHHHHHH. Why am I doing this to myself. I was down to a size 8 when I got pregnant, I know what to do to get down there again, but I keep telling myself that I will start fresh tomorrow, but when tomorrow comes I go and have another pity party for myself again. I need to loose this weight. I feel so unattractive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;To top it of the lady that cut my hair did a poor job, she just chomped it off instead of doing like I told her, it looks terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't feel like cleaning up right now after my Valentines party, I cooked a lovely dinner and had strawberries dipped in chocolate (from a small leftover of a huge chocolate bar I devoured yesterday) and then my dear husband brought me more chocolate, (also flowers and perfume) so guess what I am doing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Well thank you for listening, now I am putting a fake smile on my face and just start cleaning up, maybe put some music on and just fly through my house, it will only take me half an hour, and I will feel so much better when it is done. Hopefully I will be able to write something a bit more positive then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110842317766120070?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110842317766120070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110842317766120070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110842317766120070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110842317766120070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me!'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110824857498716278</id><published>2005-02-12T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:49:34.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Yes this is still me, and no I did not do this on my own. Flirt my dear friend has taken some of her precious time and devoted it to give my blog a facelift, I am so happy. Look I even have my favorite blogs listed on the sidebar. Wow how fabulous, thank you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;I am so technically challenged, I would have never ever figured this out, so I am eternally grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I have been busy with all my children this last week. They do take up a lot of time :-), right now I am deep cleaning my daughters room, believe you me it is needed. She is such a pack rat, that she inherited from her dad, and she loves to paint and any crafty things, and then she can not part with any of her artwork, so it becomes quite cluttered there. Well I have finally talked with her about having her room nice and organized, but first we need to get rid of all this stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Other than that things are fine right now, my son is much calmer, he is doing great in school, and my baby is just getting bigger and bigger, he is 3 months old already. I will be posting more soon, just need to get everyone ready for church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110824857498716278?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110824857498716278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110824857498716278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110824857498716278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110824857498716278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/02/look-at-me.html' title='Look at me :-)'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110747796297116529</id><published>2005-02-03T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:47:05.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents responsibility</title><content type='html'>What a day it has been. I went to this breastfeeding group, and met this lady, I tell you I can not believe the crap that came out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she seemed ok, I thought she seemed a little strange, but I like to meet people, and try not to judge the book by its cover, so I started talking with her. She has a 3 month old baby, and was very loving towards it, then she started complaining about her stepdaughter, that she just is not doing her homework and not being responsible, she is 9 years old for crying out loud. I said I have a 7 and a half year old and homework is not exactly her favorite thing to do either, and I remember when I was that age, I would much rather play and hang out with my friends. She talked with such repulse in her voice and her whole attitude made it clear that this poor girl is not in a good situation. Anyway, I wanted to start cussing her out, I myself had a stepmom, and it was no dance on roses. But I know by doing that I am not helping this little girl, she had already told me she would be back next week, I had not planned on going then, but I changed my mind, and trying to find the right words so I can let her understand that she is not fixing the situation. She is a parent to this girl, and she deserves to be loved and guided to make the right choices, not yelled at, it will only bring her resentment and no peace to the family. What is wrong with some people, do they think a child is supposed to bring peace a calm to a family? We are the adults we need to take charge and guide our children to become good people. We can not blame our children for how the home is run, it is our responsibility to raise them, yelling and spanking does no good in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is a challenge, believe me I have not always made good choices on how to raise him, I was yelling and fussing at him, it might bring a instant relief, but what am I teaching my child?? This is what made me go and look for advice and get help, cause I was tired of it, it was not working. I had to make some drastic choices for him, I took all his toys out of his room, made up a calendar if he gets 3 dots for the day he gets no toy, if he gets 2 dots he gets one toy back, and no dot 2 toys back, this has worked wonders, we were also having listening issues at school, when he gets a green light (meaning he had a good day) he gets a toy, and when he gets a whole week of green lights I have promised him we will go bowling, this week he only has one yellow light (not a great day), I tell you it has made a world of a difference in my life and in his life, he knows now that he has to make good choices to be able to play with his toys and so forth. Before I did this I sat down with him and had a talk, I explained that we have to change how things are going here, and told him what was going to happen, let him see that I was serious, we hung up the calendar together, and we are steadedly doing progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my children and I want them to be happy and content and the best gift I can give them is to teach them how to be good people, that when you do good you get rewarded, privileges and so forth, when you don't, there are consequences. I think I have accomplished that. Do you have an opinion or suggestions? Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110747796297116529?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110747796297116529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110747796297116529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110747796297116529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110747796297116529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/02/parents-responsibility.html' title='Parents responsibility'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110716824475531659</id><published>2005-01-31T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:08:37.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head on over to Flirt in a Skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My dear friend Flirt is donating $ 1 for every comment for only today, so hurry over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flirtinaskirt.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;www.flirtinaskirt.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; let us see if we can break the 500 comments and do a world of good. You even get to choose your cause, I promise you wont be sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110716824475531659?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110716824475531659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110716824475531659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110716824475531659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110716824475531659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/head-on-over-to-flirt-in-skirt.html' title='Head on over to Flirt in a Skirt'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110691114791717497</id><published>2005-01-28T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:08:13.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faroe Islands, my Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;My dear friend Vegemite (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dayinlifeofvegemiteinajar.blogspot.com/)(Sorry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.dayinlifeofvegemiteinajar.blogspot.com/)(Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;, have still to figure about out the cool stuff everyone else is doing) posted such a lovely post on Australia, and made me think of my home which is the Faroe Islands.&lt;br /&gt;It is a small country only about 50.000 people live there, we have the one of the smallest capitals Torshavn with 15.000 people, and you are never more than 5 km away from the ocean at any point on any of the islands, so yes it is very small, yet we have our own language, money, stamps and a lot of other very up to date and cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It is also called the weather gods tumble yard, cause the weather there can change very quickly, you never know what you can expect, rain (mostly), sun(but never hot), or fog, snow, a hail storm, but not very often hurricane strength storms. In the summer time it is beautiful very green fields with lots of sheep (yummy).&lt;br /&gt;A lot of our free time is spent at our friends house, after dinner or school or whenever you get off work it is very common that you go over to your friends house for a cup of coffee or tea, spend a few hours laughing and gossiping, then go home, I must say, it is one of the things I miss the most about being home, and then off course our cuisine. I love the food it is very rich in flavor especially our rast kjot (which is meat that has been hung out for a few months and is just inbetween dried and fresh, then we cook it potatoes and vegetables, it is oh so delish, then we also eat dried meat, we put it on bread and eat it with a hot cup of tea, yummy, then we also eat lots and lots of fish, dried, and between dried and fresh and of course fresh, sorry folks can't talk anymore of it, it is just making me homesick. Well I have to talk abut it, might make me a bit unpopular with some, but oh well; we are one of the few nations that still hunt whales, and all this stuff you have heard from Green Peace is just plain lies, it always infuriates me, when I see one of their movies and I do not support them because of the stuff they have put out about us. We do kill the whales, but we do it in the most humane way possible, it is only because it is out in the ocean and not at some slaughter house (where it is much much worse, but not open to the public) that we have gotten such a bad rep. We never kill for fun only for food, and one of the best parts is that the single parents and old people also get a share, nobody earns any money, so everyone wins, and it is good tasting and healthy food, we even eat the blubbler, and use the teeth for jewelry, so not much of the whale goes to waste, and if there is enough of meat in the village, then the whales go to another village. And that is all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;Most people from the Faroe Islands are very proud of being Faroese, but we still belong to Denmark, but don't you go hit your head and call me Danish, at the very most you can call me Faroese/Danish. We are very different from the Danish people even if we share other customs and the Royal Crown. If you met us, you would definitely notice the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110691114791717497?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110691114791717497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110691114791717497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110691114791717497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110691114791717497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/faroe-islands-my-home.html' title='The Faroe Islands, my Home'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110674291326430137</id><published>2005-01-26T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:07:45.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I was on my way to bed but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 6 year old son is pretty active, he just started kindergarten, we just had a little baby, so all these changes have been affecting him a little, anyhow he goes to Sunday School, and his teacher there is having a little trouble "controlling" him, and did not want my son to participate in game time, this all came as a surprise to me, as he had never mentioned anything to me, in addition he had someone else come and talk to me about this, which I find pretty odd. I am pretty calm, so I went and had a word with his teacher, wanting to tell him, that he just need to talk to me and I would be there and help him, I don't think I am one of those that just dump my "stuff" on other people.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we had not talked for very long, when he asked me if we had had my son evaluated for ADHD or whatever that is called. I told him no, and told him about that there have been a lot of things my son has been having to adjust to, and that if he needed any help with my child, that he needed to come and talk with me about it first, not just wait until he was at the end of the rope. I would be more than happy to help out in any way he needed.&lt;br /&gt;All this made me think about that there has been so much of this ADD stuff. I know that this is a problem for a lot of people, some do need help, but I also think that we are inclined to just take a pill, and all the trouble goes away, when at least with my son he just needs a little more work than a lot of other children. I do not want my son on some medication to dull him. I have seen what it does to some children and it is just heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to take care of our children, and not become lazy, give them a pill and think the troubles will all just go away. In my sons case I know he does not need that kind of intervention, he needs more guidance and more patience. What kind of mother would I be if I can't give him that. He is very active, his mind goes like popcorn from the time he wakes up till he goes to sleep, but with a calm home, calm interaction with him, he calms down as well. Let our children be children, and let us parents take good care of them, so they can become happy and whole people when they grow up. That is the best gift we can give them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110674291326430137?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110674291326430137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110674291326430137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110674291326430137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110674291326430137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-people.html' title='Some People...'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110648535199234499</id><published>2005-01-23T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:07:02.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technically Challenged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I must start this one out with telling you all Thank You for stopping by and leaving me comments, I think it is so cool to have met all you lovely people, my only trouble is that I just can't figure out how to link you all, and this has really been keeping me up many sleepless nights, cause I so would like to have your buttons and so on posted and prettyfying my blog, but until I can figure it out, please just bear with me, and know in your hearts that it is not because I am not appreciative, just my shortcomings in the technical world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today we had the big bash for my son, he had invited a few friends from school and we celebrated big style at the bowling alley, he had a ball, I had instructed him that he could only say thank you for gifts, he has been known to throw a hissy fit when someone gives him clothing or other items that he does not see fit for his collection of worldly goods, I had to explain to him that his friends had been working hard on choosing him a special present and even if they did not know exactly what he wanted, that they had tried, but I had not needed to worry, he got some awesome gifts, and he was genuinely grateful for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been no random thoughts for me today, nothing that I have been pondering upon, so I will just keep on rambling a little, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my fellow bloggers I just wish you happy week, and hopefully on my morning walk I will find something interesting to ramble about. Until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110648535199234499?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110648535199234499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110648535199234499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110648535199234499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110648535199234499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/technically-challenged.html' title='Technically Challenged!'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110631163060719745</id><published>2005-01-21T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:09:06.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been busy around here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Gosh it has been quite busy around here. My babyboy go this shots two days ago, and has just not been himself until now, so that is why I haven't been here blogging, only reading others bloggs while feeding the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about the picture with me and Mr. Bo Diddley, I had planned on putting that in my profile, but somehow it ended up as a post, oh well, my company put up a concert and I was selected to go and meet him, I was ecstatic, what an honor, how cool, so that is one of my favorite pictures with me in it. Not because of me, but because it is with the MAN himself. What I love the most about him, is that he calls Rap music Rap Crap, and I just couldn't agree with him more Sorry to all the rap-lovers, to me it is not music, and I have a legend that would back me up! So there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still celebrating my sons 6th birthday, he just can't get enough, and anything we do is to "celebrate" he is just to funny.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.day-without-rain.org/sandee/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.day-without-rain.org/sandee/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;, what an inspiration to all of us. Who can complain about the little stuff, when there is someone that has a load like this to carry, and still does it with such grace. She is a rock. Thank you Flirt for introducing her.&lt;br /&gt;When you are like me, with not many worries, going out your daily business, I do think that I am thankful for every day, and I think about how lucky I am, when I see all what I have been blessed with, but I still find myself complaining about the weather, or other insignificant matters, then I turn around and I am met with such a phenomenal personality, it makes me think twice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to, thank you Google for such a wonderful tool, to bring people from all walks of life, from everywhere around the world to be able to share their stories, and whatever comes to our mind, this is an awesome tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here with my cheap, but good glass of wine, it is Friday night, I could be out partying, but I choose not to, instead my 2 older children are looking cute and goofy with their 3D glasses on watching Spy Kids, my babyboy is sleeping in the pram in the hallway, that is his best spot until I go to bed, then he snuggles with me, and I can sit here and read about other people and leave a friendly comment when I choose to do so. I feel pretty damn lucky tonight, I don't think it is only the wine talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110631163060719745?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110631163060719745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110631163060719745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110631163060719745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110631163060719745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-busy-around-here.html' title='It&apos;s been busy around here'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110621184061322965</id><published>2005-01-20T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:13:39.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3063/640/001Ruth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3063/320/001Ruth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr. Bo Diddley &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/9583161-110621184061322965?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110621184061322965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110621184061322965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110621184061322965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110621184061322965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-and-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110596666323341044</id><published>2005-01-17T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T05:15:48.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a hoot!!!</title><content type='html'>I had a blast, I tell you. We were such a diverse group, three Filipinos, two Japanese one from the US and one European and oh my God how we laughed, just absolutely stupid, but so much fun. I went dancing with the group and today I am so sore, I so need to get into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is my sons 6th birthday. I was reminding him of that today, Honey tomorrow you will be 6, so today is your last day of being 5, he cleverly answered, Let's celebrate being 5 then. We sure did, we had a BBQ, and icecream for dessert and daddy reading a book all about airplanes, I tell you, I think he will conquer something amazing, he is a handful, does not listen very well (something we are working on) but oh my goodness how he is smart, my heart just swells up with pride sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might go more into deails later, I am just so sleepy, and I promised to maek him waffels, eggs and sausage for his 6th birthday breakfast and then walk him to school, so I better get started on my night routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I changed my mind, but only for a second, I went to vegemites site, which I love to see, and she had the link to this wonderful site about this 6 year old boy. I did not have time to read it all, but I will be sure to return there soon, and here it is &lt;a href="http://www.a-lou.com/index_en.php"&gt;http://www.a-lou.com/index_en.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110596666323341044?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110596666323341044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110596666323341044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110596666323341044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110596666323341044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-hoot.html' title='What a hoot!!!'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110579947442507129</id><published>2005-01-15T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T06:31:14.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHHH</title><content type='html'>I wanted to change my look, so I changed my template, I am not a lover of pink, and I lost all my comments, off course I did not back anything up, I loved to come and read my comments, so please leave me one if you are not in to much of a rush please :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I am going out tomorrow night! The first time in a looooong time, maybe over a year, no it is more than a year, but I will be the driver, oh well, I guess I can still dance, even though the alcohol loosens up my limbs, so I don't look so darn square when I try to shake my shimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about Brad Pitt last night, aaaaahhhh he is so cute, but I told him no kissy, he was just trying to get over his Jennifer, and I am still married, and then he told me he was not used to be turned down, oh well, I am married, and that is serious stuff, even though we are having a serious down right now, not even Brad Pitt would be worth the bad conscious I would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110579947442507129?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110579947442507129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110579947442507129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110579947442507129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110579947442507129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/arghhhhh.html' title='ARGHHHHH'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110577707800602529</id><published>2005-01-14T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:17:58.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much fun</title><content type='html'>Today I have had so much fun, I live on Okinawa, Japan, and today I met one of my Okinawan friends Keiko-san to go and do a Biophotonic Scan it is very interesting, it will tell you how healthy or unhealthy your body it, you can read more at &lt;a href="http://www.pharmanex.com/corp/index.shtml"&gt;http://www.pharmanex.com/corp/index.shtml&lt;/a&gt; I thought I was in pretty good shape, but I guess not, I scored very low, which is very bad since I am breastfeeding. Anyhwo after that we went and had lunch, Keiko-san had brought 2 of her friends also, and we got a chance to sit and talk, I am telling you, every time I meet local people here I am so impressed with how sweet and nice they are. I love this place, the people, the food, the whole thing except the bugs here, oh my gosh they are big. I feel so lucky to have been able to live here, and all the people I have befriended here, absolutely just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on designing my own blogg, I just have no idea on how to do that, I just want to learn something new, this housewife status with nothing to do is not good for me, and I need something to occupy my mind with, so if you know any good links for me to read, please by all means let me know about them, maybe this week I will get my butt in the library to get some more info on all this techno stuff :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110577707800602529?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110577707800602529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110577707800602529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110577707800602529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110577707800602529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-much-fun.html' title='So much fun'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110544546801936183</id><published>2005-01-11T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T04:11:08.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>OMG how time flies, I have been checking my friends blogs everyday, and today I stopped by here, to see if I had any comments, and I realized that it has been a while, well with a newborn at home it can get quite busy during the day, and then my two others need help with homework and dinner needs to be cooked, so there is not much time to sit and ponder by the puter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight is not going down as I had hoped, that is a little upsetting to me, but oh well, I guess you can't eat chocolate and diet at the same time ;-) , but my house is looking a lot better, so at least I am making progress in one thing, and once I have caught up a little with the housework, I can concentrate on the exercise more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see, what I am thankful for??? Uhhh, Friends, what should I do without them, people say you can only have one best friend, I find that not to be true, especially when you move around like I do, and I always find a lifelong connection. I may not speak to them every day, but when I talk with them again, it is like we never were apart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some one once said: "We all choose our friends not our family" My friends say more about me than my family, and I consider myself to be semi-close to mine and I do love them, at least most of them, and they have been there for me and I am, proud of my family, it is just dofferent when it is people you choose to have in your life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I making any kind of sence today??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110544546801936183?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110544546801936183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110544546801936183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110544546801936183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110544546801936183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110507013903680006</id><published>2005-01-06T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T19:55:39.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Friday :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For today what I am thankful for is the human body, how wonderful we are created. We give life and can sustain life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am breatsfeeding my 2 month old son, and I look at him, and think that is all from me. He was conseived in me, he grew inside of me, I gave birth to him, and all the nourishment that he has gotten, it all came through me, that is pretty awesome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That is all I can say for no, my son is needing me a lot today (or beeing fuzzy ;-) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110507013903680006?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110507013903680006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110507013903680006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110507013903680006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110507013903680006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-is-friday.html' title='It is Friday :-)'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110496857175037772</id><published>2005-01-05T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T19:31:12.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't get on last night, but I have a few more ideas on what to do with my blogg, I would like to put on everyday something I am grateful for, so today what I am grateful for is really easy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My children&lt;/span&gt;, I love them and would not know what I would do without them, in them I get the strength to carry on, no matter what else comes my way, I know what the saying "something to live for" means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And then a little something that I have been thinking about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In today's day, we have been conditioned our selves, not the society (who is society anyway, isn't that us??? Don't we make up the society??) to having to value ourselves by what we own, not by what lies within us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What does it matter what kind of car we drive if how we got it is not so honorable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What does it matter how we look, if how we are on the inside is less than honest, good and caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why does it matter where I live, and how my house looks like if my credit is all run down, and the billcollector are knocking at the door.... Honestly, I just don't get why it is so damn important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love having nice things around me, I want to look good, and feel good, but it wont happen unless I first of all feel good about myself, I love to know that everything I own is bought and paid for, I do not have to lie in bed worrying about my bills or anything else, they are all paid for! I don't have a fancy home or brand new car, but what I have will do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why is it so important??? Tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110496857175037772?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110496857175037772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110496857175037772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110496857175037772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110496857175037772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-today.html' title='For today'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110483720188848016</id><published>2005-01-04T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T03:13:21.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright, I made some progress today, I cleaned my living room so very nice, my baby finally slept for a few hours, and I just kept going and going, got so much done today, and now I am really exhausted, but in a good way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As soon as I have caught up with all the housework I will start on my workout, I am pledging to myself, and if there is anyone out there reading my stuff, I can pledge it to you too ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First off I need to finish all my Christmas Candy, and get it all out of the house and no I am not throwing it away, I bought it and I am going to eat it! Little by little, especially the brandy filled chocolate YUMMMMMMMM!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110483720188848016?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110483720188848016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110483720188848016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110483720188848016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110483720188848016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/making-progress.html' title='Making progress'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110483897555054712</id><published>2005-01-04T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T03:42:55.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110483897555054712?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110483897555054712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110483897555054712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110483897555054712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110483897555054712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110467797637590346</id><published>2005-01-02T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T05:13:39.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First things first!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was Monday, thank God for my two older kids going back to school, I love them dearly, but they can also drive me nuts, I enjoy them so much more when I don't spend all day with them(Shame on me I know). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had planned on getting my house together, but it seems like just about an impossibel task with my little one, he needs quite the attention, and has only been catnapping these last few days, oh well, the mess will not go anywhere, and I have something to do tomorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I did manage to get my Christmas tree down, and the decorations that I had put up, and this evening I got to clean up my kitchen, I guess that everything is progress, cause tomorrow I can take things one step further, maybe even mop and dust, that would be awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I need my beautysleep, so I can get up at 5:30 and hit the shower before the kids get up, and maybe even try to get some work done before I wake them up, so nighty night to all out there, and if you have any good tips on how to establish routines with a baby and two more kids, feel free to give your input.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110467797637590346?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110467797637590346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110467797637590346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110467797637590346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110467797637590346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-things-first.html' title='First things first!'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9583161.post-110466706457370836</id><published>2005-01-02T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T05:03:34.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, well well a New Year has begun, and this year I am going to have so many changes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am stepping out of my comfort zone!!! I am going on a journey to explore myself, see what kind of potential I have, I know there is so much more to me than I know, there is so much more I can do to make my life the way I want it to, but it will all happen in babysteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I am going to love myself!!! WOW actually put myself on top of my list, so I can take better care of my three children, cause they are who I live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love a make-over in a few months. I had lost 40 pounds, and was looking pretty darn good, and was really happy with myself, then I got a dream job, and made some awesome friends, that I would have thought were so totally out of my league, but now that I have realized that I am more than I have always thought I was, well after loosing all this weight and feeling good about myself, guess what, I found out that I was expecting my third child, and now he is 7 weeks old, and I am almost back to square one, cause I had to quit smoking when I was pregnant, and I am trying not to start again, which is so very very difficult, but I only have 30 lb's left to loose. God help me :-).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9583161-110466706457370836?l=doitforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/feeds/110466706457370836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9583161&amp;postID=110466706457370836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110466706457370836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9583161/posts/default/110466706457370836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doitforme.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year resolutions'/><author><name>Virgin Writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17177143505156965033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
